A Mystical Dream
Hey man I just had a mystical dream! I was driving all over these back roads (suburban or somewhat rural?) trying to get to work or something, wondering why it was taking an eternity to get there? I then found myself on more of a straight-away, thinking, "Oh, this looks more familiar, now it should be a little bit easier to get there." While the scenery wasn't quite familiar and I began to wonder if I was about to make a wrong turn? While everything had pretty much become rural now as I noticed I was on a dirt road running into a dead end. So I turned around and tried going back the way I came, only to find myself on another dirt road running into a dead end.
And I found myself walking, more or less back in the direction I came, as I walked past this old sporting goods store or something. And I couldn't help but notice all this back-packing equipment, displayed outside on the wall in front as you walked by. And I was thinking, "Man it's too bad I'm not into this stuff anymore," and was wondering why it would all show up in my dream like this.
I then became more conscious as I walked into this big mall or something, which was setup like some kind of sporting facility. And I noticed this idealized looking bowling alley down the maroon carpeted walkway (a fairly steep slope) on the left as it jutted out from underneath the overhang. There were several similar businesses there as well, but this is the one that caught my eye and was the only one I could differentiate.
And I began to wonder if I had died, because this dream had been going on forever and was getting too real. And I thought, "Have I really died this time?" (It wasn't the first time.) And I thought, "Oh well, if I've died there's not much I can do about it; I'm not even going to try to find my way back at this point" (i.e., figure out how to wake myself up). And I found myself looking at a sign or something that was on a counter, as it felt like I began to wake up, as I found myself talking to some woman, saying, "Oh this looks more familiar, maybe I actually haven't died yet." While at this point I actually did wake up, and found myself on the couch in the living room, trying to keep from giving myself a charley horse in my left leg. Ouch!