Dream stuff

[mousme]

Sometimes I miss my pills. Okay, I only ever miss my own meds when I'm trying to remember my dreams. Back when I was heavily medicated, I used to have wickedly vivid dreams and had close to 100% recall. My dreams often had pretty epic content, too, and would have made for fantastic surrealist cinema. There was the one in which gigantic black marble hands burst through the ground, for instance. I still remember that one even years later.


Anyway, last night involved yet another traveling metaphor. I was taking a plane somewhere, and apart from worrying about being late/missing my flight (there have been a few of these lately, sometimes involving planes, sometimes the metro), I spent a lot of time wandering down long, twisting and winding corridors where there was not a soul in sight.

I met a boy while I was walking, about my own age. I was working on some sort of small portable puzzle that was sort of a cross between a Rubik's Cube and a crossword puzzle, made entirely out of silver (it might have been pewter, come to think of it) and small enough that it fit in my hand like a keychain. It was triangle-shaped, roughly, and had a smaller rectangle sticking out the top, which made it extra challenging.

Anyway, the boy and I immediately hit it off over the puzzle, and weirdly enough appeared immediately to fall in love (yes, even in my dream I knew I was gay and couldn't figure out why this was happening), and became inseparable. We met up with some friends of mine, all of whom were confused by this turn of events. foi_nefaste was there, and for some reason she became the voice of reason, reminding me that I'd known this person for all of two hours. By this time, the boy had turned into a similar-looking girl, so I guess that particular conflict got resolved.

The dream moved onto a different setting, and by then I was alone again. This was some sort of variation on the brunches being hosted by various friends on Sundays these days, except this invitation seemed to start the night before and involved everyone sleeping over at the person's place. This dream was less pleasant, as I started to realize about halfway through that I wasn't really invited, that they had just let me come out of politeness, and that no one there really wanted me around. They left me alone after a while, and didn't tell me when they were all leaving to go do something else, and on top of everything someone stole one of my shoes.

*shrug* I have no idea where that particularly neurotic dream came from. I have a great group of friends these days, and I thought I had left most of those insecurities behind. I guess they're resurfacing for a last hoorah or something. :)

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Maybe the second dream was just to remind you that life is better now?