Sometimes I really enjoy dreams, even if they wake me up, because they can be so entertaining. Eighty percent of my dreams take place in Chicago. Not real Chicago, but a bizarro world Chicago. The Kennedy expressway, where it winds through downtown, becomes a wild multi-level highway with abandoned streets and ramps below the main road. The north side where I used to live is a pleasant residential neighborhood, until you get too far off towards the west, then it becomes a stark dangerous place full of damp viaducts. 
The remaining twenty percent of my dreams take place in bizarro Tinley Park, circa 1965, and a very few are set in bizarro Wilton Manors. I’m not sure why my subconscious is obsessed with Chicago, but It may be an omen that some day I may move back after global warming floods Florida and makes Chicago warm enough to actually enjoy.
This morning I woke up from a crazy, yet entertaining dream. In it I had to move out of my house here in Florida, and move in to my girl friends apartment in Chicago. In this dream I arrive at her place and have to take an elevator, with no lights in it, to the third floor of what later turns out to be a third floor walk-up. Once in her apartment, I give her a big hug and realize that she is so fat I can’t even get my arms around her. Then I sit down on the sofa, which is my grandma Webb's old sofa, and wonder how to get out of this situation. I then decide to go to the corner store and get cigarettes, and after that just not come back. Then, poof, I’m outside Wrigley Field, at which point I wake up.
So what is going on here? Where is Mark? Why am I going to live with a fat girl when I don’t even like girls? Do I really still crave cigarettes after quitting for twenty five years? Why did grandma Webb’s sofa make an appearance after I got rid of it over twenty years ago?
Geez, I really like dreams like that, sleep would be so boring without them.
You aren't dreaming...you've just been Hip-Moe-Tized by the Twilight Zone. You actually do live with a fat girl, smoke cigarettes, and live in Chicago. You're just dreaming that you live in Florida with a thin black man, and haven't smoked in 25 years. Gee, that is like, a completely opposite life style. hmmmm. do-do-do-do do-do-do-do (twilight zone tune) hehe :-)
ReplyDeleteI too have really "@#%-ed up" dreams sometimes. I attribute many of mine to my anti-schizophrenic medication. I may not have episodes while awake now, but the dreams are really scary bizarre sometimes. Sounds like you have some unfinished issues!!!
ReplyDeleteYou hit the nail on the head. I too enjoy my wild dreams. I think it has something to do with our lifestyles in the 1970's. You know.
ReplyDeleteDreams to me are just entertainment while we sleep. Don't be scared.
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