I had a weird dream. It wasn't weird because it was outlandish; but, rather, because it was real. When I started sleeping lighter, and wasn't just snoozing like a brick, I had a dream: I woke up on a couch. My surroundings unfamiliar. I saw some faces. People who looked at me like I grew up with them all since I was old enough to be sapient. Even though they weren't real, I still felt sad inside, telling them I didn't know who they were. I told them, in the dream, that I had amnesia. That allowed me to ask some basic questions. Who are you, where am I, what's my name, what's your name, who's that girl, who's that guy, what are their names, etc. I was female. Green pullover hoodie, white top underneath, khaki pants, and plain socks. My name: Samantha. The guy who had paid the most careful attention to me turned out to be "my" boyfriend. In this universe, we had been going out for three years, and were the best of friends. His name was Alec. The weirdest part about the dream, was that it was plain. Realistic. Like I had woken up from the Matrix, but life outside the Matrix was just as dull, or duller. Felt...strange, having a female body. I could actually feel the entirety of the shape. Strange in a good sort of way. Which is undeniably creepy, since I'm male. Also felt weird opening my mouth to speak, and having a pleasant girl's voice come out. I eventually went to the bathroom to look into the mirror. I looked...pretty. Cute, but not superficial. No makeup. Brilliant green eyes, and medium brown hair. I had my hair up in a medium ponytail.
Onto what was going on. I woke up on the couch, that's been established. After I got acquainted with my part this world, the other guy and girl left. One was a mutual friend of all of ours, Rob, and the other was Alec's sister, Rebecca. They had to go shopping, because we had no food. Apparently, we all lived together. Small house. Possibly an apartment. Two bedrooms, a smaller side room, a small kitchen, a full bath, and a living room, large enough to put in a table, and still have enough room for a couch and television. I was hungry, and didn't even want to acknowledge that I was inside a dream, so I set about making some food. I was still very much me on the inside, given how much ingenuity was required for this next stunt: I took apart an old, broken waffle machine, to get one of the grids, attached a handle onto the back, and boom! Waffle iron. Just use a pan like you're making pancakes, but apply the iron. Pan waffles. After eating, hugging Alec, and finally starting to get curious with the rest of this dream world, I went to the bathroom to see what I looked like. After I grinned when I saw myself, I woke up, because my cat started meowing at me to feed her.
I have to admit, though...I usually don't care, or am glad to wake up from dreams; but this one...I dunno. It was interesting. Like I woke up as someone else. I wanted to keep dreaming, and explore their world. Now it's essentially dead...
So, Escapists, discuss. What do you think about this? Have you ever had a(blank) similar dream(s)?
Personally, the closest I've ever came, before this of course, to a dream feeling real, was that time I woke up in a dream, to a radio yelling at me (Razor 6-5) to give an advancing friendly unit covering fire.
Best part about the title, is how you don't know if I mean when I woke up in the dream, or when I actually woke up.
Onto what was going on. I woke up on the couch, that's been established. After I got acquainted with my part this world, the other guy and girl left. One was a mutual friend of all of ours, Rob, and the other was Alec's sister, Rebecca. They had to go shopping, because we had no food. Apparently, we all lived together. Small house. Possibly an apartment. Two bedrooms, a smaller side room, a small kitchen, a full bath, and a living room, large enough to put in a table, and still have enough room for a couch and television. I was hungry, and didn't even want to acknowledge that I was inside a dream, so I set about making some food. I was still very much me on the inside, given how much ingenuity was required for this next stunt: I took apart an old, broken waffle machine, to get one of the grids, attached a handle onto the back, and boom! Waffle iron. Just use a pan like you're making pancakes, but apply the iron. Pan waffles. After eating, hugging Alec, and finally starting to get curious with the rest of this dream world, I went to the bathroom to see what I looked like. After I grinned when I saw myself, I woke up, because my cat started meowing at me to feed her.
I have to admit, though...I usually don't care, or am glad to wake up from dreams; but this one...I dunno. It was interesting. Like I woke up as someone else. I wanted to keep dreaming, and explore their world. Now it's essentially dead...
So, Escapists, discuss. What do you think about this? Have you ever had a(blank) similar dream(s)?
Personally, the closest I've ever came, before this of course, to a dream feeling real, was that time I woke up in a dream, to a radio yelling at me (Razor 6-5) to give an advancing friendly unit covering fire.
Best part about the title, is how you don't know if I mean when I woke up in the dream, or when I actually woke up.
