Has this ever happened to you?
I have a casual friend who I’ll call Sue. She’s a really cool girl, very open-minded and intelligent, and easy to talk to. She’s a reasonable, level-headed person though occasionally can be mindlessly silly. But all in all she’s a very smart, stable, capable fun person. A gasp pragmatic teenage girl. So here’s what happened.
One night, she was sitting beside the bed in the hotel room, talking to Catalyst. I was sitting on the bed (as was Catalyst) and talking to a fourth person, Friend #3. All in all, at that moment there were 2 separate conversations, but both of them were personal and more intimate than usual. Spending a weekend together had pulled us all a little closer, it seemed. Suddenly, Friend #3 and I stopped our conversation and turned to face Catalyst and Sue. To this day I can’t remember why exactly we turned around. Sue and Catalyst must have been discussing dreams. Because this is something along the lines of what I heard…
Sue: I can control my dreams.
Catalyst: -raises eyebrow- Really?
Sue: confidently Oh yes. Ever know that you’re dreaming, right before you wake up? And you’re able to change the outcome of your dream?
Me: -nod- Yeah
Sue: I can do that. Really well. -goes on to describe in detail how adept at manuvering in dreams she is-
Catalyst: -slowly and thoughtfully- Cool.
Sue: Yeah. I plan on like, when I turn 60, going into my dream world and never coming back again.
Catalyst: -surprised- Wha? Uh. Huh…
Sue: -giggles at surprise- Yeah.
I glanced at Friend # 3. What the hell?
She went on to describe her plan. I couldn’t believe it. Here was someone who I thought would blast anything supernatural as being superstitious and manmade, and she could control her dreams? Was going to cross into her “dream world” when she was tired of this one?
I’m exaggerating the weirdness of the whole thing, I’m sure, but it was so disconcerting to have someone who I thought I had pegged out as reliable turn so randomly odd on me. She has never since spoken about her dream-control, or anything else as out of the ordinary. She is still just Sue. But yet, sometimes when I look at her, I remember what she said, and I wonder what else she doesn’t talk about. I would have expected something like that out of the crazy Wiccan-experimentor identical twins, who were convinced dolls were alive and scratched them while they slept.
Mebbe I’m dumb. But it bothers me.