Saturday, November 7, 2009

Another weird dream...

Last night, I had a very odd dream that left me very unsettled for most of the day.

I don't remember all of it, so I will try to explain the specific feelings it gave me, more then the plot.


I was living in a city, around the same age I am now (or maybe slightly older) and I had just met a new circle of friends. We all lived in a big warehouse that also had a club in it. It was very different then my normal life AND my normal social circle. I was very close with all these people and there was an overwhelming feeling of kindness and trust that exuded from all of them. I get the impression that we were all party animals, and we were all more likely to be found in the club more often then in our upstairs apartments.

During one part of the dream, we were all sitting cross-legged in a circle on the floor of the club, and someone was passing around little black pills. We all took one without asking what it was, and after we had put them in our mouths, the person passing them out informed us they were "black acid" pills. A few of my friends looked at me in concern and told me that I had better spit it out, and they watched me wide-eyed to see what affect it was going to have on me. I had sucked the outer coating off of the pill, and spit it out. I was already feeling the effects, and told them not to worry-- that it was a similar high to being stoned but without the paranoia. I was fine, and felt good, only things were moving a little slower then usual...

During the next part of this dream, I met a guy. I don't really remember what he looks like, but do remember he was attractive and slightly older. He and I spent the night hanging out, and although I don't remember what we did, I remember the feeling of being with him was so amazing. We were laughing and talking, and everything just felt... right. I felt safe, and content, and I completely trusted this guy even though I had only just met him. It felt incredible. It was that giddy, light-hearted feeling that you get from a first date that goes well, only so much more then that.

(honestly, this reminds me a little bit of how it felt meeting Zach... buttt that's another story.)

This guy felt the same way about me. I don't remember anything about our conversation except for us deciding to 'prolong the magic' (lol) and not have sex, or label ourselves, or anything of that nature. We parted ways with plans to meet up again soon, and we went home with our heads in the clouds.

Now, this part becomes like a movie, as it's no longer from my point of view.

He's on his way home, driving a motorcycle through the city. It's dark, but the streets are well lit (pretty sure this was NYC.) and he's beaming as he drives. He is following behind a bus, when the bus suddenly slams on it's breaks.

He drives THROUGH the bus (think... Ghost. where Patrick Swayze can jump through trains.) and ends up in front of it.

He turns around, and hears a commotion... and sees himself dead, behind the bus. (Also, think Ghost.)

And then I woke up.


I have absolutely no idea what this dream means, but it left me very sad today.

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