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I should have stayed up all night playing video games. I would have gotten just as much sleep.
It's strange how vivid a combination of restlessness and ketosis makes your dreams. During the short period of time that I actually did fall asleep, I had a dream that revolved around an airport. Important people in my life coming and going... I'm sure that if I had someone analyze it they could find all kinds of neat psychological insights into my subconscious.
Bits of it I remember very clearly. Other bits not so much. Some things I remember:
Mom was leaving for a long cruise. She handed me an envelope that contained her apartment key, explaining that she wouldn't need her apartment anymore and she was going to stop by the leasing office and turn it in. Then she got in line to check in for her flight. I watched her get her tickets and check her baggage, but she didn't come back. I stood alone feeling the shape of the key in the envelope. :(
I met Ben Folds. He was playing an electric keyboard in the parking lot. I asked him to sign my keyboard, but he said that the name on the instrument didn't matter. What mattered is that I play. That annoyed me. I wanted an autograph, not a life lesson. As the dream progressed his eyes bugged out more and more and eventually he looked just like Billie Joe Armstrong.
A particularly confusing scenario involving Ken. The dream was just going along with nothing much happening, then someone from high school (Breanne maybe?) showed me some pictures and videos of what had just happened and Ken was right next to me the whole time. She said he'd been here the whole time and I was doing something that kept me from seeing him.
Other than those three scenes, most of the dream seems hazy. Mostly walking around with various people I've known throughout my life. Riding up and down escalators. Goofing off. I think I eventually got on a plane. I remember something about that. Not too clearly, though.
It's strange how vivid a combination of restlessness and ketosis makes your dreams. During the short period of time that I actually did fall asleep, I had a dream that revolved around an airport. Important people in my life coming and going... I'm sure that if I had someone analyze it they could find all kinds of neat psychological insights into my subconscious.
Bits of it I remember very clearly. Other bits not so much. Some things I remember:
Mom was leaving for a long cruise. She handed me an envelope that contained her apartment key, explaining that she wouldn't need her apartment anymore and she was going to stop by the leasing office and turn it in. Then she got in line to check in for her flight. I watched her get her tickets and check her baggage, but she didn't come back. I stood alone feeling the shape of the key in the envelope. :(
I met Ben Folds. He was playing an electric keyboard in the parking lot. I asked him to sign my keyboard, but he said that the name on the instrument didn't matter. What mattered is that I play. That annoyed me. I wanted an autograph, not a life lesson. As the dream progressed his eyes bugged out more and more and eventually he looked just like Billie Joe Armstrong.
A particularly confusing scenario involving Ken. The dream was just going along with nothing much happening, then someone from high school (Breanne maybe?) showed me some pictures and videos of what had just happened and Ken was right next to me the whole time. She said he'd been here the whole time and I was doing something that kept me from seeing him.
Other than those three scenes, most of the dream seems hazy. Mostly walking around with various people I've known throughout my life. Riding up and down escalators. Goofing off. I think I eventually got on a plane. I remember something about that. Not too clearly, though.
