D R E A M S

I had three dreams this morning, but I doubt I'll remember all three of them.

The first was a bunch of secret-agentry.

In the second dream, I was with a friend from middle school and a friend from high school. They were never friends in waking life. My friend Dan, from high school, was in the driver's seat. Eric, from middle school, was in the back seat next to me. There was a fourth person in the front passenger seat. We were going to this party or a bar. We were looking for street parking. We thought we found parking in a lot. There were a bunch of other vehicles parked in this lot. A lot of the vehicles had large groups of kids in them. I vaguely remember that in some of them, people were having sex. It was strange because, for example, there was a van with maybe 8 or 10 people in it and there was one couple having sex and some of the other people were watching but some of the others were merely indifferent and looked at us as we drove past their vehicle.

In another part of the dream, I had left the bar/party and was walking home. In the dream, I was younger and lived again with my mother. Our house resembled nothing close to any place I've ever lived in waking life.

Later, we're back in the same car. We're driving somewhere on the east coast. I don't know where we're going, but we're actually driving along the cost. I get the sense that it's cold out. We are driving on this sort of dock. As I look around, I see the coset coming toward us on the horizon. I see to my left a seires of strange outcroppings coming from cliff walls. In the natural outcroppings, there are carvings resembling ancient symbols. The carvings are old, so foliage has begun growing out of them. The cliff walls are white like limestone. The plants, green. All of a sudden, as we drive, someone releases a huge white horse on a dock parallel to ours. The dock is also higher than ours. The horse runs for a bit along its dock, but runs out of length, jumps into the air, descends majestically and lands and continues running on a lower dock. Just as this happens, my dream self sort of shouts in awe, "This is aaawwwwsooooommme.". Shortly after, my phone rings.

Brian posted at 7:57 PM.