I had a dream last night, that I can only remember bits and pieces of.
Ashley was the “girl” in this dream. She only closely resembled Ashley, but didn’t look exactly like her. Her name wasn’t even Ashley. But somehow, I knew it was Ashley. I’ve been doing good as far as forgetting her goes, and I think the only reason I dreamt of her is because we drove through “Ennis” on our way home.
In another part of the dream, there were a large number of people going to eat at a very nice Denny’s. Ashley had a boyfriend, so I did the nice thing by sitting as far away from her and him as I could. But, another girl sat down next to him, and she walked over to where I was and sat down beside me. I had a huge porfolio of photographs, mostly nudes, with me at the table and I was flipping through it’s pages. At one point, Ashley commented, “those are good,” and began our conversation.
I can only remember a few things from the conversation we had. First of all, I didn’t know Ashley. I’m pretty sure I was interested in her, but didn’t really know her at all. So a lot of the conversation was getting to know you type stuff. I also remember that, throughout the conversation, she would allude to being a Lesbian, and then say something that made me think she wasn’t. By the end of the conversation I had not determined if she was gay or straight.
There were a bunch of dancers at this Denny’s with us as well. I’m sure that was also brought into the dream because I was thinking of Ashley.
I remember one other part of the dream. We all had to order food, yet, for some reason, my menu only had six items on it, all of them costing above $60 and all of them not what I wanted. I wanted breakfast food, and there wasn’t any even on the menu. It wasn’t until the waitress came and started taking the orders of other people that I realized I was looking at the “Mother’s Day Dinner” menu.
The rest of the dream is only vaguely visible to me now. I remember running through a drainage ditch. I remember spying on people a lot, so I think maybe I was a detective or a investigator of some sort. I had a little jet fueled motorcycle that could sort-of fly as my method of transportation. It had some cool electronics on it that allowed me to track people. One of the people I was watching lived in a house that was about 80% glass.