I have been having very strange, vivid dreams, and I don't know why. For a long time now, I haven't remembered my dreams much. I know they are there--maybe I've just been overtired.
Since I got a little sleep this weekend, perhaps I'm remembering my dreams again because I got some good REM sleep. Oh, bollocks. I have no idea what I'm saying.
Dream 1: I was in Paris for some sort of conference. It wasn't for my current job--it was for another business thing I do, which was not clear in the dream. The buildings and streets were all unknown to me in real life, and I remember saying to someone that I was in Paris. So I'm there, and I keep getting phone calls and emails and whatnot from my current job! People there kept sending me stuff to do! And I was mad, because I was about to have hot sex with...someone who shall remain nameless, as I don't want to hear it from you pervs.
Dream 2: I was in some strange school cafeteria, with children. I had them line up, and they would sprint from one end of the cafeteria to the other. I would time them, and they could never quite get there. At one point, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I had a blonde moustache and beard.
Dream 3: ...I have forgotten it. Damn. And I got up at 6am today, like on a regular work day. Coincidence?
Okay, let the interpretation begin:
Dream 1: Paris=vacation? Being somewhere else? I was also doing a different job. I was changing my direction. But the folks at my current work kept bugging me. My current work bugs me. It holds me back from the good life in Paris. Like having hot sex with...an actor. No, no, no...it holds me back from doing what I truly want to do. And I know this, and try to move forward in my life, but I still allow it to affect me because I kept answering their phone calls and emails. Hmm.
Dream 2: No matter what I do, those kids will only achieve as much as they want to, or are capable of. So I should just chill out before I grow a full beard.
Oh, it's all bollocks. Maybe dreams don't mean anything--they are just the brain processing the day's events. But these weren't the day's events---they were strange and weird, and I remember having feelings that were quite powerful. I was powerfully annoyed.
Whaddyou guys think?