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Last weekend, I had a dream that has just seemed weirder and weirder the longer I think about it...I might as well share it with you, and maybe someone can shed some light on it.

I have a best friend--he and I spend whole weekends at a time together, usually. When I had an apartment in the city, he would come over and stay there for days when neither of us had to work (we're both freelance/contract artist-types, so this is usually doable for at least some period of time). Saturday night, I went out with my friend from college, A (not my best friend I mentioned earlier, who I will call D for all intents and purposes from this point forward). Since I'd moved out of the city, I hadn't actually gotten to see D in almost two weeks, and his presence was sorely missed--but, I was out on a Saturday night with this college friend, and not really thinking about him in any other capacity but, "Oh my GOD the stories I'm going to tell him about these people I met tonight."

A and I smoke a bowl, it's pretty good weed--the kind that makes you think you're really clever, if you know what I mean at all. Once home, I pass out on the couch--nothing out of the ordinary.

My dream, however, was...if only, because it was so very ordinary. In my dream, D and I are hanging out, and it's night time. We're doing what we always do when we hang out at night--going around, from house to house and bar to bar, just visiting with people. At some point in the dream, D even decides to pick up a substance from some guy he know's house, and I have to awkwardly sit in the living room with his roommates while he talks to some guy. It was all very, very normal for what I would find out to be a Sunday night.

I would find out that it's Sunday because, in my dream, D has now said that he had a "fucking crazy Saturday night." He kept repeating it, over and over. "Last night was crazy. It was fucking crazy for a Saturday." Stuff like that. What's odd, is that in a dream, phrases repeat over and over again and you normalize it. Things flit in and out of realistic, and you don't realize, you just rationalize it at the time, because you don't know it's a dream. But, at the time, I remember thinking, "that's odd, he's repeating that a lot. I get it, dude, it was fucking crazy."

And he kept repeating stuff about a wedding. Wedding. This wedding should have been planned. I didn't know what he meant at the time, it sounded like he was talking to me through a phone--all of a sudden, he was talking to me through a phone, in the dream. It was like, blacking out while drinking. And at the time, I was drinking. Because, remember, dream-me was partying with my best friend. It was exactly how you lose time in real-life--suddenly, you're somewhere else, doing something else, and it's not weird at all, because you were actually conscious that whole time, you just don't really remember it now. It wasn't like a dream-skip, it was a drink-skip...dream-me had reasoned. I was talking to D through the phone, as he said to me how he "started a new contract in the morning" (he's a P.A. in the film industry). I told him to come pick me up, because I needed to come home, and said he couldn't and he'd catch up with me later...but, "don't forget, my Saturday was fucking crazy." Yeah, okay.

And just like that, D was no longer in my dream. It was seriously exactly how your drunken night out might go--lose contact with your friend, and don't see him again. I decided to just keep walking through the landscape of my town at night, in my dream. Everything beyond this point got really specific, and I would interpret it to be normal dream-stuff that told me something about my life as it stands at this point...but one other detail would stand out. Dream-me ran into a long-haired British guy, with a really cute smile. I told him in the dream that his accent was "really charming." He thanked me, with a laugh. It's odd that anyone interesting from another country would live in my city, since we're not really a mecca of activity, but I did not question why he was there, sitting on a porch in the dream landscape of an up-and-coming neighborhood in our town. He looked at me and said something about how one of my friends had added him on Facebook, so I should easily be able to find him. Following that, he marveled at how it was "so easy for the guy to find me, yeah?" and "you wouldn't believe the bother it is to add people from another country on Facebook. If you have mutual friends, sure it's doable, but Jesus it's difficult finding someone from another country on Facebook when you've no mutual friends."

Waking up gave me great pause. While I glean wisdom from dreams often, this was an odd one. Why would I know anything about adding people from Europe on Facebook? I have a few friends from other countries on Facebook, but we do have a lot of mutual friends. I had never really thought about it but, yeah, I guess it would be a pain to find someone from another country on Facebook.

This brought the whole hangout with D back. In my real life, it was now Sunday morning. In my dream, we were hanging out on Sunday night...but, he would talk about Saturday night being crazy, and about "starting a new job in the morning". I had no real indication of time of importance, or anything at all...but I thought to myself, I'd better call D.

If you've had a dream about a friend, it usually merits a phone call to your friend to tell them about how fucking wacky it is--but, D knows I have wacky dreams. The reason I called him at all, was because it was frightfully normal. Weed has given me vivid dreams, but this particular incident was some downright crazy normalcy. Just a dream where I walked around the city at night with my best friend, then he went home for work in the morning. I stayed out, now I woke up. I told him the details, and made a point of bringing up how he made a point of saying how "fucking crazy his Saturday night was"

There was a long pause. He laughed, "you must have been supposed to call me, because last night was fucking crazy."

He starts off into this long tirade about DJ'ing a party, how he went somewhere with his one friend to assist at a reception. He's droning on about some details that I, honestly as I feel like a terrible friend to admit, tuned out until I hear him say this wedding should have been planned, and I had to talk to the wedding planner! Why would I have to do that?"

Back up. "Did you just say wedding planner?"

Everything clicked. His Saturday was fucking crazy, he was telling me how fucking crazy Saturday night was, and now D's in-dream rambling about wedding and wedding planning made sense--in the real world, he had to deal with a wedding planner on a wedding he wasn't even supposed to be DJ'ing in the first place. He tagged along to help a friend, and ended up having a wacky night...but why was that even included in my dream? How did I know that ahead of time?

So I ask what he's doing, maybe we can hang out?

"I can't, I'm on a new contract today. Standing in my new office. It's weird, I wanted to call you, because this is honestly terrifying--I've never had an office before. I'm really glad you did first."

This dream led to us talking on the phone for like two hours while he set up his new office--we hadn't been out of contact for that long before, so it was odd that we went two weeks-ish without talking...and now this conversation was off and running. D called me his "cosmic buddy" for the rest of the day. (lol)

...So, /r/GlitchInTheMatrix, I have no idea what to make of any of this. It's almost like we hung out in an alternate dimension where his contract started on Monday instead of Sunday, or where the time I spent sleeping--since I got home at 2am, would have been us hanging out in the city instead, in the wee-hours of Sunday morning. Why did I know he had a crazy Saturday and went to a wedding? I wasn't on his Facebook, I saw no mention of it. When he and I discussed it, he said it was super-last minute and he hadn't planned it.

Does this mean I'm destined to meet a random British dude with a charming accent who will rant at me about Facebook? Time will tell.

TLDR: I dreamed that my best friend and I just had a normal hangout, where he told me about his Saturday night, mentioned a wedding planner, and his new job contract. Woke up and called him--those three things turned out to have actually happened, and I have no idea how I managed to know about it without talking to him. It freaked him out a lot (in a good way) and led to us finally having a long phone conversation to catch up.

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