The thing about dreams is that there seems to be a force in the normal human mind that doesn't want you remembering them. Even if you can keep your mind around it, because it's built by your subconscious, it often won't make any sense in the retelling.

All this is by way of justifying why I haven't posted any of them recently. But the streak ends for today.

Last night I had the most amazing dream. Even now, the details are starting to fall apart, and the trials of the day are starting to interfere, but the most basic feelings from the dream still persist.

I was expecting a few friends to stop by for something. Just two of three, and not for anything big, but I was scrambling around to get everything ready. At this point, I notice someone walking down the street toward my home. It's a friend of mine, but not one of the people I was expecting.

And then another. And another. Pretty soon the whole thing had evolved into the Power Walk from the end of an action show title sequence. I will point out that, with a couple of exceptions (My girlfriend, etc.), none of these people were actually people I know, though many of them seemed to be 'based on' people I know, and they all seemed familiar, with their own backstories and half-remembered shared histories.

And they filed into my home, forming a line (to what end, I'm not sure), and as I walked along this line, sharing my half-remembered reminisces about our shared histories in a scene not unlike that one from The Three Amigos, and the thing I remember most clearly, aside from the oddness that all these people from my (admittedly fictionalized) past would randomly decide to drop in on me at the same time, was the overwhelming sense that all these years, during which I had thought myself to be impoverished in friendships, I actually had accumulated all these dozens of people who thought of me as a friend and cared about me enough to stop by for a visit.

And that was really, really great.

There was more to the dream, a sort of Canterbury Tales-style series of shorts which I gather were the reminiscences of my past history with each guest (Okay, that kinda cheapens the dream to realize that I dreamed a clip show). One of them involved planting a surveilance bug on a gangster at a fancy restaurant, then escaping by leaping from the mezanine into a swiming pool below (the lead role in this sequence was played by that guy who plays Logan on Veronica Mars). Another involved a series of daring rescues of kidnapped psychics from the evil shadow-military-industrial-bad guys. The Noxema girl played the heroic psychic who scanned the mind of each captor for the code to unlock the captured psychic, I played the guy whose job it was to hold off the guards while she did this, and Michael Shanks played one of the captured psychics, who surprised us by using his godlike powers to paralyze all the bad guys during a key scene.