drenched once, twice shy

A guy named Mike Sloan(e) invaded my head last night while in slumber. The whole dream lacked the usual somewhat credibility that I give my dreams more than normal.

First of all, it took place in a public shower area not unlike that found in the Prison Break showers. Next, it was a co-ed showers where men and women shared a communal shower. Together. Yes. Not joking here. Dreams rarely joke with you even though it seems like one.

And this Mike Sloan(e) guy kept appearing in and out of the dream. First in the showers then later on in another part of an unrelated dream to the co-ed shower dream.

I have no idea who he is or what and why the hell did I dream about such a random dude for. He actually looked a bit like Lane Garrison and Michael J. Fox combined. If ever there were such a person of course.

Anyway, this is not the first in a long series of weird dreams I've been having the past few days since the beginning of the week. I predict more will arise in the coming days.

what went wrong

I don't know if I should feel disturbed or perplexed by last night's dream.

The first part or maybe second, I don't really remember the sequence of when took place earlier or later, might probably have stemmed from my incessant obsession with a certain show called 'Prison Break' for the past week.

I could've sworn that I wasn't actually in a dream if I hadn't woken up from it. I was surrounded by the Fox River Eight in a place which might have been outside the prison walls which means they've escaped and I might have been aiding them or something to escape from the bastardized hands of Bellick and Mahone. Anyway, with the details of the actual events of my dream slipping away now, all I can visually and correctly recall is that Abruzzi kissed me on the mouth.

Yeah. Why couldn't it have been Wentworth Miller? Believe me I want to know why it wasn't him who was in my dream. It was odd and surreal in a way that I actually thought it was reality. Somehow I actually wished it was real but only for a moment.

On to the second part of the dream, I had met up with several friends, both old and new, in this market or night market and was just generall milling around and talking and chatting about our life in general and all that. This wasn't the weird part of the dream but just something I felt need to be said just for posterity of it.

Some dreams are just not meant to be decrypted. But I'm sure I've said this before anyway.

normalcy oddity

I really did intend and planned to post about my three consecutive and odd dreams for the past few days but things came up like exams and stuff happened.

I can barely recall the gist of the dreams I experienced. All I can remember is that at least two out of three of them involved him. Again.

It's become such an anomaly that it's actually normalcy now.

I really need to be quick in detailing my dreams the moment I wake up to be able to actually have a decent dream journal that I can be proud of despite the slightly embarrassing people in my dreams and things that happen in them.