Dream
It's nice to see my 3 and 4 part dreams returning.These happen when I enter into a long and rapid pattern of waking and falling asleep. This usually only occurs in the mornings. A dream from one sleep session gets continued in the next sleep session. Sometimes I can string a bunch of these together, today was one of those days.
I'm not a guy who's overly attracted to blondes, just the opposite really. I like long dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes, ...but the women in my dreams are always blondes.
This morning it was an attractive blind cartoonist I met on a bus. I think we were traveling to the same college class. Having recognised her from class, I sat next to her and struck up a conversation.
Another oddity about my dreams, the sets usually remain the same. The bus, bus route, and college are all from previous dreams. I'm not sure why my brain re-uses the same scenery because I'm neither economical or cheap.
This girl and I communcated through instant messaging when we weren't together. She was sceptical of me, ...always kept me at an arms length, which made me want her all the more.
In the continuing sleep sessions, I had an interlude where I controlled a t-rex through a video game, climbed a sloping rock wall, argued with my roommate, and became aware that I was a quasi-private eye.
I drove a convertible kit car, made mix tapes for the blind girl, and was involved in a case (involving her) where I was protecting drug runners from the police. The blind girl was one of these people. The cops wanted to find out where the drugs came from and where they were going. The people in the middle (portrayed as innocent in this dream) refused to give up their friends. The cops put pressure on me as well.
The blind girl pleaded with me to help them. If I talked, many innocent people would be arrested for using drugs recreationally or delivering them. I agreed, and burried the drugs in an old alley. I was picked up by the cops soon after, and released within hours.
My IM software told me that the blind girl was also carrying on a relationship with another man, but it seemed less intimate than our relationship. I had to find out who this guys was. Was he working with us against us? Or, was he just interested in her? And is she interested in him? In me?
After being released from jail, I kept telling the other drug runners that I had to go see the blind girl, but they thought it was too dangerous. But I would not relent. They argued with me and began preventing me from seeing her.
Then I woke up.
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