Revisiting Subconscious Concerns

I had a great date night last night with Sally Wally. We got to enjoy a new dinning experience at Papas and Beer on Tunnel Rd, my Burrito Organico was so huge that I brought half of it home. Afterwards we went to the Crow and Quill and enjoyed some amazing, handcrafted cocktails. I am certain that I will be writing about the Crow and Quill on some other social networks.

Oddly, I had the old dream in which I am still in college, close to graduation, but am confused about my graduation requirements. Amid that confusion I was in the middle of moving my housing from the ground floor of an apartment building to the second story. The new occupants had moved into my old apartment but I had to retrieve my cat and give them the key. I have had cats most of my life but we currently do not own any pets.

My dreams have been very vivid lately and this one certainly was. The cat was even identical to one of mine, a tabby who was quite chubby. In fact, she was the only chubby cat I have ever owned. I am not trying to draw any correlations between the enjoyable evening and these things which no longer need to occupy my conscious thoughts. All I can do is document this as a dream journal.

Back to reality, did I ever tell you about the time I infused a citrus liquor? I hope to share that with you all soon.

I had that dream again.

I'm back in school and the school's been design by post modern architects intent on bringing the work of M. C. Escher to life. It is a minimalist pyramid with stairs that wrap around the outside of each level. I discover an escalator just when I start to become lost in these crowded pathways. Of course, in the confusion, I have to climb over the hand rail to gain access to the escalator.

The school has a student radio station which constantly broadcast discussion panels. I meet some old friends who are broadcasting their crowd sourcing campaign to reprint a favorite childhood book. I am not familiar with their favorite childhood book and don't get involved in their surreal commerce.

Flash forward and I'm sitting at a bar drinking beer from a can. (I'm sure this is dream symbolism for cheap beer.) I have an ink pen and am drawing an endless invisible circle on the bar, the cap is on the pen. The bartender becomes annoyed with my invisible circle and places my nearly full beer out of reach. I appeal to fellow costumers and other bartenders to retrieve my beer without success.

Next, I'm riding in a van with someone, perhaps it is a group of people? I'm telling the driver of my experience, drawing invisible circles, with the bartender. The navigator of the vehicle has little concern for my earlier experience at the bar and says, "I'll talk to you later," as we pull into his driveway. The implication being; "free beer."

Then the cat woke me up.