more weird dreams

Last night I had a dream in 2 parts, which was sort of interrupted by another dream. At least I think that’s what happened. It’s had to tell, ‘cause I was asleep.

Dream 1 part 1: I was in Egypt, or possibly Central America—someplace with pyramids. I’ve no idea what I was doing there, but on the last day before I came home I went up a huge mountain to see a pyramid. Maybe the whole mountain was part of the pyramid; I’m not sure. I don’t remember the beginning, but it seemed that going to see the pyramid was somehow dangerous—something I shouldn’t’ve been doing. Anyway, it seemed to have nothing to do with why I was there.

Dream 2: I was hanging out at someone’s house with a bunch of other folks. (Last night I actually was hanging out at a friend’s house.) In the dream, I seemed to know everyone, but only three people—2 of whom are a couple— did I recognize from real (awake) life. So in the conversation went on until I said something about feeling one girl’s breasts. It was the girl in the couple I recognized from real life. No one thought it at all odd, and the girl moved over to me and I started feeling them. Eventually I took her shirt off and continued, and still no one thought it odd, even her partner. No reaction. Nothing. Weird.

Dream 3: I was on the plane arriving back home from my pyramid-country trip. There were a couple of other people with me from the trip—no one that I recognized. But we landed and got off the plane—no going through customs, etc. There was somebody there with a van to take us home. Home was in NYC, where I’ve not lived for a couple of years. The driver knew where we all lived and how to get there. It was like we were all in some complex, powerful organization or something.

Anyway, when I got to my apartment, I had a hard time remembering which it was, etc. Apparently I’d been gone for a long time—maybe a year or so? It was late at night, after midnight, when I got home, and there was a group of several people I didn’t recognize calling for “Chris”. I kept looking back every time they called “Chris” but they said it wasn’t me.

I went in the apartment and put my stuff down. I went to the bathroom, which wasn’t in the apartment. It was sort of like a public restroom for the apartment. So, while I was in there urinating, another guy came into my stall and complained that I was peeing near him or something and complained to the landlord. The landlord came and said that although I’d been paying the rent all along I was kicked out, and that while I’d been gone this other guy—the one who came into my stall and complained—had been living in my apartment and was going to rent it now. He was going to take over my apartment and another and maybe knock a wall down. And this guy was the “Chris” the people had been calling. They were there to visit him/move in more of his stuff now that it was official. The landlord was giving me that night to move out, in NYC, with no car.

Then I woke up. It was around 3:30am. Then I went to the bathroom—this was in real life, in my apartment here in North Carolina. After that I lay in bed for several hours sleeping fitfully. I wanted to get back to “Dream 2”. But it didn’t happen.