Oh, I love recounting dreams to people; it's difficult to keep the details from slipping away in those crucial 30 seconds just after you wake up, but if you can remember them they make for great stories.
It's weird...I hear about and speak to a lot of people who have really meaningful, psychologically symbolic dreams, where their fears or fantasies take shape and tell them things about their subconscious that they might never have even realised were true...whereas I just dream a bunch of bizarre stream-of-consciousness gibberish that usually rips off whatever TV show or movie I happened to have been watching. My recent dreams, for example, have regularly frequented by the cast of Scrubs; I think I was Turk in one of them. I seem to be dreaming about Carla, mostly (but not in
that way, you understand
); one time she was part of the crew of the spaceship I was on (?), the other time she was running a book shop with Dr. Kelso, and I was trying to buy Scrubs DVDs off them. I would like to take this simply as a sign that I should, uh, lay off the Scrubs a bit, but then the dream ended with me being presented a complete Sex and the City boxset by Charlie Chaplin. ??? And I have
no idea where that came from.
And then there was the dream I had last week, where my brother was The Queen of England...oh man, don't even ask how that one worked. I need some counselling, I think.
