Uncanny
Last night I had a dream where, in a nutshell, my friend Brandon shot a dream person (let us call him Dude A) because he was being a total irrational idiot. His reasoning was that Dude A had it coming and didn't deserve to survive on Earth anymore. You know, the whole Darwinism theory of Evolution doo dah. Then another guy, dude B, got mad at Brandon and shoved him in a closet to shut him up. Later in the dream Dude B became irritated and frustrated for some unknown reason and to 'fix' that he opened up the closet door and shot Brandon, seemingly in cold blood. Then I woke up.
What's odd about my dream has less to do with the dream itself than with the day's events that followed.
I was looking for a book to read, and the most accessible one on my bookshelf that I hadn't read yet was Capote's "In Cold Blood". A $1 book that Brandon had recommended to me whilst perusing the isles at The Strand in New York.
Then, after paying an obscene amount of money for a routine 'check up' on my car, dinner and a nap before my graveyard shit at work tonight, I received an unexpected (and drunken) surprise phone call from who? Yes, Brandon! A friend who I hadn't talked to on the phone for months! Excited at the coincidence that he should call (and with relief that he was indeed still alive), I recapped my dream to him as best I could...then he told me about the dream that HE had last night.
He was unclear as to whether his dream was actually a dream or if he was actually half awake...but nevertheless it involved a gunshot outside his window, complete with the tink tink tink of the shell hitting, then bouncing, then rolling along the pavement. He was too scared to actually check outside the window to see if there was actually a gun wielding person out there or not, because what if there was? The person might see his face and recognise him, only to hunt him down and kill later him as a witness. That would have been pretty crappy.
Anyways, I just thought it was an odd coincidence of events. That I had a dream where he was shot, that I picked the one book that he recommended to me nearly half a year ago, and then that he gave me a random unprompted drunken phone call where he notified me of his dream that involved a gunshot too! Peculiar and kinda cool.
Otherwise, my life has been pretty mellow since finals are over. My crazy adorable cousin had her graduation, my family is of course thrilled and extremely proud of her. I spent a relaxing evening in Sac watching the Fiery Furnaces perform. I went out swing dancing on Tuesday for the first time ever; I went out salsa dancing last night without my dance buddy for the first time in months. The latter event actually made me a little sad, I missed having my partner in crime to dance and people watch with...regardless, the night was still fun considering I didn't end up heading for home until 1am. I also got some chick's phone number. She said she'd take me to a house club. I'm pretty stoked...not only for that but because I'm looking forward to seeing Phantom of the Opera for the first time next week, AND my dad's coming! (not to mention that it will be my birthday so naturally I am eager for a good dinner. Where? I don't know...Location is still undecided.)
What's odd about my dream has less to do with the dream itself than with the day's events that followed.
I was looking for a book to read, and the most accessible one on my bookshelf that I hadn't read yet was Capote's "In Cold Blood". A $1 book that Brandon had recommended to me whilst perusing the isles at The Strand in New York.
Then, after paying an obscene amount of money for a routine 'check up' on my car, dinner and a nap before my graveyard shit at work tonight, I received an unexpected (and drunken) surprise phone call from who? Yes, Brandon! A friend who I hadn't talked to on the phone for months! Excited at the coincidence that he should call (and with relief that he was indeed still alive), I recapped my dream to him as best I could...then he told me about the dream that HE had last night.
He was unclear as to whether his dream was actually a dream or if he was actually half awake...but nevertheless it involved a gunshot outside his window, complete with the tink tink tink of the shell hitting, then bouncing, then rolling along the pavement. He was too scared to actually check outside the window to see if there was actually a gun wielding person out there or not, because what if there was? The person might see his face and recognise him, only to hunt him down and kill later him as a witness. That would have been pretty crappy.
Anyways, I just thought it was an odd coincidence of events. That I had a dream where he was shot, that I picked the one book that he recommended to me nearly half a year ago, and then that he gave me a random unprompted drunken phone call where he notified me of his dream that involved a gunshot too! Peculiar and kinda cool.
Otherwise, my life has been pretty mellow since finals are over. My crazy adorable cousin had her graduation, my family is of course thrilled and extremely proud of her. I spent a relaxing evening in Sac watching the Fiery Furnaces perform. I went out swing dancing on Tuesday for the first time ever; I went out salsa dancing last night without my dance buddy for the first time in months. The latter event actually made me a little sad, I missed having my partner in crime to dance and people watch with...regardless, the night was still fun considering I didn't end up heading for home until 1am. I also got some chick's phone number. She said she'd take me to a house club. I'm pretty stoked...not only for that but because I'm looking forward to seeing Phantom of the Opera for the first time next week, AND my dad's coming! (not to mention that it will be my birthday so naturally I am eager for a good dinner. Where? I don't know...Location is still undecided.)