So I went to bed, intending to not do any major subs. Or maybe do a loop or 2 of Rebirth Q.
As I was building the stack to sleep to in me iPhone, an idea took hold.
I loaded up:
The Playlist
I had a dream I was back in the Navy. I haven’t journaled about this much, but I get “back in the Navy” dreams most times I listen to “healing” or “breakdown” subs.
In this dream, I was in the Navy again (not still. These dreams always involve me going BACK in), I was on a submarine again (Submarine communications for 11 years).
The dream:
I basically have the sole task of carrying around a bottle of Scotch that has to be delivered…but I have no idea WHO I am supposed to deliver it to. I keep having to give out shots of the Scotch to people in exchange for me getting it “delivered.” Think One Red Paperclip type scenario. Similar to that.
By the time the bottle is nearly empty, I say “Man. FUCK this. I haven’t even had any of this fine-ass Scotch.”
So I take a swig out of the bottle…there’s enough for another shot left after that.
I finally find myself at a big “Restaurant” type scene in this submarine. Far too big to work in reality of course. I spy my Commanding Officer and his wife in a sort of secluded spot…I take him the bottle and say “Captain, sir. I finally got it here.”
He takes it, looks at it disapprovingly, “I wish there were more here.”
And I say, “Sir, I promised to get it to you, and it took some doing, but here’s what I have for you.”
He suddenly seemed very pleased with my answer.
Next thing I know, I’m in a different, probably a completely different dream.
I’m seated next to the actress Sarah Wright (Olsen). I’ve always found her cute, and the dream is no exception.
Sarah Wright Olsen
I keep trying to escalate with her but being subtle about it.
Rubbing her arm, and all sorts of shit.
She giggles a bit and then says “You know I’m taken.”
I say “I know. And I respect that. I know you’re married to Dax Sheppard.” (She’s married to Eric Olsen in real life, of course.)
Anyway, at one point, I even try to engage her by making small talk about her “husband”.
Me: “Is Dax really as high-energy as he seems in interviews, or is that all an act?”
She never really answers, then it’s time for us all to get back on whatever bus brought us on this “field trip”(?)
I do remember at one point, she said “You’re basically friend-zoned” and I said “Only until I decide I’m done with that and then I claim you. After that, you’re mine.”
