last night turned into a nocturnal adventure suspended in psuedotime!
so last night i went to sleep pretty drunk off of wine and had what was probably the most unseparable from reality dream i've ever experienced. it's as if something as simple as looking at the ceiling of my room becomes lodged somewhere in my brain only to be cracked open when i'm asleep. This same setting and time (night) is then applied to whatever it is i want to do in my dream. so for example, last night i had a dream that i was talking to someone on the phone whilst laying in my bed. i talked to her, and she responded with what had to have been things i was imagining her saying, but they all came off as unpredictable. then i woke up. heavily out of it and trying to adjust to whatever was playing off my stereo since i had left it on. my dream ended so abruptly and the place where i woke up was so similar to the place i had just been, i felt like what i dreamed had really happened. so i check my phone, no call made to her at the time my dream took place in. strange