The Nomad Chronicles

Ok, weird how I remember this now... this dream was so long, but anyway, I will do my best to recall it all.

I am at some weird house party... I notice people's astral tentacles, but I don't really think about it.

I am led to a hidden submarine dock under this huge house in a cave. I look at the small sub curiously. I brag about how my girlfriend bought me a submarine ride for my birthday. For some reason, I think of my first girlfriend, Terri, when I was 17... (Now 35!)

I go in the sub. I see Edwards there, I guy I served in the Coast Guard with. He is changing into a uniform. I do the same thing. I forget I am supposed to ride it, and now I think I am supposed to work on it. I feel annoyed. This job sucks. I am going to cater to all these rich snobby fuckers. DAMMIT. I look around the crew's quarters. It just looks like the inside of a boat... A lot of metal painted white, with pipes going everywhere.

I wake up, and am awake for a couple hours. I somehow re-enter the dream without wanting to.

I am walking down a ladder... this fucking job. Change to a different uniform blah blah blah. What a waste of time! A couple guys share a room with two doors. I shortcut through their room to get to mine without asking them. They are also changing their uniform. They are a little annoyed with me.

I am in my boxers.

I open the door, and there is a Buddhist meeting in there for young women. They are all in their pajamas. I am confused, annoyed, and embarrassed. I see Miki there.

SORRY.

I wake up.