When I am on vacation and not getting up to an alarm clock I tend to remember my dreams much more than I normallly do.  The night before last I dreamed I was back in the D.U.S. (Drama Undergraduate Society) lounge with people I knew back then, discussing the tragedy of raising membership fees to pay for the representatives to go on some unnecessary trip where it was presumed they were all hooking up instead of working.  Hilarious.  The only part of this that was inaccurate to the past was the part where I was bothering to discuss it.  Although this kind of thing happened all the time I was too apathetic for it to upset me.  In reality I would have cracked jokes about it and shrugged.

Last night I dreamed I was in the hospital awaiting surgery.  I had to get from my hospital room to the surgery room on my own, for some reason, rather than being taken there on a gurney.  The problem was that I couldn't seem to find my way and every time I was late showing up, my important surgery was put off and rescheduled for another day.  It was starting to look like I was going to end up living the rest of my life in the hospital (a bit like Tom Hanks stuck in the airport in The Terminal) and my biggest frustration here was not that I was missing my life or not receving some kind of medical procedure I allegedly needed, but that I wanted to drink a beer and couldn't because I was perpetually awaiting surgery.  Dreams are so weird.  I love remembering them.



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