So what does it all mean???

So lately I’ve been dreaming more… a lot more. It’s usually rare that I wake up and remember a dream or two as I don’t generally go into a deep enough sleep most of the time. Lately, though, I’ve been waking up and recalling vividly my dreams - who they were about - what was happening - what I was doing/not doing. Most recently, last night in fact, I dreamt a quite interesting dream; which, interestingly enough, included people I had thought about or talked to the day before.

The first thing I remember was talking with Mike. He was sitting on the floor in an empty room and I was standing in front of him and we had dialog. No idea what was actually said, but we were talking… however he didn’t look at me once. Next, I recall walking on an upper level of a dorm along a railing which overlooked a courtyard of some kind… I was following someone, again, an unknown dialog transpired between us. I realized who the person was, Adam, while we walked into his room. While he was facing a bookshelf, I came up behind him and was kissing his neck, then a little lower on his back… my hands around his body slightly… then I realized I was kissing a box. Yes… a box - which, in my dream was Adam. (Don’t ask me - I am not responsible for what I dream LOL).

What followed next was even stranger… I recall arriving at a church with my mom in our old Pontiac Grand Am (my baby before some bitch made an illegal u-turn and … nevermind - I digress…). As we’re walking up to the church, I realize that I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt and tennis shoes, as my mom was wearing something similar. I see people leaving the church in the same attire but I also see a young boy in a black suit and wearing a flower as if he were in a wedding. When we go inside, we’re walking up the right side of the church and I see the same boy - in the same suit and flower laughing and playing. All of a sudden, I’m sitting in the pews on the left side of the church, about half way back from the front. I see a man take a rope and attach it to the pews dividing the church’s front half of pews from the back. The rope had a sign hanging in the middle that read “Privileged ________”. I can’t remember what the second part of the sign read but it started with “Privileged” and we were behind it. At that point, I then realize this is a funeral. Not entirely sure how I came to that conclusion, but it was in fact a funeral. I had a feeling that the person who had died was a very good friend of mine, but again, not sure who it was.

At this point, it’s dead quiet (no pun intended) in the church and my cell phone goes off… “oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me…”. Nelly Furtado’s “Say It Right” is blaring from my pocket and everyone turns around and looks at me…

That’s when I woke up. My phone was actually ringing and the ringtone had transcended into my dream. Quite an interesting night I must say.