My dreams the past few nights have been numerous, long and insanely detailed, so I think I'll just post a couple at a time until I get caught up...
Oct 8-9, 2019: "Festival Freakout"
(When I was about 18 years old, I went through a serious spiritual crisis that lasted a couple more years. I was constantly questioning my faith/beliefs and terrified of making the wrong choice. My best friend at the time spent countless hours dealing with me, and he's the one mentioned in this dream.)
I went to some kind of outdoor festival with my old buddy and his date (a girl from high school that he liked in real life). We had supposedly been there before when we were about 18, and I started having stong deja vu/flashbacks from that time. We entered an office-type building and a woman was levitating off the floor, apparently through some sort of witchcraft or black magic. I started to freak out and told him that everything felt very evil and wrong to me. We all sat at a picnic table outside and they were supposed to see a movie at the theater in a nearby building, but he told her that he had to look after me instead. He seemed really annoyed about it and I felt terrible for ruining his date. I kept on telling him that I was fine but he didn't believe me.
Somehow I ended up walking through the fairgrounds with her instead. We went inside a small eatery and she started flirting with me. I enjoyed it somewhat but tried to resist because I knew how much he liked her. On my arm I saw what looked like a half dollar-sized melanoma, which obviously frightened me a great deal. (The dream must have turned lucid for just a moment, because I remember wondering if my body was trying to tell me that there was something wrong with it in real life.) She and I then volunteered at this outdoor farm/barnyard-looking area, dumping out huge bags of cocaine that the South American government had apparenlty seized.
At some point my buddy joined us and we ended up at the Wallgreen's pharmacy near where I used to live with my ex. There were 4 kitties hanging out in the parking lot and I was worried about them being hit by cars. I had to give her a ride somewhere and "Babe" by Styx came on the radio. I did a drumroll on the steering wheel with my fingers and told her that I played. We ended up in my old bandmate's basement and she wanted me to play the drums for her, but I didn't feel right about it because I hadn't gotten permission to use them.
Oct 9-10, 2019: "Arcade Alcoholic/Slash & Duff"
I went to an old video game arcade from the 1980's and it felt as though I had actually stepped back in time. Everything looked exactly as it did back then, including the people. I saw this guy that I had supposedly known from back then. He looked young with 80's-style clothing and a blond mullet, but was supposed to be about 50 years old. He had apparently been a hardcore alcoholic who ended up with liver cirrhosis and wrote a book about it.
The arcade turned into the old machine shop where my dad used to work, and Slash from Guns 'n' Roses was working there. He was apparently going through heroin withdrawal and said that Duff McKagan was going to give him some kind of contraption to help with it, which I envisioned as something attached to a heavy-duty power cord with a plug that went up his nose.
I ended up going to get this thing from Duff, who was living nearby. When I got to his place, this thing was in a bunch of individually-wrapped pieces that I had to carry down a steep flight of stairs, and I was irritated because he didn't offer to help me. He also wanted me to bring a bunch of books downstairs for him, but I said that I'd have to come back for those.
Sweet Dreams!!!
Dreamflyer
