I’m in the habit of writing down my more noteworthy dreams the moment I wake up. I find that in that first 5-10 minutes of wakefulness, I remember my dreams pretty well, so it’s the best time to jump on it.
My latest dream (just this morning) was so bizarre that I not only wrote it down, but I tried my hand at some visual reproductions of the scenes. The whole sequence struck me as completely random and simultaneously hilarious, specifically because of an unexpected companion on Dream Me’s travels.
I don’t know what the point of this dream was, but I was in some sort of task force group thing with two other people. One I’m pretty sure was a girl, the other was a Ryan Reynolds look alike. We were in this organization thing for doing stuff? I seem to remember having to meet other members of this organization or something, and our team was new so people wanted to give us a hard time. The first bit was actually kinda cool if only I could remember it.
Anyway, after a task meeting, we were given these assignments. We three had to go into the city and take care of some duties, and then rendevous for one that we’d be performing together. So I go off to take care of my tasks. I took the bus into the city which only got me about halfway before traffic came to a halt. I abandoned the bus, deciding it’d be quicker to walk than to wait. And it was certainly quicker, only I got to my first destination and that’s when I remembered I was carrying this fricking huge plant stand. “Oh, right,” I thought, “What the hell was I supposed to do with this?”
So I call Ryan Reynolds for help. He tells me I was supposed to take it to Circuit City, and that will be a bit of an ordeal because I can’t just walk it right in, the back door will be locked, I have to wait there until someone walks out and then prop the door open yadda yadda, other things, anyway he’s willing to meet me there if I want. Besides all that I’m like well crap, I could have stopped at CC on my way here but I passed the stop ages ago. And I’m already at the second point, what am I supposed to do?
He doesn’t answer, he’s no help at all, the tool.
I check my watch and it’s only around 3 and… for some reason the first two tasks are time-sensitive and need to be done now, but the final important thing we all have to do together doesn’t have a time stamp on it. So I tell him all right I’ll go back, it should only take 20 minutes to get there. Okay cool, we hang up and I catch the next bus heading back the way I came.
For some idiotic reason I get off at the very next stop, like oh hey sure this is close enough. Only, this stop is inside a tunnel or under a huge bridge or something. I think I was concerned how long it would take to come out the other side, and I should be able to get to CC pretty quickly from this point. And it’s true, I probably could have, except the moment the bus passes I see some crackheads sitting on the other side of the road. I was just in the process of going to dig in my purse for something (probably money) when one woman immediately gets up and comes over to beg for money. I clutch my bag to me and I’m like nope sorry, no money at all, and I start walking. She walks with me.
Remember I’ve got a frickin’ plant stand with me. It’s iron painted green with circular glass plant holders and… why is this the crux of any plan?
Also I seem to recall having a dream about this woman previously in this sequence of dreams, so I remember her. And she was giving a talk about her life and trying to get off of drugs, of all things.
So meanwhile I’ve realized I’ve gotten off in the shadiest place ever conceived, and I make a mental note to never get off a bus in strange surroundings. Meanwhile, the lady seems to know I’m looking for a way out, and rather than letting me continue walking through the tunnel, she opens a door in the wall. “This way,” she says. I peer in while she’s holding the door. It’s this narrow hallway that goes down some stairs and continues on to a dead end. And milling about are three people shadier than this lady is, only they’re dudes, big ones.
And I could go in there, sure. But around this time I’m thinking, “You’re going to be mugged and gang-raped and left for dead before you leave this tunnel. It doesn’t help that you’re carrying around a fricking plant stand, either.”
While I’m having this mental debate the lady has moved on, and I have no clue if she’s being legit or just handing me gift-wrapped over to her muggy gang-rapey friends, or how else to get out of this tunnel alive (because honestly walking the length of the this dark, smelly tunnel by myself isn’t appealing either). So I go in, and I see that what I thought was a dead-end was actually a turn. And I follow it to another well-concealed turn, and up I go, and eventually it leads to the inside of a mall. And not a safe-looking mall, a seedy looking one like Security Square in Baltimore – in essence, not much better than the tunnel, but probably better lit and with more eye witnesses should I be shanked.
So I step out, and head for the first escalators I see. These happen to be inside this huge Thai wedding store (Thai wedding? Is this even a thing?). I hit the escalators with my plant stand, sure that now I’ve found a way out and I’m not gonna get assaulted after all…
And I wake up.
Clearly, the dream inspired a number of questions. What is the meaning of the plant stand? Should I take significance from its presence, or from its lack of plants? How did I get the bloody thing onto a bus… twice?
And exactly which of us is the main character, here?
