I haven't posted a dream here in a while. Which is ironic, because I've been dreaming like crazy.
In fact, last weekend I dreamed so much, it disturbed my sleep.
In between dreams, I'd wake up briefly to roll over and get comfortable again. Sometimes I would continue the dream I was having, sometimes they would still fit together somehow, and sometimes they seemed entirely separate.
I had a dream in which me and my boss went to work for one of our customers. I was worried about my boss working in a cube farm instead of being in charge.
In another dream (or perhaps volume 2 of the same dream), I was collecting trash on Tuesdays and Wednesdays in a subdivision as a second job. I was considering parking the garbage truck at the entrance to a cul de sac and using my bike to take the trash from the houses to the truck.
The trash truck dream continued, and I although I had picked up the trash, in the trash truck, once, I couldn't find where the office was located. I didn't have any sort of training or anything because I'd never been to the actual company.
I was still living at home with my parents. I took my stepdad's truck, which I had been driving, to go to work picking up trash. I pondered why I had been driving his truck instead of my car. I looked in the back yard, next to the garage, where my red Impala (in real life, it had been a red Nova, but in dreams, that can always be the same car) sat. I resolved to try to start it and drive it when I got home from work.
It was dusk, and I was walking around my parent's neighborhood. It had snowed, but the snow was on the lawns and not in the street.
This was not just last night, but all weekend. In fact, I think that might be why I slept in extra late Saturday morning. (It should be noted that I had no alcohol this weekend.)
I also woke up feeling like I had actually been in these dreams. Like I had worked and my arms ached. Like I could still smell that old interior smell in my old car.
I had been reading The Sandman series (I got 4, 5, and 6 for Christmas), but already finished it last week. Residual dream effects maybe?
And now it's Monday, and life is frightfully normal. The normality seems less real somehow.