I was looking through the Sunday comics in the newspaper. I remember, in vivid detail, seeing a Beetle Bailey comic. I read each panel and it was so extremely bizarre that I woke myself up laughing. I actually recreated the dream-strip for my art blog, so rather than trying to describe it to you, I'll just show you what I saw:
.I went back to sleep and had another dream. This was in the wee hours of Sunday morning. I had plans to go for a long walk at the park and enjoy the nice fall weather when I got up. In my dream, I found myself visiting my parents' church (which looked totally different than it really does). When I "realized" I was there, I thought, "Hey! What happened to my plans to go walk this morning?!"
The sanctuary of the church was really large and circular in shape and had stadium seating. I sat on one of the rows near the back. A tall, pretty brunette girl, around my age, sat down directly behind me. I "recognized" having seen her in the lobby moments beforehand.
The service began and a man was singing a solo. Then the girl behind me went down and joined him. She sang, and I believe she also played an instrument, though my memory is a bit vague.
After the music, she returned to her seat and I complimented her on a job well done. Then she asked me about my music. I told her that, unfortunately, I don't sing or play anything. She seemed really offended and said, "Well you told me you played an instrument!" As I had no memory of having ever said any such thing, this attack confused me. I tried to explain to her that I was an artist, a cartoonist, and maybe she got that confused?
The rest of the dream consisted of me talking to this girl some more, and I think we got pretty flirtatious, but I don't remember any more details.
In one last dream I remember driving down a fairly rural road with beautiful fall foliage. There was a smallish bookstore just off the road. The outside of the building looked old, like it might have actually been abandoned and unoccupied. Once inside, however, it looked like a huge, modern bookstore, and the opposite end opened out into an entire mall.
I remember looking through books. I saw some young adult novels that looked like good stories, and also remember seeing a Stephen King section, and a display for the old Bone comics. Suddenly I got a text from Eric, which reminded me I was supposed to be on my way to meet him.
I tried texting him back, but suddenly my screen would only bring up pictures of Disney Princesses when I tried to open text messages. In real life Eric's phone is currently messed up and he can't send or receive texts. In the dream, this was my explanation for why my phone only pulled up random Disney pictures when I tried to contact him.
2 comments:
great description;
it was fun to read.
Thank you! I didn't know whether anyone ever even checked in here anymore.
The Beetle Bailey dream was especially weird and specific.
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