Dream Journal

I only remember disjointed pieces of my dreams so I will do my best on this.
I remember Vee and I were in her mom's kitchen waiting for her. It felt like a sound stage for a TV show, because the kitchen was lit but everything outside the kitchen, like the living room and dining room were in such dark shadow it was as if they weren't actually there. Vee and I were eating left overs and were waiting for her mom to get home from a party. The colors were vivid. Vee's mom walked in wearing a blue out fit with a blue bandana. She looked as though she was our age. She came in laughing and teased us for eating her food.

The dream somehow transitioned to me being at some sort of hardware store with Vee and her step-dad, Steve. I was having serious anxiety and my chest hurt really bad. It actually felt pretty real. This part of the dream was in black and white, but nothing was truely black, just grey. The building didn't seem real and it was like the checkout lines were in the middle of some vast, grey space. I could see the road we needed to take when we left. It was floating in the grey space as if it was hanging low in the sky, but there was no ground. I tripped over some tires during my anxiety attack, but nobody cared, they just walked around me. I think I was heading to the bathroom to splash water in my face. I don't recall much after that.

The last part of my dream took place in some makeshift comedy club. It really felt like we just built a fort and called it a comedy club. There were some people I thought I knew in my dream that were made up by my brain. we made a camp fire in the middle of the floor and we were getting all philosophical even though it was the middle of the day. The guy tending the fire was named Jason. I explained to him that I thought it was interesting the we know many people with the same names, but when the name is applied to a particular person, it takes on a different characteristic in my mind. The word Jason felt different to me when I thought of this friend, instead of my cousin of the same name. I told him that although I had a cousin named Jason, I thought of him first whenever I heard the name. My comedian friend had been standing in the door way listening and he said that whenever he heard the name Ryan he thought of me first, even though his own name was Ryan. In my dream I felt flattered. Suddenly there was a congregation of people in the club for a meeting. The host of the club was a big Hawaiian guy with a short cut beard. He told us that he was disappointed in the reality show he was working on, because it was supposed to be about comedians, but it had some "so called" comedians like Tracy Ullman. I thought she seemed cool, but I went along with his attitude in antagonizing her and said, "Yeah, it's like they just threw her in as a foil." He didn't hear me say "foil" and thought I didn't finish my sentence out of disgust, so he laughed and agreed.

That is when I woke suddenly at 2:30 AM. Interestingly, Vee had just woken up too. I don't know when woke us up, but neither of us could get back to sleep, so I came in here to write this blog.