A Prophecy Through the World of Dreams

As not much has happened to me in the past several days, I would like to share a dream that vexed me. First, let me preface this story with a bit of clarification. I rarely dream, no I know what the books and professionals say, "everyone dreams, but not every dream is remembered." I would like to contend that I am an oddity, those of you that know me might not disagree. But I rarely dream, largely because my sleep is constantly interrupted by physical factors in reality. Whether it be because the springs of this mattress lay merely a fraction of an inch below the surface or because only one of my nostrils works at any given time, none of that really matters. The important part of this story is that I actually had a dream.

This dream started out as the usual ethereal floating blob of awareness that, through some REM magic, sparked into a reality, lifelike in all its details. I, or what I assumed was me as I do not think I had a body in all of this, was in the back of a charter bus bound for some city. I cannot tell you what city because the name was represented by kanji characters on a scrolling LED banner. I figured I was in Japan because it just felt like Japan, if that makes sense...well it does not have to, this was my dream. The bus was filled with fellow JETs that I have meet over the passed few weeks as well as several friends from back home and from LMU.

Now this is where the dream gets slightly strange, as I believe all dreams do. The bus and all of its passengers unanimously decided that lunch would be at In and Out Burger. I seriously doubted the existence of an In and Out on the island but it was a dream so who cares. The trip would have taken an eternity in dream world and I was hungry. At that moment, a Mexican food restaurant appeared in the middle of this bombed town (yes i know, I associate Japan and bombings...I am a historian even in my dreams). The bus stops and we all get out to see that there is a Hobby Bench-esque plane protruding from the front of the building above the name, Bob's Burritos. This is were things begin to get hazy as I believe my consciousness started to realize that I was dreaming (who knows if that is really possible), but we entered the shack, all 60 some of us. Most of the people with me were just hazy figures by now, I suppose I did not have enough processing power to materialize everyone's face. The owner of the shack, I can only assume his name was Bob, came down a twisting staircase and pointed to table that was not there a moment earlier and grunted. The hippie with the huge beard then returned to his room. The table contained an endless supply of burrito material and a stack of tortillas taller than the universe, maybe. The eating commenced, it was dreamy. (is it odd that I am dreaming about mexican food?) After a second helping, I woke up...drooling and starving at 3am.

I entitled this entry as "A Prophecy Through the World of Dreams" because I received an email yesterday saying that if the festival is rained-out tonight, we will be going to a Mexican restaurant. We shall see what comes to pass in our realm where we are merely figments of the gods dreams.
~Gio