Day Sixteen

I will do my best to relate these oddities clearly.

Dream one: It was like a Sports Day at work..except the event took place all over a city.  There was a very Grecian feel to it all, lots of white buildings and people wearing toga-ish outfits.  All the kids and teachers were involved, however, we were all doing our own events.  I was at no time responsible for children and when I'd run into them in between activities, it was clear they were in no need of my assistance.  Everyone was moving around to the various sporting event that they wanted to partake in.  At one point I was in a river. I was swimming and realized I wanted to get somewhere else soon, but the swimming there, via river, was too time consuming.  This girl passed me and she had a mermaid fin. I thought to myself, "I totally should have done that! But then I'd be stuck with the fin and couldn't do any activities where I needed legs." It was a fleeting moment where I was rationalizing my way out of my long-time childhood fantasy of being a mermaid.  That is what is so amazingly fascinating about dreams; a flurry of memories and emotions are encapsulated in a passing glance.  How is that possible? How am I able to recall a complex thought process that involves reminiscing, analysis of nostalgia, and then conclusion in the span of a two-sentence encounter with a figment of my imagination.

The dream was very much a traveling dream. I moved from place to place in this event. I talked to many people. At one point I was in a classroom that was overgrown with trees and bushes. There were so many elements of my life in the dream, though put together in a most unusual way.

Dream two: Jesse and I were at home (though it was not our house, it looked more like our old apartment) and it was late at night.  One of us heard something and knew there was someone in the house.  Jesse got up and grabbed something to use as a weapon. When he opened the door, there was a guy in the hallway.  Jesse stabbed him, but it was in his face or neck or some place on the upper part of his body.  The man's reaction was as if he had been choked or had been drowning.  He started coughing up fluid, spitting, and eventually vomiting. This began to take over the rest of the dream. This man was continually vomiting.  He would be fine for a while, then rush to a toilet or the sink.  It got to a point where we no longer concerned with him being in our house, just that he found a place to barf. There would be times where I was in the bathroom and he'd come rushing in.  Since I was using the toilet, he'd have to use the sink.  I almost felt bad for him.  Also, it was incredibly disgusting.

Analyze that.