Posted 11:01 AM by John A. Seafisk

Over the weekend, I had one of those epic dreams where one event leads to another...and so on and so on, not unlike a NBC miniseries....if NBC still does miniseries.

Anyway, it was the result of an evening of beer consumption among peers, which I counteracted with a late-night meal courtesy of Taco Bell. I find that the greasiness of a Big Beef Burrtio Supreme and Chicken Quesadilla offsets the alcohol accumulated in my stomach. It doesn't cure my drunkeness, but I don't wake up the next morning with a headache....just a stomachache which is quickly taken care of.

So, I dreamt I was in Las Vegas. Not at a casino, mind you, but in a retirement community. For some reason, I was living in an apartment at this senior citizens complex...yet I was in my current age (mid-to-late 20s). And the apartment I had was much bigger & nicer than my current non-dream accommodations.

The owner of the complex discovered this, and she told me she was under the impression that I was just visiting, not living there. So she tells me I must vacate immediately....else I'll be in big trouble. So I start carrying out boxes....in the middle of the night...and driving to Los Angeles, taking only one box at a time. I wake up, and tell a friend about the weird dream I just had, and the friend just laughs.

But here's the weird part: When I talk to the friend, I'M STILL DREAMING! I dreamt that I told someone about a weird dream I had, when in fact the weird dream I just had was just an eariler part of the same dream I was currently dreaming. Wow, talk about a multi-layered subconscious. Guess it just shows what a complex individual I am.

Unfortunately, I forget the naughtier parts of the dream, if there were any. Would have made for a more interesting entry.