Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Wednesday, June 15th

II. “We Know Each Other”

Yet another party dream, at a house that I do not believe exists. I am decently sure that my parents are sleeping upstairs as this goes on, and at certain points I become concerned about the level of noise and the amount of people – evidently it’s a party I’m running in a house that I live in.

I do not remember the chronology, but I can go by location. Out on the porch there was a joint passed to me that a few other people had been smoking, and later on I have one of my own that I return the favor with by passing back to them (a small group of girls that I think exist physically). At another point I become upset, specifically I think at Sean, about the amount of beer cans that are strewn about the porch floor. I begin picking them up and throwing them away, emptying out the soldiers. I have thoughts about abandoning the party and going to bed as I often do when faced with these situations.

Inside: I walk into a room and see K.G on the couch. We recognize each other and I give him a hug, genuinely glad to see him. After that I see E.H sitting on another seat and he is glad to see me too. He tells me I have a cool alarm clock in my room, and motions to a nearby downstairs bedroom. I tell him it is actually S.B's room and intuitively know this – also a picture of the alarm clock that S.B owns (in the dream, not physically) appears in my head. It is tall and cylindrical and the time scrolls across it. As he begins talking to me more he starts to shake nervously, as does another person, identity now forgotten, sitting to his left. Somebody I do not recognize walks by laughing and comments on how funny it is watching us attempt to communicate.

I am sure this is the last thing to happen in this part of the dream – a large group of girls walks past me, consisting I believe of some girls from my high school, the type I could not stand. Their tans are unnaturally dark and their voices high and obnoxious. After that I run into M.C.C and a blond girl who I don’t believe exists but in the dream I know is named Emily. I go to give M.C.C a hug but she seems nervous. I say to her reassuringly “We know each other.” She leaves quickly. "Emily", however, proceeds to tell me that she loves me, we are soulmates, etc and at this point I am incredulous and the scene begins dissolving.

Thinking I have woken up, I begin thinking about writing this dream down. However it is a false awakening and I am in another unknown place. I believe the walls are all glass windows. I finally decide, for some reason, to write on something that looks like S.B's couch/beirut table. Noticing that it’s too big, I decide to break it down. I’m suddenly outside and it’s stilted on either end, the middle over open air. I hit it with something to break it in half. It does, but I look over and I believe Z.A is looking at me disapprovingly; I am doing this in an unsafe way. I keep taking the halves and trying to break them down the middle again and as I’m doing this the form of the object continually changes. By the time he comes over and starts telling me how to do it I am looking at a hollow green thin plastic piano. I wake up right around here.