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Sunday night I had a dream about a guy I know (while he was the main focus, he wasn’t the main person involved). Anyway, it was totally fucked up, and since I rarely remember my dreams this vividly beyond the following morning, I thought I’d share:
It started with me and this guy I know together (we were “involved” in the dream - apparently exclusively - assume such as least, as I don’t do things any other way). We both lived in NY (although we both live pretty far from NY in reality - me near Philly and him, well, “elsewhere”). I was having a small get-together and was borrowing a DVD from him to watch with the friends and family coming by. He said he couldn’t make it. OK.
No big drama during the get-together (barely remember that part). Afterwards is when it got exciting. It was late on a weekend evening, so I figured I’d surprise him with a late night visit. So I grab his DVD (may as well return it while I’m there), and head to his place.
I get there and knock. Someone else answers the door - there’s a party going on (no wonder he couldn’t be bothered to come over - and it was obvious he didn’t want me knowing about it). Everyone’s completely toasted.
I don’t see him anywhere, so I ask this guy where to find him (in real life, this guy doesn’t exist, but in the dream I knew he was the other guy’s best friend - oddly I remember what he looked like pretty vividly - about 3 inches shorter than me - or maybe taller and just not standing up too straight because of his “condition”, a bit of a baby face, with blondish, short, not quite spiked-not quite buzzed hair). Anyway, he’s obviously been drinking way too much. He tells me the guy I’m there to see is back in the bedroom.
I go back there, DVD still in hand, and open the bedroom door.
The bed itself is completely stripped. All of the bedding is down on the floor where he, 3 chicks, and another guy are all having a little post-fuck-fest smoke. Needless to say, in the dream, relationship… over. The odd thing is that I didn’t say a word about what I’d walked in on, and he didn’t even begin to act like he was doing anything wrong (and I normally would have said something - or perhaps lunged for a sharp object). Instead, what I do say is that his best friend is completely drunk off his ass, and I ask if he wants me to take his keys and have him crash there. He tells me to “let the bastard drive himself home.”
And even more oddly, that’s what finally had me livid in the dream. I threw his DVD at him (I’ve thrown worse) and slammed the door behind me. He didn’t even seem phased.
So I go back out to the front room to his best friend. He’s not in the mood to give up the keys. So I turn on the helpless damsel in distress routine, asking him ever-so-sweetly to give me a ride home (wasn’t going to let him drive alone). Between there and his car I manage to charm him into giving up the keys and letting me drive (nevermind how).
Problem: I have no idea where the guy lives, and he keeps babbling something that makes no sense. Lovely.
So I take him back to my place. I get him setup on the bed, and I go out to my living room and crash on the couch.
In the morning, I don’t have a clue why, but before he woke up, I got up and left for some reason. So he wakes up in my bed, only vaguely remembering anything from the night before.
He goes to his friend (the one throwing the party the night before) and tells him that I must have slept with him (there’s no sign I was on the couch - I guess I’d cleaned up before I left?).
And the oddest, most infuriating part of the dream? My then-ex, or whatever he was, came storming into my place later that day furious at me for “sleeping with” his best friend. Needless to say I was baffled - a fucking orgy the night before and he barely blinked when I showed up, but he had the nerve to be pissed at me for looking out for his best bud. We got into a screaming match, and I guess that part was tense enough to finally wake me up, because that’s where it ended.
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I really don’t get my mind sometimes - I have plenty of screwy dreams. But this one actually made a lot of sense. It was like an over-dramatized version of exactly how I’ve been feeling in regards to this person over the last few weeks - the drinking, the orgy bit, the getting upset with me over something small when he’d done worse without even acknowledging it, and even the DVD … it completely made sense.
Perhaps it was just my mind’s way of trying to work out issues and what I wish I had the nerve to do. Or maybe it was my mind’s way of showing me that our own bit of bickering and frustration really isn’t a big deal or anything to be too upset over in the grand scheme of things. I honestly have no clue. But seriously… I should work that scene into the novel I’m working on. (j/k)
Gotta love dreams where you wake up, still feeling the raw emotion of it all.
(And for the record, I had a much more pleasant dream about said guy last night, so at least it’s not like my dreams are telling me I subconsciously hate him or something - always a good thing.)
So… any dream interpreters in the house? lol
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