Dreams, dreams, dreams

Given my difficulty staying awake (or staying asleep) this morning, I had three dreams that I can recall. First I had a dream of hanging out with and her family at her house (though the house in my dream much more closely resembled the house I grew up in. I don’t even remember what we were talking about. This is actually the second dream _this week_ to follow that basic outline. I don’t recall ever having had a dream involving Laura before. It’s kinda weird.

The second dream involved gymnastics. I was at a gymnastics practice, doing things I’d probably break my neck if I tried to do in real life. I wanted to leave early but the instructor basically told everyone to stay and listen to this gymnast from another country talk about something or other, it’s gone now.

The third dream was composed of disjointed scenes. One involved me at a party which was at ‘s house. This one was a better match to my economic development prof’s house (he had all his students over for a party, it was kind of entertaining). Somehow, on my way out of the house, I lost my shirt and pants. Another scene involved me trying to lead a bunch of pagans to a party from the house I used to live in for ages 5-13. Somehow we had a plane, well, to be more precise, I had a plane, but I wasn’t the pilot. There were several of us in it. I was giving directions, saying we could walk there, and that the plane wasn’t going to get us there. The pagans were making agreeable noises at me, but simultaneously discussing this great pagan hoo-ha being held somewhere far away. The pilot seemed to be paying me no mind. When (s)he got the (fairly sizeable) plane into the neighbor’s field to take off, I indicated that I didn’t know where s(he) was taking the plane, and would she please let us out. I was given the most scathing “Why do you hurt me like this, don’t you understand?” look, but it mostly rolled off my back. She let me out & everyone else got out too. The final scene took place after the party’s at Tom’s place. Somehow I ended up at a professor’s house. And this professor was providing us with the opportunity to clean ourselves up. I was in her bathroom, and having taken care of the basics, I started rooting around for stuff, while the door’s latch kept coming undone.

I think I need a better bed. =)