One messed up dream.
I don't often remember my dreams. It's quite unusual for me to. Maybe once or twice a year is all. But when I do have them, they always thoroughly confuse me as to where the hell they came from. I had one last night that I feel like telling people about.
To get the whole of this dream, and why it is screwing with my head, you (aside from a certain Neko) will need some backstory.
There was a person I met in a chatroom back in college named Kate. Got a crush on her. Learned she lived only about an hour and a half drive away. Met her a couple of times IRL (including her family the first time at a mall). I was 19 at the time, she was 16. She was of Korean descent, but was adopted and raised from an early age by a caucasian couple, who then had a daughter of their own. After cahtting with her almost nightly for about a year, she exploded at me for some jokes I'd made over the previous months that she didn't like, but never told me so. Basically wouldn't talk to me ever again and I lost all contact with her.
Anyway, on to the dream.
I went to a play/musical thing with my parents back home where they still live. The theatre was huge, like Carnegie Hall type huge. In a town of about 15,000 people. We were sitting pretty far back in the upper bowl. No plot was ever setup, and the dream jumped from scene to scene, but there was one constant. Unlike normal professional theatre, there was no attempt to confine the performance to the stage. It was normal for events to be occuring in the aisles. For example, there was a lot of ballroom dancing, and when such a scene happened, it was normal for there to be, somewhere in the upper bowl, a pair of actors dancing in the aisle. I was immediately entranced by the woman in this coupling. If you couldn't guess from the lead-in, yes, she was Asian.
I made a point to delay leaving as much as possible, and hung around outside the theatre, waiting for her to leave. When I saw her, I told my parents to go to the car, and I'd catch up in a bit. By the time I got to her, she was talking to another guy (who was in my class in high school; not really friend or foe, so I don't know why my brain dug him up). I talked to her for several minutes, and learned she was Kate's sister (huh?) named Susan, then she left. I then realized I hadn't got her phone number, and I felt stupid.
Then I had a moment of genius the likes of which only works in dreams and anime. I pulled out my cellphone, picked Kate's number out of the list of numbers, and it led me to her house (which was somehow in town, just a few blocks away), I guess through GPS or something. I rang the doorbell. Looking back, this seems kind of stalker-ish, but in my little dreamworld, it seemed A-OK. Anyway, after a while, she answered the door. We talked outside, because her parents wouldn't allow me inside for some reason. We talked for a very long time, I got her phone number, and I walked back to where my parents had parked.
The end.
This dream overall was a lot more normalish than the ones I usually remember (with things like interdimensional people-eating demons in Transformers toy boxes or slime monsters tearing up Wal-Mart-type stores). It was just kinda spooky how it pulled these people out of years ago and threw them in in a way that made no sense.
To get the whole of this dream, and why it is screwing with my head, you (aside from a certain Neko) will need some backstory.
There was a person I met in a chatroom back in college named Kate. Got a crush on her. Learned she lived only about an hour and a half drive away. Met her a couple of times IRL (including her family the first time at a mall). I was 19 at the time, she was 16. She was of Korean descent, but was adopted and raised from an early age by a caucasian couple, who then had a daughter of their own. After cahtting with her almost nightly for about a year, she exploded at me for some jokes I'd made over the previous months that she didn't like, but never told me so. Basically wouldn't talk to me ever again and I lost all contact with her.
Anyway, on to the dream.
I went to a play/musical thing with my parents back home where they still live. The theatre was huge, like Carnegie Hall type huge. In a town of about 15,000 people. We were sitting pretty far back in the upper bowl. No plot was ever setup, and the dream jumped from scene to scene, but there was one constant. Unlike normal professional theatre, there was no attempt to confine the performance to the stage. It was normal for events to be occuring in the aisles. For example, there was a lot of ballroom dancing, and when such a scene happened, it was normal for there to be, somewhere in the upper bowl, a pair of actors dancing in the aisle. I was immediately entranced by the woman in this coupling. If you couldn't guess from the lead-in, yes, she was Asian.
I made a point to delay leaving as much as possible, and hung around outside the theatre, waiting for her to leave. When I saw her, I told my parents to go to the car, and I'd catch up in a bit. By the time I got to her, she was talking to another guy (who was in my class in high school; not really friend or foe, so I don't know why my brain dug him up). I talked to her for several minutes, and learned she was Kate's sister (huh?) named Susan, then she left. I then realized I hadn't got her phone number, and I felt stupid.
Then I had a moment of genius the likes of which only works in dreams and anime. I pulled out my cellphone, picked Kate's number out of the list of numbers, and it led me to her house (which was somehow in town, just a few blocks away), I guess through GPS or something. I rang the doorbell. Looking back, this seems kind of stalker-ish, but in my little dreamworld, it seemed A-OK. Anyway, after a while, she answered the door. We talked outside, because her parents wouldn't allow me inside for some reason. We talked for a very long time, I got her phone number, and I walked back to where my parents had parked.
The end.
This dream overall was a lot more normalish than the ones I usually remember (with things like interdimensional people-eating demons in Transformers toy boxes or slime monsters tearing up Wal-Mart-type stores). It was just kinda spooky how it pulled these people out of years ago and threw them in in a way that made no sense.