Another Fascinating Look Into My Psyche

I had another one of these series of dreams within dreams last night: quatre-layered. In each I woke up “rich and discontemporized” (that phrase was told to me in the dream just as I woke up) in an apartment which was always some version of a placed I’ve once lived. In each dream I would wake up amongst groups of different people sitting around having conversations. I would wander around, trying to get my bearings and an answer from someone as to whether or not this was where I really lived. One apartment turned out to be a house. I walked through the sliding glass door into the backyard and found three grey-robed monks sitting around a plastic lawn table eating KFC and discussing whether Sammy on Days of Our Lives was actually a lesbian or not. Come to think of it, there were sliding glass doors in each of the apartments, through two of which I, quite disturbingly, made obscene gestures to the Mexican day laborers who would pass by. In the fifth, authentic, and final awakening, I discovered myself on the floor of my living room, my face in the bookcase and having slept through my alarm.

Thank you box of Little Debbie Reduced-fat Fudge Brownies.