Seems I got to have a change in scene, ’cause every night I have the strangest dreams
Imprisoned by the way things used to be, yeah, left here on my own or so it seems
I got to leave before I start to scream, ’cause somebody locked the door and took the key

Feelin’ alright? I’m not feelin’ too good myself.


I dream a lot.  And unlike a lot of people, I usually remember most of them, if not as a whole then at least in large pieces.  And among my many dreams are some very strange ones, often recurring.  Last night's was a doozy, but also very nostalgic.

We, and by 'we' I mean me and my friend Craig, were in the midst of some bizarre war zone.  Not in an actual war with bombs and helicopters and dudes in camo, but what seemed more like a street war.  People running other people down with cars, knife attacks, large objects thrown through windows.  And it would suddenly seem to get back to normal and we'd be sitting there having breakfast (odd in itself because I don't really eat breakfast as a general rule) in some cafe when suddenly the war would start back up again.

At one point Craig and I were looking for someone, standing on the side of a highway.  I shaded my eyes from the sun and pointed, saying "Oh, here she comes", and this woman, whoever she was, was walking toward us across the road...  when suddenly she is hit by a large vehicle and splattered in chunks and pieces all over the highway in graphic and vivid detail...  I freaked and immediately started to throw up and Craig was standing beside me holding my hair back (throwback to our drinking days, I guess?) and then just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped again, and we were back inside finishing our breakfast.

The dream seemed to go on for hours and hours, but that's the gist of it. I have absolutely no idea what it all meant, if anything.

And while the subject matter was strange and scary, it was also comforting to 'see' Craig again.  I think that's even more bizarre than the dream itself. 

He's one of the people I really and truly miss from my "old" life.  The last time I saw him was six years ago, while I was still pregnant with my daughter.  We emailed a couple times a few years ago after he tracked me down on GradFinder and contacted me.  But then we lost touch again. 

I hate that.