I wish I could’ve written this down when I woke up in the middle of the night because I could remember it easier, unfortunately, it was much better to stay in bed than to get up at that time.
I dreamt Stan and I were at my parent’s house. Both my mom and dad were there. Stan and I were getting ready to go somewhere, and I thought I should call Tim to let him know we were ready if he wanted to come with us. I was going to call him on his cellphone because I knew he was still at work and I wouldn’t be able to reach him at home, but then realized I didn’t have his cellphone number stored on our cellphone.
OK, HOLD ON. WTF. This is wrong on so many levels.
Why does Miss Logic Brain kick in on something as minor as remembering whether to call him at home or at work, or whether we have his cellphone number stored (actually, I think we do, but I don’t know because he said not to call it because it doesn’t work…well, it certainly wouldn’t work now), but Ms. Logic Brain doesn’t also go, “Hey, wait a minute, I can’t call Tim–he’s dead!” or “Hey, what’s your Dad doing at home? How’d he get there?”
It seems as if dreamland is perpetually 5-10, or maybe even more–as I’ll get to in a minute–years behind. Or maybe dreamland is in a perpetual state of pleasant, where no one ever dies or becomes debilitated, or, as I’ll get to in a second–turns sinister and needs to be let go of.
So, anyway, back to the dream. I go outside my parent’s house and a jackass driver in a sporty stationwagon (oxymoron) drives really fast around the corner and then parks in front the neighbor’s house. IRL, my mom uses a volunteer service to take her to doctor appointments and such. This guy was there for that purpose, I guess, except my mom or dad weren’t going anywhere…Stan and I were. Why we needed some jerk to drive us someplace is baffling.
Then Tim comes around the corner and I tell him I tried to call him and ask him if he’d like to come with us. The driver guy is getting impatient, so I guess we all leave with the sporty stationwagon driver. I don’t know if the driver morphs into this person, or if we just stumble into this person later in the dream somewhere else but we’re talking to “someone we used to know”. He’s telling us all about his life and problems he’s having…I wish I could remember more of this part but it seemed like it was pre-2000 before we decided once and for all not to be around him. And it’s ironic that Tim was with us because Tim would always recount an incident involving the person we used to know.