So Weird

I have never woken up so disoriented in my life. I think it was because it was hot last night and I had two drinks before I went to sleep... I tell you, alcohol is the devil.

Anyway, my dreams were a series of very random places and people from every conceivable part of my life, all smashed together, interacting and looking the same as they did when I knew them, but different somehow. It was so weird.

It all started with Blake and I going back to Vermont for something. We were going to a specific inn that we had gone to when we were in college and at first we were in separate cars. I led and missed our exit. Then we were together and going up the Sugarbush Access Road. This road actually exists and people, it is beyond a dirt road. It has ruts and holes that make it look like a giant cheese grater. It wasn't raining, but it had been the night before and water was running down the road, making it muddy. I asked Blake if we would be okay using this road and he acted like it was a stupid question.

So, we arrived and things just deteriorated so fast. It was winter and almost everyone at the inn smoked. I would see them each of them outside at one point or another, smoking in the snow. But the most disturbing thing was that Blake was cheating on me and (be prepared to laugh) the woman was a grey-haired, overweight, elderly (but very nice) lady. But though she was old and chubby, I knew that when the door was closed, she was young and hot. The thing is, Blake kicked me out of the room to be with her. So, that's the gist of the dream. There were a lot more, even stranger, details.

The second dream was of me telling Blake about my first dream.

The third dream was the disorienting one. I was going home for Christmas and decided to fly into NYC to see my dear friend, Lorae. I knew she was going to be at a place called The Writing Center (yes, like the one in college). So, I headed over there, went in, and it's set up kind of like the pit of a newsroom. Lots of desks and papers and extremely noisy. So, I know she's going to be there around 10:00. I go to the front desk, gave them my name and the receptionist said I had an appointment for that very minute, with the guy at desk #17. So I took this as an opportunity as I actually had some of my writing in my backpack with me. But the guy at the desk wasn't ready for me and he was very rude.

Here is where it starts to be confusing. As I was going out to the waiting room, a guy called out to me. He was my Victorian Lit professor in college. I waved back and as I sat down in the waiting room, my high school Earth Science teacher came bursting in the door. He was frantically explaining to me how sorry he was that he had given me the wrong information about health insurance. I told him I already had health insurance, but he kept going on and on about it. Lorae came in, but was late for her appointment. I told her to call me when she was done.

Then I went outside. There was a bench around a tree and sitting on it was one of my friends from high school, a girl I used to work with and a girl I met in Pensacola. It was getting dark, but my watch said it was only 10:30am. We all chatted, my dad called on the phone (and I could see his end of the conversation). Then, this really strange, Clockwork-Orange-like parade of ten people went by. Then, a funeral with no less than six coffins being carried by policemen in turn of the century uniforms. Then, three weddings ended and the people came crowding into the street from three different churches up and down the street. Some of the groomsman came over and among them were Henry Winkler, a guy from TV and my old gymnastics teacher.

It was getting dark out and I still didn't have a place to stay because I was hoping Lorae would let me stay with her. So, the recepionist came out and told us how cold it was and that we should come inside. So, I did. But she wasn't just offering a warm place until they closed, she was offering a place to crash for the night. She takes me to this small room, filled with homeless people. I said thanks, but I hoped to have somewhere else to sleep that night. She looked at me like she'd heard that story before.

I went back outside and Lorae finally came out of the center. She was wearing a very silver, puffy, dress, ankle boots and had hair straight out of the 70s. She told me she had to get across town and I asked if I could walk with her. She didn't seem to care so we walked. As we walked, the city kind of melted away into countryside, which confused me. I asked what area of the city we were in, but she only mumbled incoherent answers. Two women caught up with us. They had getups like Lorae's and they looked like back-up singers for Donna Summer or something. I realized that these women were two of my friends from high school. So, we caught up and all walked together.

Lorae told me she had to get to the Mattel theme park for therapy. I didn't know why you would need to go to a toy park, but I told her it was probably good to get all that anger out. Then, I realized that's why she wasn't enthusiastic to see me. She didn't want to admit she was in therapy. So, she went off in her own direction and I picked up my phone to make a call only to find that I was picking up a conversation.

It was two men and I immediately realized it was between one of my uncles and Lorae's scumbag ex-boyfriend (two cheating jerks). They were talking about my uncle's girlfriend. It was completely surreal. So, I took the train home even though it was so late.

Home was awesome. Beautifuil snow, Christmas decorations, cookies and my parents (of course). My mom had a huge stack of magazines that had been sent for me. It was late so I went to sleep.

Then, I woke up, literally and I did not know where I was. Thinking it was still a dream, I discarded Syracuse and home as locations and finally realized it was Pensacola. I reached for Blake and he wasn't there. I thought maybe he went to pick me up at the train station or that he was downstairs (at my house) having breakfast. Then, I realized he was at muster. That's when I realized it wasn't a dream. It was the strangest feeling ever.