sweet dreams are made of these...

i had a strange dream the other night. my location was non-specific, but i would say it occurred in a residential area on a country lane. or maybe it was a college campus. who knows.

leaving a main building, i was just starting a run. don't think i was running from anything, but i started with a much speedier pace than real-me would have. saw a friend of mine reading at a picnic table; deliberately ignored him, almost spitefully. dream-me was impatiently irritated for some reason. (i vaguely recall seeing him a couple more times in the dream, and ignored him then, too)

the path i took hugged most of the buildings in the vicinity; that is, i ran along the road, and if there was a driveway or a building, i went down it on one side and then back the other. i was also somehow clocking my distance, but it appeared similar to the way a film does when cutting to another scene and then back. apparently just running around buildings in a couple minutes earned me over a mile and seven tenths.

somewhere in the dream i encountered an old co-worker; one i didn't know especially well but i respected. in my dream there was some kind of "what if" sensation, as if he and i had almost had something together. when i woke up i tried to think back if there was, and of course there wasn't. i'd never even thought of him that way. in fact, i hadn't thought of him at ALL in years.

later on as i ran down the side of another building, i literally ran smack dab into an old friend; the younger brother of my best friend from junior high. as i ran into him, he hugged me and then tried to kiss me. strange, since he's gay.

and then he punched me in the throat.