I went through this phase for a while of not recalling having any dreams, and now after shifting my bedtime a little earlier somewhat unintentionally, I've been having a lot more dreams... and also waking up multiple times in the middle of the night because these dreams tend to wake me up randomly. Sigh.
(I realize the numbering got off-track in previous posts, and this technically is post #52 under the dreams tag, but whatever.)
1. I'm gchatting with Yvonne who's supposed to be in the Dominican Republic right now, and she's asking me lots of deep questions that I'm having trouble answering. Then she suddenly signs off after growing impatient with me typing up a response to her creative writing prompt [ugh why is it always in-class essays] because she has to board a plane in Boston.
2. I'm in a classroom explaining the merits of Ryan L's personality to a bunch of primary schoolers. (Ryan, stop abusing your hive mind privileges.)
3. I'm playing an RPG that ends somewhat haphazardly (trick the enemy into holding the bomb!) and discover at the end of it that the entire plot was masterminded by one of my party members, but this fact was never revealed in the end. Kuai points out to me from one of his film critic's video analyses that you would've only noticed this if you'd paid attention to that guy's change in attire during the last hour of the game. And then I wake up wishing this game were real because I want to see more random subtleties in entertainment like that- the kind with answers that are never spelled out for you outright but not too obscure either.
4. At some point, I'm watching a video on facebook of Jason [roommate Jason, not brother Jason] performing a forehand shot from tennis in slow motion, except for some reason he's purposely mis-hitting the ball so it looks weird. Typical Jason.
5. I'm chasing after Peter and his nephew (who apparently runs ridiculously fast for a baby) up a flight of stairs on a dark and stormy night, with my dad and brother tailing after me. We realize that we bypassed the hotel/apartment room we were staying at several flights ago, so we turn the other way and I suddenly remember that Dad can't see at night but luckily there are handlebars on the stairs... until there suddenly aren't and he falls off the gangway and I wake up.
6. All I remember is being trapped in a car and Rosemary's outside making fun of me for doing something that very easily could happen in real life [but I don't remember what now].
If I have more dreams in the next week I'll just add them into this post.
7. A parasitic alien species reminiscent of the Yeerks from Animorphs has burrowed deep into the earth beneath a desert and begun assimilating people I know a la The Thing. Most of what I can recall involved chasing teenage martial artists through desert pits as they were pilgrimaging towards the source similar to those teenagers who travel to Syria to join ISIS. By the time I woke up, Wes and Johny had already been taken and the world was doomed.
8. I'm walking through a 3rd floor school hallway only to run into a huge number of SWAT team members running in the direction I came from. I take this as a signal that a shootout is about to happen behind me and I run downstairs as fast as possible... only to be stopped at a security checkpoint where I have to prove that I actually read books using the three book purchases I apparently just made and my Kindle.
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