sheer potentiality

is waking up from a dream where we are speaking to each other, and are friends, and then suddenly remembering reality again.

I recently woke up from an interesting dream.

When this dream started out, I was some type of investigator—I think a rogue investigator—who was trying to locate some woman’s guard dog, because by capturing the guard dog we could then capture the woman. I don’t know why we wanted to capture the woman, but she was some type of stripper or prostitute who worked in a bad part of town.

The woman was someone I knew from high school, I think, but I can’t give a name. I highly doubt it’s anyone who has ever read this blog though.

At some point during this investigation, I signed onto MSN Messenger. Instead of two contacts, I had about five—including people I don’t talk to anymore. I could also see people’s MSN names, which I don’t have Adium set up to do.

In another part of the dream, I was a Japanese ship’s captain, and I was ordering a bagel with lasagna on the side. (I know this makes no sense, but whatever). Then the lasagna disappeared, but it turned out it was eaten by the crew during a trip into the past. Okay.

In the next part, I time traveled into the past to help some blond woman (possibly Starbuck from Battlestar Galactica, or just Katee Sackhoff, or maybe it was some other girl from high school) on some type of mission. I don’t remember much, except she decided to go back a year, or live out a year during the past in order to accomplish the mission.

The final part of the dream took place during the Civil War. I was a Confederate from Missouri who spent all his time in a Virginia bar ranting about how Virginia and Missouri together could take on the whole world. (Except I pronounced it “Missoura”). Among other things I think I dumped out a bootful of Missouri soil onto the floor, or something. As far as I can tell I was well-accepted. Interestingly enough, I didn’t remember during the dream that Missouri didn’t join the Confederacy.