A few nights ago, I dreamt of my friend Jamie and my friend Tyler. Tyler is in a relationship, in real life, with a girl named Sarah. But in my dream, I was hanging out with the two of them in this super nice hotel. I have no idea where we were, but we were all dressed really nice.
I get the feeling, though, that I was there working on something. Like, I looked nice, but I was on the clock. Kind of the feeling I get when I'm working for Tiger Woods in Vegas.
Anyway, we're all in a room, for some reason, and I sloooowly start getting the hint...that my friends totally want to get it on. And I'm trying to figure out how best to leave the room without it being awkward. Then, they ask me to borrow a condom, so I take my leave to go on a quest to the hotel lobby.
End of dream! I never made it back to give them the condom, but I'm sure they used the pull-out method, in my unimagined imagination.
I should keep my dreams to myself sometimes, I think.
So Gabe gave me some vitamins that he said have an interesting side effect of causing lucid dreaming. I decided to test it out, on a weekend night, so I'd have more time to sleep, as I am a masochist during the week.
Anyway, so I tried one, and it was pretty potent. I couldn't recall TOO many details the next day, but I know I had a LOT of dreams, and I was aware I was dreaming in each one. I kept thinking, in my dreams, "It's because of the vitamins! Awesome! I hope I remember this!" But I wasn't able to affect anything.
Until the last dream. In this dream, I was working with Jamie and Kevin for a painter or an artist or something, and we were mass producing this delicate artwork. I dunno. This was in Dream New York or Dream Venice; they kind of look the same. Anyway, at one point, I was cleaning up the studio, and I said, "This is a mess," and the artist thought I was talking about her work, and she got pissed and fired all three of us.
I was really upset for a few minutes, but then I remembered, "Lucid dreaming, lucid dreaming, TiVo! Rewind! Rewind!" And I like skipped back -- literally like a TiVo, with the little bar and beeps and flashes of video. And I went back to myself cleaning up, and actively did NOT say anything disparaging. It was pretty cool.
When I took the second pill Gabe gave me, nothing that cool happened. My dreams seem to be getting shorter and with less...plot? I have flashes of intense emotions or, like, answers to some unasked question. Nothing to blog about, though. The other night, I dreamt my friend asked if I shaved my legs, and I said I did, and he said, "Good." Look out members of the Dream Pulitzer Board.
I did have one notable snippet a few weeks back. My friend Mike, who died of an aneurysm a year ago came to me, and we chilled. I also dreamt about him right after he died. It was a nice, relaxing conversation, just the two of us hanging out. Well, so, in this dream, he came to me really intently and said something that I don't feel like sharing. Suffice it to say, he told me that a problem I was going through wasn't what it seemed. This took me aback because I had finally figured out and come to terms with that problem, and I was uncomfortable opening it back up. Also, a few of my friends were there, and they felt very awkward by Mike's insistence.
Now, I'm not gonna get all hippy dippy on you, but it really struck me as a strange dream, a strange cast of characters, and strange that I would be subconsciously second-guessing this scenario that I thought I came to terms with.
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