Inglorious basterds

Last night I had a dream where I was a Nazi stuck inside of the cinema when the owner blew it up. It was vivid enough to jolt me in real life and I hit my arm on my wall. In the dream I was dead but thought, "Wow, it's strange dying in a dream, everything just goes blank. Now I am dead. What do do? Wake up?"

I don't know, but thank you Inglorious Basterds for the recreation of a dream sequence in my own dysfunctional life.

Real life dreams

It's funny when I wake up from travel dreams because as soon as I do I realize that they are just a reflection of a life, not so long lived, all within' 20 minutes of a dream sequence. It's just a metaphor in a dream for my entire life and its absurdities and I find it to be quite humorous how everything can be chalked up in such a way:

I get friends together to plan out a trip somewhere. We chose Athens, Greece and get ready to go. But, somehow in the dream we never end up in Athens and end up traveling the Southwest in a really strange train mobile.

Halfway through the dream my friend who came with me and the people who did not know me disengaged me from their contact because I was not in line waiting for a ticket when the line was moving and was instead searching for a bathroom to change my clothes.

Throughout the rest of the dream if I did find these people, who I started considering old friends, they just showed their hatred and disappointment in me, wondering how I could be so absent-minded in times of seriousness within' a line to get tickets.

The entire time I was uncomfortable in my clothes. I never got to change my clothes because the bathroom kept on being stared into. A little girl was looking into my stall, "STOP LOOKING IN HERE CAN I NOT GET ANY PRIVACY?!" "Well, I am sorry ma'am but we're just so packed in here."

The majority of the "trip" was spent without my friend(s) around so I kept on meeting new people. One was a man in army attire that refused to get his hands off of me. I was stuck sitting next to this creature for quite a bit of the trip.

Traveling the Southwest and its dry lakes (dream lakes by the way) was beautiful and all but when the fuck was I taking off to Athens?

I find out I have been duped into a trip I did not ask for as a result of me playing the trip by ear. I had to pay a separate amount for the train ride around the Southwest and I have no idea how I even got on it, other than just simply following the line of people where they were supposed to go. They all seemed to understand it, except me. I just paid it and went on because when you're trapped, you're trapped. And I needed to get away from the military man who was fixated on me.

Then, I woke up.

The double dare coat

I asked myself to remember my dreams last night before I went to sleep, hoping that they would shed some light on my disastrous waking life at the moment. But all I had images of was a rainbow jacket. This jacket was made out of yarn and went from one arm to the other. It was just yarn tied to each arm's end. The yarn then wrapped around the back in some fancy, knotted fashion and fluttered around. This coat did not cover up any bit of my body, which is normal for any piece of dream fashion that appears in my brain. If I were to be a fashion designer, clothing would barely be an option. The dream woman who showed it to me started singing a song,

"The double dare coat, the double dare coat, the coat for everyone's double dare!"

I just had the most bizarre dream.

There was a group of bad, rich men trying to take over the world. The world was colorful. I was in charge of the group to be gutsy enough to encounter these men. Their way of taking over the world was deluding the public and making them drunk on various mind-altering dream substances. Everyone was dressed up in flamboyant masquerade clothing. While drunk on my own dream fluid I move back and forth from different person to different person. I lucidly send myself from one conquest to another. One of them involved a dream friend and me finally admitting that I, indeed, wanted to lay with him within' the moving landscape. Then I would transition from that to the woman who is saving the world. Finally I realize that I cannot save the world and I cannot fall in love with this man all because I have two personalities. "Look, I can't be with you." Dream man looked drunk as I talked. "Look, I can't be with you because I am two different people. You see, I am changing from one to the next right now. All I have to do is hit my own switch." It turns out those evil men got me anyway. There is no escaping the mind-altering state of society, apparently.