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.
heh, you will be sleeping in our pop=up but you still need your tent
if you do forget your tent, we can drive you to Walmart…..’)
Thanks for all the sleeping offers (in fact, in the dream, it was covered by ACE), but somehow the interesting part to me is how the dream had such a hold on me.
I was thinking, this has GOT to be a dream, this is ALWAYS a dream. But I couldn’t get out of it. It felt so real and I kept thinking, what if it IS real?
Also, not interesting so much as fucking dumb is the fact that I have recurring dreams of forgetting to pack for Starwood, and have done so for years.
Interesting – the fact that you’ve had this dream for years. I wonder if you actually did forget your tent one year if the dreams would stop….
I kept trying to work in a joke about the old “forgetting your pants in school” dream, but then I couldn’t remember if Starwood was one of the clothing optional events, in which case the joke wouldn’t work…. 😉
Starwood is clothing optional.
It’s not always the tent. Sometimes I dream that I’ve forgotten to say hello to an old friend whom I only see at these events; like it’s been a year, and now we’re saying goodbye, and I never said hello.
When I was pregnant I would dream that the baby was a week or two old but I had forgotten to feed it; it hadn’t nursed since being born.
I think I have anxiety. You think?
Anxiety, you, much? Nahhhhhhhh
My anxiety dreams have moved up from trying to dial a rotary phone and my finger slipping and having to start over
TO
trying to find web pages on the internet, and keep screwing up the web address
A couple of nights ago, I had a dream that I went through some kind of initiation into an occult society. Then I woke up. Later that day, I told a friend of mine about it. She suggested that in order to understand the dream, I should draw out a map of where I am now (psychologically), where I came from, and where I’m going. I told her this sounded like a really good idea, and that I would work on it.
And *then* I woke up.
LOL that’s a great punchline Evn! That’s exactly like what happened with Charlie.