Last night I dreamt that I was at Starwood and forgot to pack my tent. Variations on this theme are recurrent for me.
In the dream, I was talking to my friend Charlie when I realized I didn’t have my tent. Then I said, “Wait a minute, wait…” and he asked what was up and I explained that this was a recurrent dream for me, and I couldn’t figure out if this was real or not. He said he understood. I said it sure felt real, and I knew Starwood was close and I was thinking about it a lot, so that could mean it was a dream, or that could mean it was real. (In my dream logic, the fact that I knew in waking life that the event was about to happen somehow proved that it had happened.)
Since I was unable to figure out if it was a dream or not, I decided the safest course of action was to proceed as if it was real.
My brain scares me.
