Memoirs of an English Major

     This is completely out of my normal post and also out of the usual posting time. In fact, I should be sleeping at this moment. But I had the strangest dream and felt like sharing it. The odd thing is, I think I could work this sort of thing into a story. And since I’m writing it and analyzing it, it should help. I know who the people are in the dreams, but to avoid the issues dealing with people in my dreams, I’ll omit the names. If you would rather not read about my dreams, feel free to skip this post. If you’re curious what my strange mind creates in my waking mind, venture on.

   It is a quick dream and it opened up with what appeared to be a lunch thing. In fact, I don’t think it even was a lunch. This part if slightly blurry to me, as I was originally outside prior to this. But in any case, I ended up at some sort of meeting conducted by my boss about some computer teaching thing I was passed up on. This has never happened before, so my guess is that the dream is not about that. This is simply build up to what the main purpose of the dream is.

     As this is all going on, there are two girls to my left and right. On my left hand side is a girl I am interested in, where as on my right is a girl I was interested in at one point. I won’t place names on either, but I will say that upon retrospect, though they are completely different, I think my mind has viewed them as similar case subjects. In a a sense, the situations could be similar. In any case, the one to my left reaches into a pink box and hands me a gift. I say thank you and we hug. During this embrace, and I say embrace because it was one of those “passionate” hugs, she starts to kiss me on the cheek. Normally, I would not put much thought into this if it weren’t for the fact that she kissed my cheek like one would kiss a long lost love. It was slightly messed up.  The girl to my right chimes up at this time. She mentions that the girl on my left not only has a boyfriend, but also questions the fact that she’s moving in with him. The girl to my left gets defensive about it, starts complaining about her boyfriend, and the dream is done.

   If I look at both girls in my head, they are worlds apart and their situations have nothing to do with each other. But there is only one thing I can draw from this dream : even in my dreams I can’t catch a break, Though the dream does give me an idea for a fiction work I have been working on. In any case, if this becomes a reoccurring dream subject or the character repeat, I’ll write again. If not, unless it is slightly messed up, expect to never see another dream post again. Well, that is all for now. Back to sleep.