My therapist wants to talk dreams and this is the best way for me to remember them. I guess Blogspot still exists.
I don't remember the circumstances that led me to this stranger's bedroom but there I was. He was in his late 20s or early 30s, short beard, glasses, brown hair (though I'm weirdly not great at remembering hair color in real life so this could be inaccurate) and a few inches shorter than me. I was supposed to be retrieving something from him but I don't remember what. He was busy playing a vintage video game on a small CRT television in the corner of his room (though it was vintage and first generation Nintendo-looking, he had a headset and was talking at the game the whole time). I tried to interact with him but he was too busy, so I studied his room for a bit. He had completed lego sets displayed on his shelves, a colorful Star Wars comforter made nicely on his bed (similar to one I had when I was a kid), several other gaming systems set up on various dressers, and some photos of him and his partner (in the dream I knew of him through her but I don't recognize her in real life).
I decided to go find a bathroom and wandered through this gigantic house to find it. There was a massive living room with vaulted ceilings and a style that you might encounter in a rich person's retirement home. A grandfather clock, flowery patterned couches and chairs, carpeting, beige walls, etc. I went to the bathroom (had a similar style and made me think this guy lived with his parents maybe [no shame in that]). When I returned to his room he had finished playing. To make small talk I asked him about one of his gaming counsels. It was some version of a Switch, but instead of just the side controllers coming off the screen, the screen split in half down the middle and could be taken apart. I asked the guy how it works out of curiosity, and he insisted on showing me and playing the game with me. I talked about how I probably needed to be leaving soon, but then he started talking about how I was going to go help him shop for groceries.
Then I awoke (or so I thought). I found myself on a large gravel parking space in a campground. I was talking to my friend Andrew DeSelm about the dream as if it were real life, telling him I got to play the new Switch 2 (in this portion of the dream I started realized that the gaming experience I had was a dream as I was telling it to Andrew, so I wasn't straight up lying to him at first, but kind of was by the end of telling it?). Andrew, my brother Mike, and I were all working with a bunch of teenagers for a sort of camp. Mike and my responsibilities were mainly to film and photograph the campers, though I also had to run some of the programming (similar to a job I used to have). We were camping in North Carolina near Grandfather Mountain and there were a ton of campers and very little staff. Andrew went off to prep food for the campers while Mike and I started taking photos. Some other staff member had borrowed my camera so I looked at the photos they had taken. They were all terribly out of focus (I have cinema prime lenses which don't autofocus and they probably didn't realize that). I took some photos of campers setting up their tents, then I went and helped set up some giant tents with other staff members. I also for some reason was supposed to make a short film with everybody so I was trying to plot out different scenes around the campsite. My friend and drummer Mal was there as well, setting up for a show her band (The Matriarch) was going to play later that night.
Soon it was time to lead all the campers on a mountain hike. In my dream I remembered a hike from some other dream I had who knows when and decided to take everyone there. I directed the 15-passenger-van and bus drivers where to take the students. As I was about to leave, I realized that Mal had disappeared. I saw a text saying she was taken into custody for protesting something, which was concerning. I sent Mike to go be with the campers while I went to the tent where Mal was being held by some sort of law enforcement. I found that they had some other prisoners being held there, but they told me Mal had to be relocated but wouldn't tell me where.
Not knowing what to do, I went back to the campsite to find the director (Carrie B. who used to be my director at the camp I worked at). She was busy prepping a scene in the large tent for the short film I was supposed to work on.
Then I awoke.
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