Jovan
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I had just about the strangest dream last night. I guess it was brought on by the fact that I'm seeing the whole family together for the first time in years come Wednesday.
Basically, it started with me going about town wearing some '60s style suit and a black trilby, complete with a narrow dark tie and white shirt. My uncle was with me, uncharacteristically wearing a tan suit of some sort. Then we were watching a movie... I think it was Transformers, and came out of the theatre with my stepfather and some friends. All of us wearing suits, hats, and dresses of course. They wanted to see Fantastic Four... we wanted to avoid it. This is the same old fashioned theatre I've had in previous dreams, for the record. No doors, just curtains. Next I know (after waking up for approximately ten seconds) I'm at the old cottage which my grandparents haven't lived in for years. All of us are wearing period garments from the '30s and there's a bar inside. (Scary! Most of my family have the alcoholism gene.) I find a bunch of straw boater hats and decide to take one along to a car ride.
Then I wake up today, and find it's 2 PM.
...
I'd slept for about 11 hours.
Any of you Freudians want to take a stab at this? (Or just share similar dreams.)
Basically, it started with me going about town wearing some '60s style suit and a black trilby, complete with a narrow dark tie and white shirt. My uncle was with me, uncharacteristically wearing a tan suit of some sort. Then we were watching a movie... I think it was Transformers, and came out of the theatre with my stepfather and some friends. All of us wearing suits, hats, and dresses of course. They wanted to see Fantastic Four... we wanted to avoid it. This is the same old fashioned theatre I've had in previous dreams, for the record. No doors, just curtains. Next I know (after waking up for approximately ten seconds) I'm at the old cottage which my grandparents haven't lived in for years. All of us are wearing period garments from the '30s and there's a bar inside. (Scary! Most of my family have the alcoholism gene.) I find a bunch of straw boater hats and decide to take one along to a car ride.
Then I wake up today, and find it's 2 PM.
...
I'd slept for about 11 hours.
Any of you Freudians want to take a stab at this? (Or just share similar dreams.)