Hugging the Pastor
Recently I’ve been having very intense, realistic dreams that continue even after I’ve woken up. If I get up to go to the bathroom, persay, the dream will continue along and I will re-enter in a later spot. That is to say, my dreams have a sense of time. On top of that, I can fall back asleep for maybe 10 minutes as a minimum and dream. I really want to talk to someone about this, but I have no idea you go to about dreaming. I only haven’t been recording them out of laziness, but that needs to change.
Much happened before this.
I was at orientation. For some reason New Paltz decided that each year you went to college, you had to go to orientation. At least the room situatino was different. Our rooms were huge, and a suite consisted one of these larger rooms and having what we refer to as the “house” area as the suite’s common area. These suites were co-ed, as well. I was sharing a bed with my roomate, but not in a sexual way. We held hands and lay our heads close, like two friends in a shoujo manga. This lead to some later problems however.
Later, some teamates and I were visiting a stocking store (yes, a store entirely devoted to stockings) so that we could get a specific pair for our team. What the team was I’m not sure (I had woken up to use the bathroom), but I did know that I was the only girl there sans parents. Much like my real orientation. Anyway, as my roomate was trying on her stockings she noticed somethinga bout her head being very itchy. Her mother expressed concern for lice, and they left soon after.
More happened in between this that I can’t remember.
I went to the mall to have my head checked out for lice. The place I had been instructed to go looked like some kind of outdoors store. There were tents, camping gear, and puffy vests everywhere. But sure enough there was my roomate scurrying away with a confirmed case of lice. The interesting thing is the doctor was in fact my dentist, Dr. Nasti. This was a much sillier Dr. Nasti however. She was a lot more girlish, and took a lot of time interacting with her employees. Who were all young and had fantastic personalities. She told me I would be examined in a few minutes, so I went to the food court to get some Wendy’s. Upon my return I saw none other than Steve! He was there visiting a friend who worked there, and we chatted a while where we stood. I came to discover that Lora was Dr. Nasti’s assistant, which reassured me a lot. Suddenly the conversation turned and Dr. Nasti was getting very giddy over the idea of a very attractive pastor that would stop in occassionally. Not long after this who should wander up but said pastor. But here’s the interesting thing.
I recognized him from a previous dream! There have been many ocassion when I have recalled a place I was in and been able to navigate it in a more skilled fashion, but never have I been able to recognize an actually person. I can’t remember exactly the dream I had with him in it, all I know is it had to do with me being with my old babysitter, Pam. I asked him if he remembered me, bringing up Pam and trying to describe her. I have no idea what Pam’s last name is. “A short woman, kind of round?” the pastor asked. “Yes!” I said excitedly. His face lit up. “Oh hey, I remember you! Long time no see!” he said, holding up his hand for a high five. I returned the guesture, except when he caught my hand he pulled me into a fierce hug. Dr. Nasti almost shrieked with shock and jealousy. After a lively conversation the pastor and I exchanged fone numbers and he was gone.
Once I had left and Dr. Nasti had thrown a small hissy fit, Lora went and inspected my head for lice. Sure enough, I was infected as well. This led to a very long, unimportant zen-dialogue about disinfecting my lice. I won’t get into it, it was boring in my dream.
This still leaves me with this bizare interaction with the pastor. How was I able to recognize him? And him me? What in the world does this say about my dreaming? If anyone can offer ANY sort of advice (via AIM, e*mail, whatever!) I would really appreciate it. I wonder who you talk about dreams with..
