Dreams....

My dreams can be so weird. It's like "what generates this stuff?"

Some of the things that happen are so incidental... I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were driving somewhere with some friends, a married couple. The husband was trying to show my boyfriend something in his laptop, while standing outside next to the cars, and delaying our departure. His wife was getting irritated - 'it's not work time, put that away' like her husband couldn't 'turn off.' (Absolutely not true in real life, and he doesn't even have a laptop.) 

So they start arguing at the cars, and it was just one of those moments, and I said 'come on guys... let's not argue.....' and we went about our day. 

What is that? It is so insignificant, what is the point?

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One I had a few weeks ago, could be a fun gimmicky product.....

Picture sitting down to your favorite magical fantasy book, with a drink... and an additive that you can put into it to enhance your reading experience like you are drinking some magical potion! it fizzes and pops and crackles. Some have flavors if you want, most are flavorless. 

Dreams are so weird!

Dream Theatre

You'll need a cast of characters for this one... Dave is my boyfriend, Matt, his brother. I apologize -for the surreal quality to this, but I wrote it out as I woke, and remembered it. It was very stream-of-consciousness.

So I had this dream......


For some reason, I had to stay at a hotel. Dave & Matt dropped me off, I collected my things, checked in, grabbed a pillow from the room, and went to the movies. I didn't want to sit alone all night; I needed some entertainment.

The hotel had an outdoor theater. It was supposed to be a showing of Clan of the Cave Bear - a new version to coincide with the release of the video game. Tickets were only $5. The seating were stone benches, in the manner of a coliseum.

The speakers near me kept going out, and I complained several times within the theater. I finally went and complained up at the customer service counter.

The ticket agent at the counter was so extremely rude. His response to my complaint was that if I wanted a better experience at the theater, then I should pay more for my tickets and go downtown. I very calmly stated that he was arrogant and rude, and to have a nice night by himself - as he'd need to get used to it. I then left the theater.

For some reason, the lobby of the theater had an alcove that led into the unused, under construction, a portion of the hotel I was staying at.

There was decor on the walls, almost ready for commercial use. They had swords for sale - to be a part of the video game pre-release of Clan of The Cave Bear, as well. I had wandered into a hallway where all of the hotel room doors were open. All of the rooms were either unused or unfurnished. Or where they were "furnished," it was not the hotel's standard furnishings, but the construction worker's personal effects.

At some point, I had picked up a short sword to purchase, I remember it was a $65 sword. A female attendant saw me with it and gestured toward a larger conference room saying that in order to be a part of the beta-testing of the new video game, that in addition to the $65 sword, I would need to also purchase the 'Trafalgar Sword' - a sword meant for clan leaders in the video game. I thanked her for the info and walked on. I entered the conference room and removed the long sword from its mounting, and walked out with it.

As I was walking through the hallway with the sword, I started thinking about the rude treatment that I received from the customer service clerk; every step I took, I was becoming increasingly agitated.

I found an exit to the hotel floors, walked through and found my room, and...

.....stole both of the swords. Then I woke up.