Oh this could be interesting. This is the dream I woke up from this morning. I started writing this post almost immediately thereafter. Enjoy.
There I am, well, that younger version of me that I still am in my head due to the disconnect in my body & mind that I’ve mentioned before. But anyway, there’s my 17-ish year old inner-self, and… Wicked Ortega, and a girl… she’s fictional, I think. But she’s very familiar to me for some reason, though I can’t quite place her. Perhaps she’s from a different dream (I want to say from the “Matt’s Magic Arcade” one if that be the case), or perhaps an amalgamation of real people. Let’s call her dreamgirl, for the sake of giving her a name. Anyway, there we are, I guess we were trading cards or something. In what appeared to be the middle of nowhere?
Things seem to be going whatever qualifies as normally I guess, when who should show up but @neilhimself… Yeah, Neil Gaiman is in this dream. And apparently he is an alien. What a world. He wanted to take us… somewhere. I’m not sure where exactly, but it sounded like the extent of it is that he wanted to teach us how to be great salespeople… um, okay? I dunno if it’s Alien Neil’s homeworld or just some intergalactic conference, but anyway, even the space case that is me seemed to become a little dubious once Alfredo and dreamgirl show their misgivings.
Dreamgirl, who’s about the same age as my inner-self I think, really didn’t trust Alien Neil and left. Then Neil jets too, but left Wicked & me this cheesy ’50s B-movie flying saucer thing to follow him to wherever he went. Reluctantly we get in and the thing takes off by by itself. I thought we were leaving the planet now, but nope, it was just taking us to another part of the world. I don’t think the saucer was deep-space worthy anyway, the door didn’t want to shut as it was taking off.
On the flight, which at the speed it was going, must’ve taken us at least halfway around the world from whatever field we were in, I was nervously going through a smallish stack of baseball cards I think I received from Alien Neil Gaiman. I think we all received a stack, but yeah, baseball cards made a small cameo. I don’t know what cards where there exactly (I want to say there was some crazy early 2000s stuff though, judging by the thick cardstock), but I do know there were two UD Masterpieces cards that I put on the top & bottom of the stack because they have no gloss.
Right, so we finally landed, though I’m sure exactly how long it took. It seemed to be here, this city I live, but it was… much more expansive. There were skyscapers downtown and there was an ever-so-vague near future vibe. Neil was there, and somehow dreamgirl showed up shortly after, despite us seemingly making a long trip at supersonic speeds. I guess since we were all up in those skyscrapers (the saucer landed on one), Alien Neil Gaiman gave us flying, Silver Surfer-style surfboards and goes off to get ready to go I assume, while we messed around on the flying surfboards and considered going with him.
Finally, we were sitting around a table discussing going with Alien Neil. Dreamgirl was still way mistrusting. Wicked seemed cautiously curious. After I woke up but was still kinda in the dream, he mentioned being sorta tied to earth because he has a family. And me, I was making peace with the fact that it could go horribly wrong (something about a quote about wanting to see the stars, but not necessarily being welcome when you get there), but I didn’t have anything to lose, nothing much to stay for (though for what it’s worth, Ms. L, I did admit a few people might miss me). I was pondering all the terrible things that could happen to me if I went, and rationalizing that while they might be painful ways to go, they’d all be quick at least.
Unfortunately, I woke up before we could get any further. I wasn’t sure if The Don was going, but I had convinced myself to go (not that it took that much). It looked like dreamgirl might end up very begrudgingly going if I went, because apparently I am a bumbling idiot that needs someone to keep me from doing stupid sh*t or something. I dunno, but there’s some degree of reality in that thought, even if it’s just my own lack of self-confidence talking.
So yeah, there ya go. Feel free to analyze away.
Maybe generic Honey Bunches of Oats right before sleep isn’t the best idea…