A Journey Into Adulthood. Twenty-Six and Counting.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Dreams are weird. And figuring out what is dream and what is real is weird. And all of this is compounded when you're sleeping in someone else's bed. And they're in it, too. And part of you is concerned that you might do something embarrassing in your sleep. Like snore.

Woke up twice, and suddenly, unsure of whether kissing had happened - lay on my side and tried to reconstruct my sense of what had happened and the likelihood that it HAD happened. I did not make much progress, blurred and fuzzy from sleep, and with a highly suggestible mind that would probably have believed that I'd just danced naked through a snowdrift.

Then I woke up after having some strange sort of "memory" dream. In which said bedmate figured with me in an alternate reality in which we were romantically involved. But who was also romantically involved with about 5 other women. And who was ALSO engaged. What the fuck? I woke up from that one feeling uncomfortable.

I have absolutely no idea what my subconscious is busy doing right now. It appears to be processing things in an odd way.