• Bullet Point Ballet

I wrote this within a few minutes of waking up. Discrepencies in tone and tense are preserved as I think they’re important parts of the dream description.

First, I’m a sniper. I think this bit was lucid - there were allusions and indications that I was in a video game, despite the utter reality of appearances. The subtle awareness that I’m actually in a game is, I think, my semiconscious brain’s interpretation of the lucid dream’s certainty that I’m not in any actual danger.

Then i’m at a mall with friends. They know my coworker who I say loves me - they correct me and say she hates me. I am unpurturbed.

Still at the mall. I’m with a male friend of mine who makes major overtures to suggest that he is interested in me sexually. He even makes out with me but I decline and later tell my mom that x might be bi. Mom is unpurturbed.

We go to old navy. Mom buys me a lot of clothes and then fills out a credit card for me with a 10k limit. We go to leave and are now joined by a married couple who lives near us. The woman is very attractive to me and we flirt. On the way home my mother drops two dresses. The woman and I and my brother agree to go look for them.

The woman makes overtures to me and I find myself entertaining her suggestion that she has an affair with me. She says her husband cheated on her so it’s only fair.

In looking for the dresses we drop her back off at her home so he can tell her husband what we’re doing. He insists on coming with us, and she is angered by this and berates him for the rest of the dream.

On the way while looking for the dresses we get pulled into a miniature tank convoy reenactment and flower arrangement contest. We win because I wrote the essay portion and blew everybody else out of the water.

We never have the affair and I never found my mother’s dresses. Not included in the main narrative are other small adventures, like escorting our old Newfie, Rosie, across a busy street and the harried, anxious run through a mall that my parents own.