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I RARELY remember my dreams. I've had a few Craft-related dreams that I remember clearly...usually tied into an initiation or similar situation.
Then there are a couple of recurring nightmares that I have from time to time.
Then there are the occasional REALLY weird dreams that I wake up from, saying WTF? Last night I had two of those...or actually one that I woke up from with a headache, took some ibuprofen, went back to sleep, and started up the dream again, and then it took a different twist. On one level, the dreams were kind of mundane. Except that the entire premise was just weird.
1) A guy I work with asked me to go see a play. We went. We got separated. The play started, but I couldn't find him, and couldn't go INTO the play until I found him. Seems rather ordinary, eh? Except. In *real time* I can't stand the guy who asked me to the play. I've seen, and never liked, the play (Les Miz. Don't ask, it's just personal taste) that we were going to see. And the theater turned into a maze. It was just strange. All it needed were funhouse mirrors.
I woke up with a headache. Drank some water, took some ibuprofen. Went back to sleep.
2) Back at the theater, suddenly people start turning into werewolves. A guy I know and I are suddenly detectives trying to track down the cause of the werewolfism, and catch the perpetrators without getting turned into werewolves ourselves.
The whole thing was just odd.
Then there are a couple of recurring nightmares that I have from time to time.
Then there are the occasional REALLY weird dreams that I wake up from, saying WTF? Last night I had two of those...or actually one that I woke up from with a headache, took some ibuprofen, went back to sleep, and started up the dream again, and then it took a different twist. On one level, the dreams were kind of mundane. Except that the entire premise was just weird.
1) A guy I work with asked me to go see a play. We went. We got separated. The play started, but I couldn't find him, and couldn't go INTO the play until I found him. Seems rather ordinary, eh? Except. In *real time* I can't stand the guy who asked me to the play. I've seen, and never liked, the play (Les Miz. Don't ask, it's just personal taste) that we were going to see. And the theater turned into a maze. It was just strange. All it needed were funhouse mirrors.
I woke up with a headache. Drank some water, took some ibuprofen. Went back to sleep.
2) Back at the theater, suddenly people start turning into werewolves. A guy I know and I are suddenly detectives trying to track down the cause of the werewolfism, and catch the perpetrators without getting turned into werewolves ourselves.
The whole thing was just odd.
