Thursday, December 11, 2008
Text Messages From Beyond
My dreams baffle me the vast majority of the time. I don’t have those prototypical dreams about walking naked into a classroom or office. I don’t dream about my teeth being pulled. No, I dream about completely ridiculous things.
Case in point: Last night I was dreaming about text messages. Now, why would I do that? I mean, I know I use my phone a lot, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t slip through my ear and into my brain at any point yesterday.
And the messages were completely apropos of nothing going on in my life at the moment. I might as well have been dreaming about clowns and balloons, for all the importance I can dredge from the messages I remember:
From John B:
I’m getting that feeling again! What you up to?
From Ginger P:
John is being an asshole! But what else is new?
From Jennifer G:
Bring the champagne. We’ll probably need it after the show.
From Amber V:
Don’t think about it anymore. We luv u!
The funny thing is, I don’t really remember sending any replies in the dream. I guess my dream people were just sending me random messages that meant nothing in context. It’s weirder than the airplane sonar dreams I used to have when I was a little kid.