I've had a bit of a cold lately so I've been taking Alka Seltzer Plus Nighttime to help me sleep. Man, that stuff makes you have funky dreams. Here's all I can pull out of last night's weirdness.
- The setting of all the dreams, as far as I can tell, was a small town somewhere in the south named "Besseret" or something like that. I know because I asked one of the women in part of the dream where I was. During that particular part of the dream I was wandering around the town and noticing that they had a large number of concession-type eating places (like you would see at a festival). I asked the woman if they were having a festival and she said, "No, our folks just like to eat." Fair enough.
- Some of the other dreams were set in a church in that same town. In the first dream, me, Sarah and my life-long friend Butch are involved in a drama production of some type. As far as I know, Butch has never done any acting in his entire life. We are preparing to go on but for some reason I have had to climb to the top of a large pile of risers. They begin to topple but I avoid disaster by jumping on one of the platforms and surfing it to the floor. After that, I am so shaken I can't remember any of my lines.
- Same church...our friend Jeff is being confronted by an extremely racist man. I wish I could remember the conversation verbatim because it was interesting. Basically, the man tries to convince Jeff that racism is okay and tries to uncover hidden racism in Jeff's past. Jeff puts the man in his place. Later, I dream that I am telling Jeff about the dream. For whatever reason, we are on a bus. Sammy Davis Jr. is sitting next to Jeff.
- There are also some random images floating in my brain of me cleaning up the church and staying with a family with a baby but that's all that I can recall.
So, I think I'll have to lay off the drugs if I want to have a dreamless sleep. I'm tired from all that nocturnal activity.