I usually ... well, okay, almost never ... talk about my dreams with anyone. Not because they're that private, but I'm fairly confident no one gives a shit. To be fair, I wouldn't. It's not like I spend my nights doing anything Meaningful like astrally traveling with water spirits while giving important life lessons to the disembodied spirit of John Lennon, so I feel no strong compulsion to write about them. Usually they're best described as a core dump of some of the thoughts I happened to have during the day, combined with some random archaic stuff I have not thought about for at least 20 years.
Except there are things that are almost always the same. And that's the weird part. Like ...
- Alternate New Jersey, with a series of large lakes around Monmouth County from Sandy Hook to the Delaware River. Neither the Parkway nor the Turnpike exist, and driving back to my place (wherever the hell that is) involves going through the Pine Barrens. At night.
- University in the Deep Woods. Labyrinthine dorms all placed around one gigantic cul de sac.
- Laura, a bartender I dated for a while. No idea who the hell she is. I don't know a Laura. But I know our history every time she's brought up.
- That Fucking Calculus Class - you know, the one I signed up for and then didn't remember to attend for the rest of the semester? Yeah, that one. Bastards.
What compelled me to at least write this down is not only the consistency with which all of these elements (and their characteristics) come up, but my ability to access some kind of functional "in-game" memory for each one. Freaky as hell, but interesting nonetheless.
Yeah, this is what happens when my purchase orders for work haven't gone through yet and I have some time to burn.
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