Edited a weird old dream entry: two dudes, half-socks, a green department store, archaic vocabulary, questionable adolescent phrasing, & the haunting possibility that embarrassment is just loneliness trying to get noticed.
Wow weird dream last night.
My favourite gaming cafe closes in 2 weeks - just to set the scene.
Whilst all the building works are continuing on the house the kitchen isn't really that usable - so I said to @thing "let's pop to Extra Life" for dinner.
We drove up there and all the junction had changed - and the cafe had closed and reopened as a pretentious wine bar taking in the unit next door so they had the views of the roundabout (there isn't a unit next door - this is the funny bit!)
We were sat at a table and Thing stood up to go to the bar. When she came back and went to sit down someone took the bench seat she was sat on.
I was horrified that Mike & Rachel (the owners of Extra Life) did nothing - and when I asked them why they said "he's our landlord and we don't want kicking out". To add insult to injury we got a parking ticket despite paying and still being in time - which is odd as there's no parking there.
It was a really really weird and lucid dream.
there was some kind of illness or phenomenon that spread in ways nobody understood, and when someone caught it, they go unconscious for some time, and wake up as if nothing beyond a point in 2021 occurred. They weren’t confused; they just woke up continuing that point in 2021 in their mind. I was the designated recovery therapist for ones in my family that caught it, as well as other members and friends who were not affected, but understandably devastated because the other person doesn't have that history of 5 years with them anymore. I was trying to explain that You can narrate to someone what happened to their life in the missing years, but that does not recreate the feeling of having lived them, and full recovery is impossible. I was creating a recovery program that focused on helping people acclimate with the situation, and trying to quarantine the condition.
My dreams are often highly specific and cohesive. I wish I was that creative in waking life!
I woke up and I had to type this out before I lost it.
I look at the fireworks show that has become#WeirdDream time again.
This time, it was sort of a self-documentation kind of thing, in which I was asking myself:
"Hey, remember when you turned 18? You got that Puddle of Mud CD for your birthday. It was the single greatest thing that ever happened to you.
You would go on to graduate high school in three days, and then your life as a young man would truly begin. All-the-while, the anthem to your future success playS.
"She fucking hates me
Trust
, she fucking hates me
La-la-la-love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like I had none
And ripped them away"
WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN? BUT ALSO, HMM... MAYBE.