Another Dream

Last night, I had another one of those weird dreams that had me half in Brooklyn and half here in NEPA. Good news is this time it did not feature any sort of current "crush" but rather a blend of old and new friends. So, here goes:

I was sitting in the living room of my old house in Gerritsen Beach, where I had lived from around age 7 through age 16. It was the middle of the day, a summer day to be exact, and I was there with three of my friends from the U of Scranton, oddly enough the three whose blogs I follow: zcrescendo, iepoch, and lunaticraft. We were all sitting and enjoying a nice drink or watching TV or something. That part is fading. Anyway, the three of them kept having a conversation about how successful, perfect, Godly, and remarkable Barack Obama is. Anyone who knows me knows that is not what I think, but I digress as that is for a different time and place. I kept arguing with all of their points (which, basically, are points taken directly from NBC and their outward affectiveness towards our President) and getting really frustrated. That compounded when zcrescendo suddenly went from wearing a "University of Scranton" hoodie to wearing a "Barack is my homedog" hoodie. I don't know.

Anyway, finally I got so annoyed with the entire conversation that I decided to leave my house. What was interesting about when I walked outside is that it was exactly the Bevy Court I left a few short years ago. I walked down the block past the old loud big dogs at the Gilgan house and around the corner to where my best bud Shawn lives. He was outside with Kerry and Danielle, both of whom I could never say enough about. They were playing basketball, which is basically what we would always do. So, I joined them and I lamented about my Barack-problems and we shot some hoops for a while.

After the game of basketball, I realize that it is the first day of school and that I am going to be late for class. Where is school? Well, the University of Scranton, of course. So I jet home, say good-bye to lunaticraft, zcrescendo, and iepoch, and walk outside to my car to drive off to school. As I am driving, it was very realistic. I took the same directions as I would to get to school anyway. Made a left at the corner, went two blocks and made a right, then went two blocks and made a left, and finally drove forever on what was PA-307. The only difference was that all of the streets reminded me of city blocks that I had lived on. My block was Bevy Court; the second block was Allen Avenue; the third block was Plumb 2nd Street; PA-307 was Gerritsen Avenue.

Then, as if it couldn't get any weirder, I decided I was hungry and needed to go to Kings Plaza, the mall by my old Brooklyn house, for some food. This is synonymous with the fact that I go to the mall by my job every day for lunch. So, after getting food, I return to my car in the parking garage to not be able to find it. I walk around and start blasting the Toyota "Panic" button, only to have the blaring car horn transform into my blaring alarm clock (back in the reality that is awake) reminding me that I need to go to class.

However, in the words of Billy Mays, "But wait, there's more!" I decided that it was early enough to warrant pressing the snooze button and going back to relax for ten minutes. I fall back to sleep, however, to find myself still in the parking lot of Kings Plaza looking for my car. Again, I have no luck finding it and start to panic that I will be late for class. Again, I press the "Panic" button and the blaring car horn again turns into my blaring alarm clock. The dream ends there.

So, what do you all think of my crazy mind?