Last night, I dreamt I was reading a book that had been written by a friend of mine. The dedication page read, “To Lisa. I hope you’ve made peace.”
Last night, I dreamt that I was watching Roadhouse. The interesting thing about this is that I spent all of Monday talking about Roadhouse on twitter. So, I guess this dream was my reward.
I don’t remember much about last night’s dream, beyond the fact that it opened with me getting on airplane in Dallas and flying to Italy, where I spent a week staying at a rural bed-and-breakfast. I then flew back to Dallas to make sure that my cat had enough food to last him for the next few weeks and I spent a night in my house (no one else, but the cat, was there because, like me, they were on vacation) and then the next day, I got back on an airplane and flew back to Italy. This time, I stayed in Rome and I spent a few days just walking around the city. Everyone was very friendly. Then, I got a train and I went down to Venice. I was in a gondola when I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I went to my front door to get an Amazon delivery but when I opened the door, I saw someone running off with the delivery, jumping in a waiting car, and speeding off.
Last night, I dreamt that I was hosting a live tweet. The movie that we were going to watch was on Prime but I couldn’t get Prime to load on my television, my laptop, or my phone. I checked with twitter and Prime was working for everyone else but not for me. Everyone else was watching and commenting on the movie but not me.
Needless to say, I wasn’t happy. In the dream, I was more upset that everyone decided to watch without me than I was about not being able to watch the movie.
Last night, I dreamt that I was back in high school but that my old high school was now located on a beach. Needless to say, I was a lot more interested in spending my days relaxing on the beach as opposed to going to class so that’s what I did. Day after day, I relaxed on the beach in a bikini and I didn’t worry about a thing. Until one day, as I lay out in the sun and tried to work on my tan, I suddenly realized that final exams were coming up and that I hadn’t been to a single class for months.
I went into the school and walked around the hallways, still wearing my bikini. I continually said to myself that I should probably go home and get dressed more appropriately for school but, at the same time, I knew that I had finals and I didn’t want to risk missing a test. I needn’t have worried because the entire school seemed to be deserted.
I then noticed that the walls were covered with flyers announcing that graduation was coming up that night! That’s when I realized that I had missed the exams and that I wouldn’t be graduating and that I was going to be in so much trouble!
And then I woke up.
I was sitting in the passenger’s side of the car. The driver was this hunched over man with white hair. He was wearing a white lab coat and I think he had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. In the dream, I knew who he was, even though he looked like no one who I know in real life.
We were driving at night. At one point, we were driving over a bridge. A lake was below us. The driver said, “We have to keep going and going and going and going!”
Last night, I dreamt I was watching a British spy film. In the film, a team of spies was trying to track down a mysterious figure named Wardell, who was apparently responsible for a series of crimes. The movie kept jumping back and forth in time and I was getting annoyed because it was impossible to follow the plot. I don’t remember much more about the dream but I do know that, at one point, all of the spies gathered in a deserted amusement park and said that they had discovered that Wardell didn’t actually exist but there was some other crime lord out there who was pretending to be Wardell.
Last night, I dreamt that was watching a cop show on television. All of the detectives wore red vests. I was upset because I thought one of the detectives was going to get killed before the show ended. That’s all I remember about the dream. Hopefully, the detective survived.
(Of course, wearing a red vest is not exactly the best way to be inconspicuous while investigating crimes.)
Last night, I dreamt that I went out in the backyard and stepped in some quicksand and immediately started to sink into the ground. I yelled for help but no one heard me. Right when the quicksand was about up to my neck, I woke up and I discovered that I had fallen asleep on the couch and apparently, the middle cushion was loose so, while I was dreaming about sinking into quicksand, I was actually sinking into the couch.
I immediately fixed the cushion.