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cosmic_celeryIt started with her on top of me doing lovely things to my body. But after a few moments, I realized that I could still feel the warmth at my hip where the cat was sleeping in reality and that this person couldn't possibly be real. She continued while I mused that this would be a very strange time in my life to have an imaginary friend.
It was at that point that I found myself downstairs looking out to the neighbors, who seemed to be dragging in and installing all sorts of things...a baseball diamond, a pool (Olympic and below ground), and the fence surrounding the house (some meld between now and the backyard of my childhood home) was tall and razorwired, with some sort of mesh hanging off.
I talked to my mother about the neighbors and she thought it was outrageous that they could have a pool installed so quickly.
At some point, my mother, me, and the girl from earlier were in the car driving down the road. I had a conversation with the girl about how none off this could be real and she was imaginary. I got the idea that if I could just get back to the house, I could wake up. I tried opening my side door and then hers, hoping that it would open some sort of portal, but they both just opened to the street whizzing past. It was at this point that I looked to the front of the car and realized my mother was in the passenger seat and nobody was driving. I got the sense that it would be difficult to escape the dream. The car sped along the freeway and deposited me back at the house, at which point I woke up.
Then a bit later I fell back asleep and dreamt I was in a laundromat and the girl and guy there were trying to convince me that the "imaginary friend" girl from earlier was in fact, real.
(also, there were three pictures of girls with yarn for hair on the washing machines, and I thought I recognized one...and the guy and the girl were confused and filling up an entire washing machine with detergent, but I think that's beside the point.)
The point is: Why the hell are my dreams trying to convince me that they're not dreams? Dream people tried to convince me of this before, and it's always weird and slightly disturbing.
It was at that point that I found myself downstairs looking out to the neighbors, who seemed to be dragging in and installing all sorts of things...a baseball diamond, a pool (Olympic and below ground), and the fence surrounding the house (some meld between now and the backyard of my childhood home) was tall and razorwired, with some sort of mesh hanging off.
I talked to my mother about the neighbors and she thought it was outrageous that they could have a pool installed so quickly.
At some point, my mother, me, and the girl from earlier were in the car driving down the road. I had a conversation with the girl about how none off this could be real and she was imaginary. I got the idea that if I could just get back to the house, I could wake up. I tried opening my side door and then hers, hoping that it would open some sort of portal, but they both just opened to the street whizzing past. It was at this point that I looked to the front of the car and realized my mother was in the passenger seat and nobody was driving. I got the sense that it would be difficult to escape the dream. The car sped along the freeway and deposited me back at the house, at which point I woke up.
Then a bit later I fell back asleep and dreamt I was in a laundromat and the girl and guy there were trying to convince me that the "imaginary friend" girl from earlier was in fact, real.
(also, there were three pictures of girls with yarn for hair on the washing machines, and I thought I recognized one...and the guy and the girl were confused and filling up an entire washing machine with detergent, but I think that's beside the point.)
The point is: Why the hell are my dreams trying to convince me that they're not dreams? Dream people tried to convince me of this before, and it's always weird and slightly disturbing.
