Damn that would sketch me out too!
More weird dreams last night. This thread has become multi-purposed as a dream journal for me, heh.
In this dream, I was in my hometown with my bass player friend, R, we were there for a show his band was putting on, and he was telling me about how we should have a hotel party that night and I should invite my friends. I was like, yeah that would be awesome! So I invited my best friend from childhood, B, who was visiting from where he lives now at the same time, and one of my other old friends, J, who actually lives in Florida now but in the dream still lived in our hometown. But then my friend B was like, hey, you should come to my parents' house, and have the party there, we upgraded the deck and got a new pool and a huge hot tub. So I spent some time convincing R and J to come to B's house instead of the hotel (for some reason this took quite a lot of time and effort, they were very resistant). Eventually everyone was on board, and I was so excited because B and R haven't met but I think they would be fast friends, they're both hilarious dudes in a similar way, I am convinced a social gathering with both of them would be among the most fun ever. In the dream, R and J had already met, though in real life that's not true.
Well, then I woke up. I mean I didn't really, I was still sleeping, but I thought I had woken up. I was at B's house, and I was like, whoa, I had an intense dream that we were going to have a party here with R and J. He told me that would be awesome, and I should arrange it. It was a bit of a bummer because I had spent a good amount of time organizing and convincing them to come in my "dream", but I went ahead and called them up and did it again. I remember checking out B's pool/hot tub, I grew up playing in his pool and they had built the deck out to gargantuan and awesome proportions and the pool was actually much larger and moved, and the area where the pool used to be, the same size, was a massive hot tub, it was so bad ass. Anyway, in mid-conversation with B, after organizing the party again and being excited, I woke up again. Except I was still dreaming, but again thought I had really woken up, but I also remembered each dream layer still (each layer got more lucid than the last too). I was a little frustrated, but believed I was really awake this time. I was at B's house again, except this time, it was a cold, gray day with a very dark overtone to it, and all around, littering the streets and yards, were dead bodies, as if there had been a battle. Our task (ours alone it seemed) was to go around and bag up the bodies. It was grisly work, many of them were decomposing significantly, but for some reason you could never tell until you went to bag them, and then you'd end up with nasty goo and horrible smells. It was really pretty terrible, although the emotional impact of it was blunted in that dream-like way, it wasn't a nightmare by any means. Meanwhile, I'm simultaneously trying to organize this party again. B seemed to have no problem with the bodies, it seemed routine to him like this happened every day, but it was hard for me. He noticed, and then we had this big talk that felt really therapeutic about my "problem" with dead bodies. I was like, man, it just creeps me out, I hate it. I hate the smells, it's disgusting, plus I feel like I just don't want to be around dead bodies. Then we talked through it like we were discussing some sort of inappropriate neurosis of mine, like a therapy session. Afterwards I felt like we had made "progress" and I could hopefully one day stop being disturbed by dead bodies.
Then I actually woke up.
Brains are fucking weird!