I have mentioned to people that I should blog about my dreams. I have made no progress on it though. The thing that makes is particularly hard is that my dreams tend to be muddled, make little sense in retrospect, and even when they kind of do, it is hard to describe. Take my dream last night for example. I was out of town with the whole Shackley clan. I think we were at Andy’s wedding or there for it in general, but I don’t think Andy or Kristin were ever in it and it was definitely in no place from STL that I visited in real life. Regardless, I specifically remember there being someone that kept wanting to talk to me, but I kept delaying calling them back for whatever reason. Also, during the course of the dream, there was a least one small car accident in a parking lot that I caused (I tend to have dreams where I cause a small car accident in a parking lot because the brakes fail).
The only two events that particularly stick out are that I ended up, for a short period caring for a kid, but rather than Emily or Katie, it was Benjamin Gerrald. I guess Susannah or Matt were somehow there too? I have no idea how this came to be. The end of it kind of sticks out too. I ended up leaving the wedding area and going toward this mall-like area. They were blowing up all these hot air balloons for some sort of flyover. At first it reminded me of when I used to see the balloons fly over in North Augusta, but I was not in the Augusta area. It turns out I was in France apparently though no one ever spoke French. I kind of wanted to take a balloon with Lori but I worried it would be too expensive. That said, I ended up going inside and they had this weird thing that was like a small platform suspended between two balloons that flew around the top of the mall. You were supposed to stand on the platform and hold both balloon strings and it would fly you around. It looked cool, but it cost $310 US! (or $370 if you were gay. I am seriously not making this part up. I just remember thinking “how would they know?” in the dream, and also thinking that the only reason I could come up with for the extra price is that some homophobic people would refuse to ride if they knew a gay person had ridden on it.) I ended up doing it though, and it sucked. I did not get on the platform right and spent the entire ride (which only lasted like 30 seconds apparently) trying to get into a good position. It was 0 fun. I went out and the others were there and was left pondering whether the real hot air balloon ride would have cost much more in actuality.