Jun. 17th, 2022 10:55 am
Back on my bullshit: Dream edition
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muckefuckSo it's actually somewhat unusual for me to dream about anyone I have a crush on. You'd think that if my waking mind can't get enough of somebody they'd show up in my dreams as well, but that's not really true. Apart from family, it's hard to predict who'll put in an appearance in my midnight movies. For instance, as I type this, I realise I can't remember a single time I've dreamt about clintswan despite the fact that I've thought about him every single day for at least two years and interacted with him most all of those days as well.
So it's somewhat remarkable that I dreamt about BB last night. He and our mutual friend had arranged to have dinner at Hopleaf last night, which ended up being my first night out after testing negative for COVID-19. About that, there's no much to say: It was a lovely night and a lovely dinner[*]. Afterwards we walked up to Reply where I said my goodbyes and left them to play video games while I caught a bus home. I felt a little pang of separation as I contemplated the prospect of not seeing BB for a month, but nothing severe. However, perhaps because it was so close to when I went to sleep (I think Freud hypothesised that events which happen later in the day often achieve more prominence in dreams regardless of their psychological importance), this was recapitulated in a fairly literal manner:
I was in a car with my family and we were driving in a strange city, perhaps DC. We were giving BB a ride home. We exited the expressway into a fairly rough-looking neighbourhood (which mildly surprised me, since I know he's very concerned about urban safety). We stopped at the top of a hill to let BB out and he started down a steep asphalt street with no sidewalks dragging a large roller bag. I'm not sure why we didn't drive him to his door, but I decided to accompany him. I was walking about ten paces behind. At one point, he took a shortcut through a neighbour's apartment which required me to remove a small square screen and a window, replace them behind me, walk through a small room, and do the same at the other side. I wondered if BB would invite me in to his apartment, which I'd never seen, but when I came through to the other side, I saw him standing in front of his door talking to a friend of his I didn't know.
Suddenly that friend became a half dozen strangers, all apparently from the neighbourhood. One introduced himself to me as "Clyde" or "Clive", but I didn't catch the names of any of the others. I decided to rejoin my family and discovered, to my surprise, that there was a much shorter way back through a gangway between buildings. I turned back at the other end for one last look and I saw BB alone walking in my direction. His hair was medium length, parted to side, and very curly. [His hair is actually sparse and very short.] He hadn't noticed me so I hailed him and he stopped behind a sort of gate in order to say goodbye to me. I think I said something vague about how I didn't know what I was doing with my family that evening; in my mind, I felt a bit relieved that I wouldn't have to include him in my plans for a while. But he mentioned that he'd probably have some time free later.
"I thought you had to pack."
"I do but I probably won't start on that until I feel motivated."
When I got back to where the car had been parked, it wasn't there, but I didn't feel any panic (something which often happens in my dreams).
[*] I actually told them about a dream I'd had the night before. I woke up in the dream with an itchy sensation on my left calf. When I looked at it, I saw a desiccated scorpion clinging to it. As I was shaking it off, I determined that the only way it could have gotten there is if BB or our mutual friend had placed it there. I don't remember either of them appearing in the dream though.
clintswan despite the fact that I've thought about him every single day for at least two years and interacted with him most all of those days as well.So it's somewhat remarkable that I dreamt about BB last night. He and our mutual friend had arranged to have dinner at Hopleaf last night, which ended up being my first night out after testing negative for COVID-19. About that, there's no much to say: It was a lovely night and a lovely dinner[*]. Afterwards we walked up to Reply where I said my goodbyes and left them to play video games while I caught a bus home. I felt a little pang of separation as I contemplated the prospect of not seeing BB for a month, but nothing severe. However, perhaps because it was so close to when I went to sleep (I think Freud hypothesised that events which happen later in the day often achieve more prominence in dreams regardless of their psychological importance), this was recapitulated in a fairly literal manner:
I was in a car with my family and we were driving in a strange city, perhaps DC. We were giving BB a ride home. We exited the expressway into a fairly rough-looking neighbourhood (which mildly surprised me, since I know he's very concerned about urban safety). We stopped at the top of a hill to let BB out and he started down a steep asphalt street with no sidewalks dragging a large roller bag. I'm not sure why we didn't drive him to his door, but I decided to accompany him. I was walking about ten paces behind. At one point, he took a shortcut through a neighbour's apartment which required me to remove a small square screen and a window, replace them behind me, walk through a small room, and do the same at the other side. I wondered if BB would invite me in to his apartment, which I'd never seen, but when I came through to the other side, I saw him standing in front of his door talking to a friend of his I didn't know.
Suddenly that friend became a half dozen strangers, all apparently from the neighbourhood. One introduced himself to me as "Clyde" or "Clive", but I didn't catch the names of any of the others. I decided to rejoin my family and discovered, to my surprise, that there was a much shorter way back through a gangway between buildings. I turned back at the other end for one last look and I saw BB alone walking in my direction. His hair was medium length, parted to side, and very curly. [His hair is actually sparse and very short.] He hadn't noticed me so I hailed him and he stopped behind a sort of gate in order to say goodbye to me. I think I said something vague about how I didn't know what I was doing with my family that evening; in my mind, I felt a bit relieved that I wouldn't have to include him in my plans for a while. But he mentioned that he'd probably have some time free later.
"I thought you had to pack."
"I do but I probably won't start on that until I feel motivated."
When I got back to where the car had been parked, it wasn't there, but I didn't feel any panic (something which often happens in my dreams).
[*] I actually told them about a dream I'd had the night before. I woke up in the dream with an itchy sensation on my left calf. When I looked at it, I saw a desiccated scorpion clinging to it. As I was shaking it off, I determined that the only way it could have gotten there is if BB or our mutual friend had placed it there. I don't remember either of them appearing in the dream though.
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