I just got up from a nap, so pardons all around if this isn’t very coherent. I’m still a little dazed from the whole napping experience. It didn’t help that I had some of the craziest dreams ever. They were very surreal, but I think I was the closest to lucidity in these dreams than I’ve ever been before. In the first one I was talking to someone of a different faith and then I started making very sound explanations of why a just God would allow pain and suffering. It’s odd because I’ve always had a hard time explaining that on the fly before, but there I was, in the dream, coming up with stuff. The other one was much more strange and deserves a paragraph of its own.
I was at a really seedy dive bar with Willie Nelson, some random older woman, and my mom (I know this sounds like a joke, but bear with me). Some music started playing and Willie Nelson asked the other woman (not my mom) to dance. He wasn’t very good and after the song ended, he came back to the table very embarrassed and was ready to immediately leave. I convinced him to stay because, well, IT’S WILLIE NELSON and I love Willie. My mom then started complaining about the bar, saying stuff like “It’s too dirty” and “The music is horrible.” Frustrated that she would complain when I was getting to meet Willie Nelson, I told her that she was being pretentious and that if she thought she was better than the bar, the people in the bar, and the music, she should just leave. She then left. After she was gone, the older woman asked me what I meant when I said “portentous.” I told her that I didn’t say portentous, but pretentious. Regardless, I told her that a portent was a sign of things to come or a foreshadowing of future events and that portentous was an adjective form of portent meaning of or relating to constituting a portent. This is really odd because I can never remember what portentous means and here I was, in my dream, explaining it…and I gave the right explanation. Anyway, in the dream, my mom was instantly transported back and she and Willie Nelson both raised their hands to ask me more questions. That’s where the dream ended. If anyone’s an aspiring Freudian, please feel free to interpret my dreams…
I wonder if all of this relates to me playing waaaaay too much Super Mario RPG. I leave you all with a screenshot of that fine, fine game:
