Trippy

Last night when I woke up the first word that came to my mind was "trippy."

In fact, I think that is the wrong word to describe the activities of my brain. My mind came up with clear narratives and concepts that almost made sense but just missed the mark.

I dreamed about a 40-year old unmarried woman who was a servant in a well-to-do household running through several bright pink doors because she heard a strange sound, soon discovering that the young girls in the household were in the dark bathroom reciting "bloody Mary" in front of the mirror. Her horror was palpable. Her anger at the older woman sitting right in the room outside the bathroom (who obviously heard and wasn't doing anything to stop the activity) was also obvious. As she entered the bathroom. Other people rushed in and all of a sudden the wallpaper rolled away and the vibrant paintings underneath proved that the 40-year-old was, in fact, the true queen or ruler or owner of the household, not the old woman outside. And everyone was shocked and out in their place and happy.

And the deceptive old lady and her husband grew horse butts and walked around with four legs plotting revenge so they could get their ill-gained wealth back. It involved dumpsters and stuffed animals falling off of machinery.

I also dreamed that I was the newest chosen one to defeat these people, along with a group of other secret warriors who took long drives to go to random caves and talk about secret things. And it required being free on certain days to be in the group. I slept in the car and the ride was long and when we got out I was angry and upset to hear that all of our car rides would be this long.

I was also upset because our activity was to kayak up and down a rocky mountain with very little water to speak of. There were lots of other kayakers in the area, which made things stressful. Somehow I was missing my shoes, and, HORRORS, my camera got soaked! And I was all, "it was on! That means the electricity plus the water made everything short and now my camera is useless!  And my socks were soaked.

And I complained, and some girl on our team was like, " if you're not ready to take these challenges, maybe you're not ready to be on this team." And the whole team seemed like a sham to me, so I kind of wasn't too too upset with the idea of quitting, but really, when someone suggests I'm not good enough or ready enough for something, that upsets me.

That's the last thing I remember.

There was something about an emotionally-damaged, skeletal-looking and tall girl with a black pixie cut who was very good at fighting with martial arts in the evening. I tried to be encouraging to her.

I think that part had something to do with the matrix.

When something is trippy I guess that means it is hard to describe and without edges or transitions or clear narrative. So maybe that's not the perfect word to describe last night.

Let's go with almost-lifelike.