A dream too random to title. (dream)

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I've been having some dreams that I just haven't taken the time to write down right away upon waking up, so I'll typically forget all the details. Some of them had the potential to be pretty cool in written form. There was the dream about Spider-Man in which the twist was that he was a very thin woman. There was the dream that I was on a team which was responsible for training the new Emperor. The new Emperor had spent his whole life on a farm, and he was a humble, hard-working, likable kid in his 20s. And now, he had a lot to learn about being a public figure. And then there was the dream that I went to a gym with the softest leather couches. And we would hold these bath-bomb-like, scented things that had to be electronically charged with an extra-large USB-C outlet as a meditative practice.

But last night's dream is just plain random. I had decided the night before to write down the dream regardless of what it was though, so here it is.

DREAM

I see a boy monkey with a crush on a white, girl monkey in a high school. I wonder what their story would be like if they made it to the cuddling on the couch stage, but no farther. So I put them in that scenario and watch. I can't decide if he should be at her house, or if she should be at his.

I slip out of my bunk bed the next morning and put on some clothes I want to show off on social media.

My father and I pile into a car. It looks like we're in a really, really crowded, dystopian urban area. Punks on bikes cross the street rapidly, but I manage to cross the street in my car and not hit anyone.

Pretty soon, the car has a dad (who has switched from being my dad to being one of my professors) seeking to find his lost or kidnapped daughter in it. He exits the car in an alley.

I see that I have an apartment. There's an old lady who says they don't know who's in that apartment, but I know it's me. I don't say anything. The walls are vertically striped in baby blue and pastel pink and there's a tight spiral staircase in the center.

Then we see a diorama of a place. The father bumps into someone in the alley who he says just wants to see his son walk to school from Greenland. He says this with judgment.

We get back in the car and the diorama becomes a music video. I arrange the clips like a midi maker. A guy comes out and tries to sell us his H.R. Giger alien/Barbie/Buddha barbeque diorama accessories. He pitches it like he's making a profound fashion statement. I feel powerful when I decline, but he seems to be handling the news badly. He's confused about why I declined. Now that I see he's hurt, I realize I probably shouldn't have gotten wrapped up in getting annoyed by his audacity. All art needs audacity. Probably all sales too.

INTERPRETATION

You know, I typically see how the events of my real life are reflected in my dreams, but this dream seemed almost completely random. The most I can say about how this dream connects to my real life is that I do feel powerful when I decline offers (and I recently declined a large offer), and I do believe that the professor/father in the dream cares a lot about his daughter in real life, and sometimes when I'm driving, it really does seem like these random pedestrians crossing the street have a death wish and I really need to get where I'm going without hitting them.