The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

My first night after trying out vitamin B6, though I think I took it at the wrong time, at about 8pm, at least 5 hours before I actually went to bed. Seems like it worked pretty well though, as I remembered 3 dreams pretty clearly. The first was exceptionally vivid.

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15/4/12
VITAMIN B6

I'm sitting in someone's uni kitchen, with a large group of friends, all with covers watching a film and talking. A girl a few flats from me comes in, and I offer her the space next to me on the sofa, as I've started to like her quite a bit.

Within minutes, she starts to touch my leg at exactly the same time as I start to touch hers. She starts to talk about seeing people she 'likes' in dreams, though whispering the majority to me. For some reason, I tell her I don't see people I like in my dreams because they intimidate me...

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I'm playing Saints Row 2 in first person, driving relatively safely with a flatmate of mine, on the way to a mission. He mocks my driving to which I reply

"Just in case we get a driving level, I like this car"
"Do you?" he asks
"Yeah!"

In the heat of the discussion, I accidentally drive into an activity activator [which fans of the game will know stops the car dead]. Unlikely in the game, however, this causes me to shoot through the windscreen. Unharmed, but disgruntled, I get back in the car, shouting

"Why the fuck does it do that?!"

As part of the activity, we gain one star of police notoriety, and helicopters arrive. I can't be bothered with this right now, so I exit the activity from a drop-down menu that appears in front of me.

We set off, now driving a Bear, but a bug causes a rogue police car to chase and shoot a nearby innocent driver. More cars get involved, and we all drive through a rocky tunnel to a dead end. I get out, letting the police and innocent drivers sort it out between themselves.

I proceed to slip through a crack in the wall to the starts of the mission, where I find a gangster with a shit-load of futuristic equipment. A woman asks me if I've just come from Guildford [a town near where I live] like most of the other people here, for a girls birthday. A girl named Georgie C. My blood boils at hearing that name, and it takes all the strength I have to ask the woman how she knows her [checking they're not related or friends] before I describe how much I loathe that girl. She's a bitch basically, and gave my sister a really hard time a few years ago.

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I'm given a few questions on paper, which turn into a huge maths problem. I start to write out all the information given so that I can try to solve it, but it soon begins to seem like it's unanswerable.

"Fuck that!" I think, and turn over in bed, ending the dream.