Last Night's Dream

A dream so real you wonder if it happened. I know for sure it could not, because I don't think they make convertible (and seemingly silent) helicopters, even for Bill Gates who was piloting the contraption. I'm not making this up. Aspects of this dream pulled out parts of my inner being that I have forgotten about. I played with old friends, we talked about music I have been; trying to remember. wouldn't want to fly in a helicopter in a dream, or flirt with most gorgeous girl that seems to be exactly what I want. It surreal. But there were drawbacks too, it wasn't all perfect. The fighting with my family, the negativism in my life. Only rather than the usual happenings, I just reacted. There was no inhibitions (nothing can hold back when you are in the deepest level of REM sleep).

The pieces of this dream are still fresh in my mind, and I can't say I know what to do with them. I already have a lot I'm thinking about like the philosophy mashup between existentialism and Christianity. And I would rather figure that out first before I deal with these personal imaginations. Maybe I should focus on something else. Maybe there is something deeper there. Maybe I should tell Bill Gates to invent a convertible helicopter. Or maybe I will just take it as it is, a dream, a look into my uninhibited soul. There is something to be gleened from this. I just don't know what that is.