Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Last night I had a dream that I lived in a large houseboat with a couple dozen other people. It wasn't really like a houseboat but more like a small steamship that had been converted on the inside to house people. The bedrooms were long and narrow, with a dozen people in each one, kind of like what you might imagine an orphanage might look like, but with bigger beds. I remember havings the distinct feeling I was living here because my parents lived just up the dock, on land in an actual house, and even though I had to share a bedroom here I actually got more privacy. I have no idea where that idea came from but to my dream self it made lots of sense.

When the dream opens up it's night, and I'm walking into my bedroom, and getting into the first bed, my bed. A tan heavily tattooed young man is lying next to who I presume is his sleeping girlfriend in the next bed, and he watches and smiles as I get into bed and then take my clothes off once under the covers (apparently, I sleep naked even in my dreams now). Then I turn over and go to sleep.

The next scene opens up in midday, on myself and my Aunt Kathy(!) stealing goods off a boat out in the middle of the ocean and placing them on a raft for transport. We are doing this by riding in two little boats that are basically oversized Altoids tins. Land and the harbor where I live can be seen a couple of miles away. In the middle of the theft my aunt asks me if I want to try some drug that started with a D. Not a real world drug, but in the dream it had a very specific name, that started with a D. I say sure (my dream self is apparently up for anything) and she produces this regular sized gold and green colored Altoids tin and opens it up. In the tin is a white and green powder and rolls of paper with which to snort the stuff up your nose. I grab the paper and give it a go.

“Don't do too much of the green part.” she says. “It's called Clié, and it's just filler.”

Turns out this dream drug that starts with a D knocked me out (heroin-like, I guess?) and when I wake in the dream (which felt like blinking and nothing more), I'm no longer in my little Altoids boat; I'm floating freely in the ocean and I'm much, much closer to home. I think about how it's sort of a miracle that I didn't drown, and then I almost get run over by a boat. I freak out for a second, and when I calm down I swim quickly towards my dock. In this dream I was a fantastic swimmer, tireless and able to cover long distances with a minimal amount of strokes.

I get up onto the dock and go into the steamship/house/dorm and go to the bathroom to clean up. That's when I realize that I'm seeing that Clié stuff everywhere, that it's straight up coating everything. For this reason I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, and sit in the bathroom and stare at the wall until it passes, which happens as a fade to black.

When it fades back in, it's late at night again, and I'm walking from the bathroom to my shared bedroom by candlelight. I get in bed and do the same taking my clothes off under the covers thing, and when I lay down I look over where the same young man (who my waking self realizes is based heavily on Eric Balfour and a little bit on Dave Navarro) is smiling at me. I smile back and shut my eyes. When I open them, this young man is in bed with me, and I'm laying on his chest, not like he had just climbed into bed but like he had been there the whole time, like he actually belonged to me and all that stuff about seeing him in the other bed and been some kind of bad trip. Then he used a finger to lift my chin from his chest and he kissed me.

The next act's details are not really important; suffice it to say things progressed from there but some construction sound outside woke me up in the middle of it. Damn construction.

This is not even the weirdest dream I've had this week. Not even close.