Strikes me (for selfish reasons as I remember most of my dreams and like to tell people about them and see what they say) that a thread for reporting dreams is needed, and I haven’t been able to find one.
I am told the reason I remember my dreams so well is that I don’t sleep well, although I see no other signs of not getting enough sleep (I don’t feel drowsy and get about eleven hours a night). I have my doubts; I think I remember dreams well because I remember dreams well.
Okay, here is a dream I had last night:
Three witches are making their way along the curb of an American interstate highway at maybe 20 miles an hour (this is obviously inspired by a certain British author who wrote a lot about such witches but whose name escapes me and I’m too lazy to look it up).
The first one is a standard issue witch with long nose and black hat and robes on a broomstick floating maybe three feet above the ground. The second witch is fat and dressed the same and riding a mule with a big cat asleep on the mule’s backside. The third is riding a broomstick but is young and beautiful and dressed in pink silk.
Behind them is walking a broom (like from the Disney Fantasia episode where Mickey Mouse is the Sorcerer’s Apprentice) carrying a couple of empty water buckets. Attached to his back is a big sign, “We need water.”
As it so happens I have a backseat full of full water jugs, so I pull over and ask them if they would like some of my water. They are appreciative and two of my water jugs empty out and the buckets the broom was carrying fill up with water.
I then tell them I have plenty and they can have more if they want it, so the broom stick grows two more arms with two more buckets and they too fill up with water, and so on.
Then the head witch comes over to my car and says, “For your kindness we will grant you a boon: May you never thirst or lack for water.” Lo and behold the empty jugs in my backseat fill back up with water.
I ask (who wouldn’t) why they didn’t just fill up their own buckets directly, and the answer was, of course, “Oh, that wouldn’t be ethical.”
No doubt my mulling this over in my head this morning has cause me to make it’s telling smoother – it’s hard to tell about dreams with absolute accuracy – but this is basically what it was.
). A guy who was my supervisor came up, angry at me for being late, lazy, too casual and too mouthy grabbed me and took me into a conference room, where I was to be put up on charges for all of this. After a bit of movement and waiting, some superiors came in and asked him to go with them. A couple stayed behind and informed me that not only were any charges being dropped, but they will have never existed, and my supervisor was basically disappearing from my life.