Where is C?

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.