Each night that I am able to sleep completely through the night and fall asleep with some sort of normalcy I end up dreaming. Sounds reasonable enough, however the dreaming that I do take it to a completely new level. Everything is super vivid and while we all know odd places and happenings in dreams don't make sense in real life but they make total sense in the dream. Add that to waking up and feeling as though you know that whatever ended up happening, good or bad, without a doubt happened in real life. Sound sort of messed up? Oh no. Not even close. It's not like you were running so fast you could take off the ground and fly and that stuff happened like a memory of you having done that crazy and impossible thing. Let's kick it up a notch, shall we?
In the crazy workings of my synapses firing together over the course of the night/morning, I manage to have this dream last night. Hold onto your hats... Freud would have a field day with this one. I am leaving on Saturday for an extremely long show in Orlando that a fellow male co-worker of relatively the same age is also going to be attending to work the duration of this torture week. I've never traveled with this person or had a chance to really get to work together, but we know enough about each other to know that we get along seemingly just fine. He's married and has half a soccer team's worth of little girls and is attractive enough but not my type. Now you have the background that is actually real and not dream real. Here's where this shit gets cray-cray.
The dream takes place at this show and the show is done and then we all head to the amusement park (for unknown reasons only logical in dreams). Cut to the traditional water rides that most amusement parks have where you ride in a log and then end up coming down this waterfall and end up getting soaked by the back spray at the bottom of the falls. Well we must have rode rides like this several times and apparently it was this amusement parks policy to have outdoor showers, like you would find at the beach, so you would wash off the chlorine water. They were semi-private and girls had one side and boys had another. We were done and it was shower time and apparently the line to wait for a spot on the girls side was way too long so I decided to go over to the boys side... where I promptly proceeded to strip down and get straight to the birthday suit to wash off all this water... with my male co-worker at the next shower spot... not naked at all. It wasn't one of those dreams where your body is perfect so you're super proud of it and are dying to show people but it wasn't one where you're super self conscious about people seeing you either. So there I was all sorts of stark naked and rinsing off when his eyes were bugging out of his head. I apologized and said that I just didn't feel like waiting for a spot in the girls side because it would make us late. For what? I have no idea. His response? "Oh I don't mind... as you can tell" and he bent over and went away to go get a towel.
And then I woke up. No. Joke.
The only thing I can conclude from that would be my pretty vain and consistent desire to be attractive to men, even though I or the other person would never act on it. Wow. Just wow.
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