Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Tuesday 12 April 2016

Could only remember one dream today, the first dream of the day, and I'm pretty sure it's not in it's entirety. Kinda reluctant to post it, but it's been a bit since my last entry online, so what the hey.

Dream 1 - Bad News for a Delivery Guy

The visuals were dim and slightly blurred. I was entering an unknown apartment room, the poor lighting indicating dusk. It was kinda a mess, though the decorations and furniture seemed otherwise decent enough. My brother, Sebastian, was accompanying me.

Soon, I interacted with two figures inside. One was Sam, an old friend of mine, who hasn't changed since I last saw him many years ago. The other was an unknown, tanned skinned, dark haired Caribbean Hispanic woman, slightly fat, plain looking, and wearing a sundress. They've given me charge of a small, metal box, which I was to deliver. A look inside revealed a large portion of marijuana, already rolled up inside cigar paper. The woman promised me one of these joints (in addition to payment, I believe) should I complete the task. I accepted, though revealed nothing of how I wasn't interested in such things. My brother and I then left.

We were passing through a sidewalk by a shopping plaza, the car lots mostly empty, all under a dawn sky. I've apparently owned a white truck, class 6, much like a movers' truck.

Then, I recieved a call from an unknown, dark cased phone. On the other line was mom, who was sobbing and could barely speak. At that, I immediately felt glum; I knew exactly what she was going to say. Not willing to talk about it here. I began to wonder how such a terrible thing could happen so suddenly. That's when I realized the dream state, though I was much too embittered and enraged to think clearly.

"What the hell is this shit?!", I yell at my unconscious self. "I didn't need this!"

I wake up immediately afterwards in less than good spirits.