This is a new series I will be starting, I feel as though the select few who read this blog will be thoroughly entertained by the vast weirdness of my dreams. Recently my dreams have been off the wall crazy, I mean like virtually no logic in both the plot sense, as well as the physical sense. SO here we go…
(07/24/2016 dream) I’ve just entered deep sleep, the unconscious mind is unraveling, expressing whatever Freudian logic psychologists believe is true. The dream begins with me waking up from a short power-nap, which instantly is ironic, as I’m currently sleeping in reality. The first thing I do is check my phone, that’s probably my unconscious mind reinforcing my addiction to the handheld device. I have a text from my good friend Timothy, saying “I accidentally killed Bishoy”, another friend of mine. Now, most people would probably reply with a phone call especially concerning the circumstances. I on the underhand get out of bed in a hastily manner and immediately fall over. It’s almost as if I’m very hungover, and this is right when I see a tuxedo on the ground. Taking in the whole overarching situation, my subconscious concludes that this is the day following my brothers wedding and I’m heinously sleep deprived.
I throw on some clothes, and call Bishoy’s brother Pateer, who answers in an instant. The conversation goes like this:
“PATEER! Is everything OK?!”
“So I guess you heard, it’s unfortunate, but these things do happen…”
“Alright! I’m coming over with some bagels and coffee, be there in 30 minutes”
“You honestly don’t have to Ge0rge, I just need time”
“Pateer you and I are practically brothers, I insist”
Pateer hung up the phone following a “Fine”, which had a comical tone.
Now, if you know Pateer like I do, he lacks the empathetic attitude most of have, and this is concomitant his highly introverted social standing. SO, the response I got made sense, at least at the time, in this beehive of a mental state, which is further suppressed as this is a dream. So I drive quickly to my fathers deli, get the food (not much in dream time), fast forward through ten seconds of driving and I’m there at his house. Quickly grab the munchies, ring the doorbell and guess who opens the door:
Bishoy: “What’s up George!, Ohh breakfast!”
“YOU’RE ALIVE, WHAT THE HECK, BUT, TIMMY SAID, ****, ****”.
“WHERE IS PATEER?!!”
“Downstairs, what’s wrong?”
I dramatically ignore what he said, push him out of the way, and go to Pateers room, as what would happen in real life.
Now I enter his room, find him sobbing on his bed, cocooned in a blanket, listening and signing to Ariana Grande, who APPARENTLY had just passed away. Mind you AG is one of Pateer’s favorite artists, dont ask. Now I have the following mental dialogue:
“Ok, so this is coincidental, but that doesn’t explain Timmy’s text, I need to call him”
Call him, he answers…
“Hey George, how can I help you?”
(only Timmy would answer a phone call like this)
“What did you mean when you said you had accidentally “killed” Bishoy?!”
“Uhh, I used the Pikachu I named after him in a Gym Battle, unfortunately I don’t have anymore revive pellets”
I hung up the phone, looked at Bishoy who was giving me these crazy eyes, Pateer stopped sobbing once I walked in, left the room and got his bagel/coffee. I frustratingly go get a bagel and coffee. I don’t even explain the sweat running down my face.
Last dream frame: Me eating the bagel, sipping on coffee looking at Pateer in an Ariana Grande t-shirt, amidst this event induced depression. To end it off Bishoy says “Screw it, weirder things have happened”
WAKE UP, in a pool of unnecessary sweat.
ONLY I, would have a dream that tries to counter-troll me, and get me back for all the trolling I’ve done.
Song of the day:
Mildly Muddling 