I had two very vivid dreams last night. I only remember bits from both, so you’ll have to bear with me. The first took place at a train station. It was raining and everything was a greyish tint. The trains were late, and there was an announcement that I heard through some type of radio device that only I had. The announcement said that station workers would be handing out condoms, and everyone would be required to wear one over their entire body. My dream-state assumption was that it would be to protect us from the rain. There was much more to the dream, but that’s all I can remember.
The second dream played more like a television show. I was courting a woman who was about my age, shorter, and with curly blonde hair. The dream went to six months ahead (I knew this because there was a title displayed saying “SIX MONTHS LATER”). The girl had chopped her hair and dyed it a dark color and was being “evaluated” by some of her friends who determined she had “done everything in the book.”
I think people have trouble getting up in the morning because their dreams tend to be more vivid than real life. It must be the case for some people anyway.
No, I didn’t go to jail last night. The short story goes like this: The court session was postponed. This way I’ll get at least two more opportunities to be nervous all day.