I'll Take Freud for 300 Alex
Last night I had the most peceful involved sleep I have had in months. I woke up three times and had three seperate wonderful dreams. I don't mean wonderful in that they were epic, I mean wondeful in that they were happy and I could remember every detail of them when I wake up. I wrote about this once before but I hope this doesn't change when I go back home because it is one of the greatest parts of my life right now, just totally and vividly remembering my own dreams. They are better than movies and they evoke real emotion and physical stimulation repeatedly just upon recollection.
- I was running on a soccer field and I was bigger than everyone just like when I was 12. I was stronger and faster than everyone I played with and dominated the entire field of local kids. I was running around in early October with no breeze and a deep dark night sky with little stars flickering around the green field. When I stopped, steam would rise off my head and then I would just go run through someone else. I was making perfect crosses with my right foot. The dream must have had 30 goals scored in a row and I was just wrecking people tirelessly running along the field not doing anything remarkable or fancy with skills, just being faster and stronger.
- I was in a jail with my hands on metal bars singing Otis Redding real loud. I was singing, "I've got dreams to remember". For some odd reason though it was a heterogenus jail and no one was wearing clothes. People were all just walking around and fornicating at every stop or corner. There was a large line in the corner of the jail under a sign that read, "Birth Control". Everyone was running around but I was behind the bars. Then all of a sudden I heard this little soft sound from behind me, "Bret Bret Bret" I was in there with this old woman but she was very nice to me and she must have been in there with me for a while. She was cooking some food over the toilet with a lighter. She fead me as I laid down on the bed and then she handed me a book by Dickens and I threw it out into the corridor saying Dickens was a hack and then I ran to get the book and freaked out because I thought it was blasphemy to say that. She then soothed me and put me to sleep while toweling my forehead with a wet cloth as I could hear people getting it on all around me.
- I was back in Highschool walking around and going to classes but everyone seemed to like me. Apparently I was a school hero or something. I was big man on campus and was even headed to Harvard or some very comfortable-for-life place. I was at ease with myself and I could see people, even teachers smiling at me as I walked down the hall. Brother Filberg gave me a high-five and when I entered his class and started his lesson on German and for some reason I could speak fluent German and everyone was so proud of me.
I woke up after that dream and just sort of rolled around on my matress for about an hour waiting for my alarm colck to buzz.