Tequila/Monk

A girl named George

February 19, 2015

In a night of mostly bizarre dreams, I caught up with two old friends in the last dream. A friend of mine was driving down the road and we saw two objects shot down from the evening sky. The first object looked like a flying bus, and after it was shot it crashed somewhere behind us. The second object was square and very thin, with what looked like a glass bubble in the middle. After it was shot we watched as smoke came from it. It didn’t crash immediately, but it looked like it was losing altitude very fast.

For some reason the person driving my car ignored those things and went a little further down the road, then pulled into a place on the left side of the road. There we ran into Ann, a friend of mine from high school. I just said a polite “Hello” to her and didn’t plan to say much, but she asked if we wanted to go to some sort of Brie tasting party. Even in my uncontrollable sleep I know I don’t like Brie, or at least I’ve never had any that I like, so I wasn’t too thrilled about that idea.

But then I turned around and ran into George, a nice, pretty woman with brown hair. I only know George from my dreams, and even then I only see her once every year or two, but she’s one of those people you meet in life who you “click” with right away. As soon as I saw her she said something like, “How about that Brie?”, and smiled knowingly and sarcastically. But then she said a few of our friends would be there, and it might be fun for that. (I don’t remember their names now, but I think one was Andre.)

I barely had time to say hello to her, and then as I was trying to remember these other people I started to wake up. As I did I said, “No, no, no, let me stay, let me stay,” but it was too late. I woke up and I was wide awake. There would be no going back to sleep, and it was about twenty minutes before the alarm was set to go off, so I just got up.

If you had asked me before the dream whether I would have rather seen Ann or a girl named George, I would have answered, “Ann, of course,” because I really like her in high school, and I also would have had no idea who George was. But when the dream ended, George was the one I was upset about being pulled away from.

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