I had this nightmare

I had this nightmare

It was a bunch of people i know trying to make me do this dance with them. I think we were going to perform it somewhere. I am NOT one of natures dancers. I know. I know. Some of you know i took Irish dancing lessons for 13 years. That does not make me a dancer. At all. Getting back to topic. It was a nightmare because i just couldn’t do it. The steps were too hard. It was awful because they kept telling me i had to.
Somehow i just gave up and left.

Then i went to a bar. I can remember walking down the street. I was with a friend. The first bar was a pub with a naval name. It was very full so we kept walking. I can remember every detail as if it were a memory rather than a dream. Then we found the perfect place. It was nice. A bar guy who looked like that guy from Jonathan Creek, Alan Davies?. Who new that was my type!?

I left with him.

Then there was some creepy house. Then i woke up.

The first part was the nightmare part...the second was confusing. I haven’t had a single drink (not even a liquor chocolate) for several years now. My choice. A good choice for me. No matter how many times i really, really want a drink.

What really freaked me out was the quality of the dream. It was in high def man. And more like a memory than a dream. Maybe all my dreams are like that i just don’t remember them.

When i awoke I checked my alarm clock. It showed 2am. It was NOT 2am. I could tell because there was sunlight streaming through the blind edge (and i swear i did not think “is there a police chopper outside my window?”. Really). It was past my usual waking time by a long way. If i had not had that nightmare i would have over slept.

The moral of the story is that even nightmares have their uses.