What dreams may come

I had a dream last night. There's nothing unusual about this, I dream all the time, but this one (or at least parts of it) I remember quite vividly. Ready to take a step into my mindscape? Here goes, hold on tight and keep your hands and arms inside the carriage...

I'm rehearsing a show in, of all places, the Colosseum. It seems alot smaller than I'd expected, but that doesn't bother me too much. We don't seem to do be doing alot of rehearsing, we're just standing around chatting - much like life really. One of the bolder personalities in the show (O.K he's pretty much the boldest and most out of place), let's call him "K.R.," spots a lone Catholic Schoolgirl striding around the top of the Colosseum wall. He tries to convince her to come down and rehearse, when suddenly there is an influx of Catholic Schoolgirls, all under the very watchful eye of their Mother Superior-like principal. Before anything of note can happen, however, the scene transmutes into...

Officeworks, and I'm trying to buy coffee beans. There is a fridge with the coffee beans in it, but before I can get the beans into the little brown bag I'm clutching I have to work out how to operate the dispenser within the fridge. It looks almost exactly like the drip tray underneath the freezer section of an upright fridge, except that there's a large hole big enough for my bag to fit over and collect the beans. A man, obviously upset with the delay, pushes in front of me and operates the dispenser, obtaining his beans. However, when I step up to the dispenser I notice that the reservoir containing the beans has all sorts of other junk in it - coffee powder, vegetables, and sand - which I have to pick out before I can get the beans. At last I purify the bean reservoir and am about to obtain my beans (goodness knows why I am so desperate for coffee beans) when the scene transmutes again into...

The back of a taxi. It's actually the front of a taxi, because sitting in the back seat behind me is one of the check-out girls from Officeworks. I am sharing a taxi with her because she lives near me, and we have pulled into the lane behind my apartment. As we are nearing my house, she begins to make what I can only consider to be "improper advances" ("improper" because I am very much taken in that regard, and very happily so), so I throw open the taxi door and leap out while it is still in motion. Just before I hit the dirt, however, I...

Awake, thoroughly disoriented, but my recollection of the dream is not fading into obscurity and incomprehension as it normally does, so I thought I would share it with the world. Maybe I'll make it into a movie some day...