I had a very weird dream last night. The dream wasn’t that strange in itself, but like all dreams, things didn’t make sense until it was thought about later. The start of the dream might not have been a dream at all, but it blended well with the dream, so just assume it was. The end on the other hand was abrupt, definitely like a dream ending, and it was accompanied by my alarm clock. The clock is weird, because it began and ended my dream. Though, I’m only sure that the second appearance of the clock was real. Anyways, on to the dream!
I started off in bed. Towards the end of sleep, not the going to bed part, which could be exciting all in itself, except I was alone. So even if I lost any perverts at this point the story will still continue. I’m in bed looking at the alarm clock (could be real, might be a dream) and trying to go back to sleep. That was the only part that I’m not sure if it was material or not, the rest is all dream. So I’m trying to go back to sleep, then of course the alarm goes off. I pull myself out of bed and I recall that I’m going to be doing some sort of businessy thing today, in hindsight, I think it might be an internship. I can remember remembering my tour of the office where I was going to work, but I have no idea what I was going to do. I do remember it was in downtown
I get out of bed, and get ready and shower and such. I eat breakfast and have an hour or so to kill before I have to leave. The only way this time could be filled is to play Internet for awhile until it’s time to go. Time flies when you’re having fun, so of course all of the sudden I was late. Not only that, but another all of the sudden: my buddy (un-named but is really named, I just want to hide his identity from the world) is there trying to hurry me along. I was still in my pajama pants at this point and I needed to get dressed.
One thing I forgot to mention is that the house I’m staying in at this point (in the dream, not real life) is my aunt and uncle’s house who live in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere isn’t at all near
Dad’s waiting in the car, but it’s more of an SUV of some type than it is a car. When we get to the car, the interior is a stretch navigator (or at least what I imagine a stretch navigator to be, since I’ve never been in one) full of breakfast food and giant wine bottles. My dad is dressed up like a chauffer and hands me a gallon of milk and tells me to drink it for breakfast. I decline and off we go to my internship, I think.
Then the alarm goes off (this one I know is real) and I get up and get ready for work, not thinking about the dream at all. Then in the afternoon something reminds me of the dream, and I write it all out. And that’s what you just read.