I had a dream within a dream last night. And since this doesn't seem to happen much outside of movies starring Leonardo DiCaprio, I've decided to write about it.
So, I went to bed last night and dreamed I was a witch. A witch that was also going to bed, but this time in a flying car. I said goodnight to the person who was driving and curled up in the backseat. I began to dream, again.
I was with a friend I hadn't seen for a long time and her boyfriend in a hotel room. I was stealing the tiles from the wall since I believed they had some sort of magic property to them, and tiles with magical properties are worth a good deal of money if sold in the right market. Although, I'm not sure why we decided to stay in this hotel in the first place. It was a rundown room with peeling tan paint on the wall, ceiling, and floor. It had a strip of tiles running horizontally on the wall around the room, and had no furniture other than a nasty looking futon and a closet built into the wall. My friend announced she was tired of this place and was going, leaving me alone with her boyfriend in the hotel room. Suddenly, a loud bang shook the tan ceiling and a great chunk of plaster hit me on the head and I promptly died.
The next thing I knew, I was a ghost and having sex with my friend's boyfriend in the closet. Now, I use the term "having sex" loosely, since I'm pretty sure I remember we were both fully clothed at the time, and I, being a ghost, kept floating upwards and kept having to push myself down from the ceiling using the walls. Also, he kept talking about how much he hated all bodily fluids.
"Well, if you hate them that much, we probably shouldn't be doing this," I said.
Then I woke up. I was once again a witch in a flying car, and I felt extremely guilty for being the "other woman" - even if it was in a dream (within a dream.) We landed, and as I got out, I saw my friend standing there waiting for me.
"I want you to tell me the truth," she said, her body stiff and her eyes filled with tears. "Did you dream about having sex with my boyfriend."
I paused, unable to lie to her. "Yes," I said reluctantly, "but I promise, it was only in a dream. It didn't actually happen!"
"You still shouldn't have done it," she said. "You should have known how much it would hurt me."
"I didn't! I mean, not really. I don't even know how it happened! And I'm not even sure what was happening was sex. And I'm pretty sure I was dead at the time."
"You're a monster!"
"I was dead!"
"You know how much I love him!"
"I do! That's why I wouldn't do it in real life! He was the one who was sleeping with a dead person! Go talk to him!"
"He was in YOUR brain!"
"You see? I didn't even sleep with him. I slept with some sort of extension of myself who looked like him."
"You should have known better!"
"I was dead! And also asleep! And also it didn't happen. You're wasting my time, I have a witch job interview in twenty minutes and I need to be there because I need this job. And you aren't going to get in my way," I said triumphantly, and brushed past her.
"You'll pay for this!" she shouted after me.
I made my way through a large building with wall to wall carpet in primary colors. I looked at the business card; "Kevin McKinnis, 4th floor." I arrived at the fourth floor and was met by a tall black woman in a business suit. "Hello," she said. "I'm Kevin."
And then I woke up.
