I think I've mentioned before that the dreams I hate the most are the realistic ones.
They're never nice. I wouldn't exactly call them nightmares, but they're bad.
This one was no exception. And it just kind of recurred all night.
In the first one, I was in some kind of minimum or medium security prison with dorms, and I was going through some property they had allowed me to bring in, and I found contraband in the form of keys and money that I was going to have to go tell the guards had slipped through. In the dream, it was established that I had been sentenced for a year for some unknown offense. I eventually worked out that I had killed someone, but I'm really not sure who.
Anyway, in that first dream, I got mad because I was going to miss the ongoing game of D&D that I'm playing at the Westside Queer Resource Center, and so I became aware enough of the dream to take partial control and switch it to house arrest. They released me from the prison and sent me home with a smart ankle monitor programmed with a GPS list of places I was allowed to go.
I woke up from that one (and this is why I hate realistic dreams), convinced it had happened. Before I could wake up fully, I was asleep again, and Mom and I were trying to figure out how we were going to take care of the rental properties 13 miles away from the house if I had an ankle monitor. There was a red box of various markers that had some significance, but I don't recall what. They definitely had something to do with the house arrest.
Literally just that for the rest of the night, over and over.
This one was no exception. And it just kind of recurred all night.
In the first one, I was in some kind of minimum or medium security prison with dorms, and I was going through some property they had allowed me to bring in, and I found contraband in the form of keys and money that I was going to have to go tell the guards had slipped through. In the dream, it was established that I had been sentenced for a year for some unknown offense. I eventually worked out that I had killed someone, but I'm really not sure who.
Anyway, in that first dream, I got mad because I was going to miss the ongoing game of D&D that I'm playing at the Westside Queer Resource Center, and so I became aware enough of the dream to take partial control and switch it to house arrest. They released me from the prison and sent me home with a smart ankle monitor programmed with a GPS list of places I was allowed to go.
I woke up from that one (and this is why I hate realistic dreams), convinced it had happened. Before I could wake up fully, I was asleep again, and Mom and I were trying to figure out how we were going to take care of the rental properties 13 miles away from the house if I had an ankle monitor. There was a red box of various markers that had some significance, but I don't recall what. They definitely had something to do with the house arrest.
Literally just that for the rest of the night, over and over.
46-50, M
