Drinking leads me to terrible sleep patterns and strange dreams. But dreams are inherently strange.
Like most dream sessions, this morning was more of a floating series of vignettes. Like an episode of LOUIE. Not really funny, sometimes insightful, sometimes moving, often times excruciating. There was one sequence that's hard to describe because the narrative thread is so fractured. You know those dreams that start to disintegrate from memory almost as soon as you wake, and all you're left with are moments and emotions. This one involved someone's large, luxurious apartment. A box of Japanese prepackaged snacks that included all these little rice ball things and seaweed. Some sort of street fair/parade where a woman embraced me from behind and held onto me for a while, which was comforting. And then I met another woman who I felt similarly warm toward. Those are the main parts that remain of that sequence.
Another sequence had a much clearer action...
I'm in a car with my current work crew. The boss is driving, I'm shotgun, and we are going way too fast down a snow-covered road. Car catches air as we bump over a small hill and we are not letting up. Soon after, the car starts to drift and we lose control. We skid off the road and onto a partially frozen lake. There are people all around this lake and they scatter as our car careens off the edge of frozen surface and plunges into the water. We are now SINKING... and almost immediately, hammerhead sharks are swarming around our slowly drowning vehicle.
We all get out and swim toward the shore -- which is now some sort of resort where people are sunning themselves.
What does any of it mean? Loss of control. Career uncertainties. Fear of sharks. I can pick it apart and interpret it to pieces but it all comes down to a bunch of stuff that's been on your mind for a while. It's all just a bunch of stuff, isn't it?