That may be the only time I’ll ever spell “miscellaneous” correctly on my first attempt.
Anyway, I’ve had another period of not remembering much of my dreams, so I thought I’d post the few random snippets that I have.
This part was something like 3/4 through a dream. Prior to it, I was with 2 friends, S and H. We were walking across a large field filled with rows of identical tents, like some incredibly boring music festival. Suddenly, 2 planes fly overhead. They’re old 40s-style prop monoplanes. I know they’re piloted by S and H flying over to land further ahead. I get annoyed that they can fly on ahead while I have to walk like a sucker, and vow to get a plane and pilots licence as soon as I can.
This might be some weird reflection of S & H both having cars and licences, whereas I don’t. The problem with this analogy is that I really, really don’t want to get a car in the forseeable future. I do, however, want a plane.
I’m sitting at a plain wooden table talking to someone, I don’t know who. I’m resting my head on my left hand, propping it up lazily. In front of me is a plate I’ve been eating off of; there’s a few baked beans left over. I’m idly prodding at it with a fork.
At this point I’m woken by my phone ringing. After I hang up, I realise there’s a weird taste in my mouth: baked beans. I wonder whether I’d eaten beans on toast before I took a nap. Then I realise the dream I’d just had, and my mind is briefly blown by the whole experience. Naps do crazy shit to my brain.