OK another dream last night. It’s weird, I can’t remember every dreaming before a couple years ago.. anyways..

I’m in a kind of spaced out montage, where I’m in my body, but also observing myself from a 3rd person perspective at the same time, and I’m moving a little off.. like time has been sped up for what I’m doing, but my 3rd person perspective isn’t sped up, so I’m watching myself zoom around and do different things, and then a jump, like a movie edit and I’m doing something else.. all in the course of a day.. and there’s an interesting thing.. with me in every scene is my friend Jon.

Then the last bit of the dream is me leaving work and trying to find the right subway train to take home, and I keep ending up on the platform or in the hallway for the ‘Yellow Line’ train, and I know that’s not the right one, but I don’t know how to get to the right one. Then I see, across one hallway, Jon again, reading a book on one of those moving sidewalk dealios. I see the sign above him, pointing in the direction he’s moving, and it reads ‘Green Line’. “Aha!” I think. The green line train is the one I need. So I run across and jump on the walkway. When I finally arrive at the platform, I walk down one little way and in the next one over I see a couple of people, whom I don’t know handcuffed to the railing along the wall, and (in the way that things can only make sense in a dream), I know that the traffic cops have taken to just cuffing offenders there and collecting them at the end of their shift. I also see Jon and his wife crouched next to one of the handcuffed people, ministering to her. Talking to her, offering her water. I didn’t go over to them, or call out, or make my presence known, I just kept on my little walkway towards the train and watched them get further away, with a distinct knowledge that it was I that was moving, and not them.

Then…. awake.

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