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I dreamed last night that I had gone back home to North Carolina for Spring Break (which is/was this week). It was cool. I was hanging around with family and doing random mundane stuff. Also, in the dream, I had these big plans to get together with my best friend from high school, but it kept getting put off for some reason. At one point in the dream, I remember thinking or saying something like "Spring Break is over half-way gone now and we haven't gotten together yet." (I attribute this last bit to some vague, latent guilt that he contacted me a little while ago via MySpace but I haven't yet responded to him. I need to do that...)
And then... I woke up just enough to realize that it was all a dream and that I was actually still out here in Washington.
And then... I fell back asleep again, and started dreaming that I was now apologetically sending emails and stuff to all my family and my best friend, explaining how all that stuff we had done in the last dream hadn't actually happened because it was really all just a dream and I was still in Washington.
But then, the dream morphed and I was once again back home in NC, thinking that hey that last dream was just a dream, after all, but now I'm really back home.
And then... of course, I woke up just enough to realize that, once again, it was all still just a dream.
The cycle repeated at least four or five times before I fully woke up for real.
All in all, at least for the moment, I consider this whole thing to be one of the most depressing experiences I have ever had in my life. I can't really convey with mere words exactly how I felt when I finally fully woke up. Kind of sad... kind of pissed off... really headache-y... It still lingers somewhat, even now. It wasn't so much that I was dreaming about being home. It was that I was dreaming about being home and then, in the dream realizing that it was just a dream, and then in the dream trying to deal with the fact that it had all just been a dream, and then having the whole cycle repeat itself several times from the beginning. This was far worse than the usual hated false awakening dreams.
As an aside, I have managed to utterly obliterate my usual sleeping cycle during this past week. It's going to take effort to regain something vaguely resembling acceptable by Monday.
And then... I woke up just enough to realize that it was all a dream and that I was actually still out here in Washington.
And then... I fell back asleep again, and started dreaming that I was now apologetically sending emails and stuff to all my family and my best friend, explaining how all that stuff we had done in the last dream hadn't actually happened because it was really all just a dream and I was still in Washington.
But then, the dream morphed and I was once again back home in NC, thinking that hey that last dream was just a dream, after all, but now I'm really back home.
And then... of course, I woke up just enough to realize that, once again, it was all still just a dream.
The cycle repeated at least four or five times before I fully woke up for real.
All in all, at least for the moment, I consider this whole thing to be one of the most depressing experiences I have ever had in my life. I can't really convey with mere words exactly how I felt when I finally fully woke up. Kind of sad... kind of pissed off... really headache-y... It still lingers somewhat, even now. It wasn't so much that I was dreaming about being home. It was that I was dreaming about being home and then, in the dream realizing that it was just a dream, and then in the dream trying to deal with the fact that it had all just been a dream, and then having the whole cycle repeat itself several times from the beginning. This was far worse than the usual hated false awakening dreams.
As an aside, I have managed to utterly obliterate my usual sleeping cycle during this past week. It's going to take effort to regain something vaguely resembling acceptable by Monday.
