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I can’t say that I’m dreaming more than I was before I left New York, because I think we dream every night it just depends on what you remember. I seem to be remembering more dreams than I was during the past few months before I left. I’m probably getting too much sleep, so I’m not sleeping as well. That is usually when I start to remember more of my dreams. You’re probably wondering how I’m getting too much sleep when I’m waking up at 7 o’clock in the morning. Well, I’m living in a house with a one year old and a three year old that go to bed at 8 o’clock every night. Once all the lights go out and everyone is sound asleep, 10 o’clock starts to seem really late.
Anyway, here I am dreaming like a mad man and waking up saying, “What the heck was that all about?” Now, I’m not going to bore you with the exact details of my dreams because 1. I don’t remember all the details and 2. we all know that dreams are only interesting to the people who had them and actually quite boring to the listener.
I don’t even remember much of anything about my first dream that I had here. It had to do with golf and I was playing… quite poorly I might add. Those are the types of things I would like to dream about… golf and playing golf. Next time I just hope I’m playing better in my dream.
The next night I had this dream about my going away party back in New York. It seemed very real. I think it’s weird how we can’t look at ourselves in our dream and say, “Hey, you idiot, you already had your party and you’re in Denver now, so this is obvioulsy a dream.” I wasn’t able to do that though, so the dream went on… Let me give a little back story first. I used to like this girl and I liked her for quite a while. I never told her I liked her and was happy with us just being friends. In my dream though, this girl was at the party. Right before she left, she came up to me and said something along the lines of, “Andy, I just want you to know that I know you like me and I’m not interested in you and I never will be, so if you’re thinking of asking me out when you get back from your summer, there wouldn’t be much sense in it.” It didn’t end there though, she continued for the rest of the dream giving all the reasons as to why she didn’t like me. My only comeback after a barrage of insults from her was, “Who told you I liked you?”
I’m still baffled as to the difference between dreams and nightmares. Even though no one was chasing me through the woods with a chainsaw and I kept tripping over twigs, this dream was almost as frightening. From now on I may have to consider all of my dreams nightmares… chainsaw or not.