I had 2 odd dreams recently. 

1.  In this dream, I was just about to wake up.  The alarm from my phone was beeping impatiently.  But I wanted to sleep in for a few more minutes.  I debated with myself.  Surely I deserve a few more minutes of sleep.  But I knew I had to get up.  I rolled to my left, opened my eyes and reached for the phone.  After a couple of tries, I was able to find my phone and hit the button.  I started to get out of the bed when I heard the alarm going off again.  But I’m still in this half sleep half awake stage again.  I wanted to sleep some more but then I thought, didn’t I wake up already?  I opened my eyes, reached to my left, found my phone and turned off the alarm. I don’t have a snooze button on my phone.  I checked the time and it was 6 AM, the usual time for my alarm.  I guess this is what happens when you become sleep deprived.  My subconscious is working overtime to make sure I wake up on time. 

2.  Anonymous bloggers like me can be a source of annoyance curiosity to other bloggers who bare it all.  Like you, I’m always curious about other bloggers who don’t bare it all.  I dreamt I was in a coffee shop with Andrew or #stepaside-loser.  My dream started in the middle, I don’t remember how we got there, how we introduced ourselves etc…  But the dream starts off with me sitting by myself in a coffee place.  I just knew Andrew had left the table momentarily.  I don’t know how I knew it was him but I did. And because my dream started in the middle, I didn’t even see him before he left the table.   But Andrew left his laptop on the table.  So I decided that I would look into his laptop and find out who he really is.  Of course, it would have made more sense to just wait until he returned but my dreams never have any logic.  I opened his laptop and I couldn’t figure out how to use it at all.  I kept thinking, I need to hack into it before he returns.  But it didn’t even look like a laptop anymore.  And before I knew it, this wisp of a dream vanished.  So I guess I won’t find out what Andrew looks like. 

I had an odd dream the other day.  It shook me up for a couple of days.  I don’t remember a lot of the details, just the general theme.  I dreamt that I only had 2 to 3 months to live.  But the doctor had a lot of trouble telling me the news.  I pretty well had to pry it out from him.  I walked out of the hospital in a daze.  I wanted to tell someone but everywhere I went – people were just going on with their lives. There was a steady stream of pedestrians all going about with their business.  People going to work, kids going to school and humanity just going about their business.  It was a beautiful summer day but no one seemed to notice.  People were so busy with their own affairs.  I kept looking for someone to talk to.  I wanted to tell someone that it wasn’t business as usual for me anymore. 

But there wasn’t anyone that I knew.  Everyone just kept walking on.  I felt helpless and ignored.  I was just a silent extra in this movie of life.  It was very unsettling and that feeling lingered with me for a couple of days. 

Perhaps this is how my dad feels when he sees me and my siblings going on with life.  I thought I was an emphatic person but maybe this is Someone’s way of telling me to pay closer attention. 

The other weird thing is that I woke up with some red marks on my forehead.  It’s almost as if someone scratched it with their fingernails.  I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror trying to figure out what it was.  To my surprise, the reflection of the red lines looked a lot like 14.  It was still there after I showered and it slowly faded away by lunch time. 

I have been getting a feeling that I’ve been having a recurring dream every so often.  But I rarely recall my dreams.  I guess when your creativity is at an all time low, even your dreams go into reruns. 

But when I woke up the other morning, I managed to retain faint wisps of this recurring dream.  The scene is almost from an old movie.  I’m in a big room and the setting sun has given the room a yellow, golden tint.  There’s lots of wooden furniture, paneling and floors everywhere.  I’m in the room looking for my things so that I can start my work.  I can sense that my job is in some type of a call centre.  I’m searching through a drawer to find my headset and other things.  But I can’t find any of it.  I can’t see any of the staff but I can tell they are getting impatient.  Their shift is almost over and they want to leave. 

I go into another room to keep looking for my things but now I have this urge to shower before I can start my shift.  In the corner of the room is a small shower.  It’s just out in the open without any curtains at all.  There’s quite a few people in the room coming and going.  But I undress and get into shower with nothing to protect my modesty.  But no one seems to care or notice at all (ed. note:  this is big blow to Matt’s ego).  After I get out of the shower, I can’t find a towel and I think I just used my clothes to dry myself. Now the other odd thing is that I don’t even see any of my coworkers.  They are just there. 

As I’m about to start my shift, my coworkers all seem to be disappointed that I’ve forgotten how to do my job.  Even in my dream, I know I’ve done that job before.  I just keep staring at the phone and don’t have a clue what to do next. 

I don’t interpret my dreams anymore especially when they are so strange.  I guess it’s a bonus for me remembering my dreams.  A bigger bonus would be getting a good night’s sleep. 

There are fragments from last night’s dream lingering within me.  I dreamt I was in some big Japanese house.  I somehow found myself in the back of this very large room.  It was full of ninja type warriors all standing at attention facing the front.  I could hear someone up front bellowing.  I stood still out of fear.  I leaned a bit to my right and saw who was yelling.  It was this big ogre like master yelling and gesturing wildly at everyone.  Suddenly all the warriors started their kata.  I struggled to mimic them so I could continue to blend in.  But it was quickly obvious that I had no idea what I was doing.

All I remember was more yelling from the ogre up front.  The other warriors started to stopped what they were doing and stared at me. 

Those ninja warriors should be grateful that I woke up and spared them from a beating. 

I better not run into them again tonight.  I don’t want to write about the same thing again.