At the risk of further alienation:
Dreams are back.
It’s the regularity that’s noteworthy. Every night.
Case in point:
Two nights ago. A moral conundrum:
I’d just sealed the deal in the stealing of another man’s girlfriend (though the dream was truly PG, for some reason – I was just aware of the event having passed) – and feeling rather conflicted about the whole situation when her best friend walked in and began to disrobe (ok – maybe this part was rated R). I can’t say what would have happened next as I became distracted by the activity on the balcony of the penthouse – in which we were cooped up.
Apparently the boyfriend and his buddies were hanging from the balcony — trying to pull each other up with some sort of chain apparatus. The conflicted feelings returned when I was put into the situation of deciding whether to:
1. assist the boyfriend and face his wrath upon rescue -
2. assist the boyfriend and receive his thanks
3. not assist the boyfriend and face his wrath upon his survival
4. not assist the boyfriend and feel eternal guilt at his death.
Last night:
On a beautiful summer day I awoke early – 6:50am according to the clock in my very realistic dream – and beheld in the sky a series of hot air balloons — apparently headed to some super event.
I can’t say why — but the yogi bear balloon really freaked me out.
Update: Related?