Start with the third dream:

My old middle school/high school orchestra has stayed together. It’s being directed by the middle school director rather than the high school one. There’s a big concert and I decide to grab my cello and go play in it; this is despite the fact that I haven’t played in years (thruth). I am not alone, as some people have showed up in my situation as well, and they haven’t even brought their old instruments. They just sit in the orchestra, wearing their black-tie attire, and distract the musicians. Well, judging by how many empty seats there are, many people who were supposed to show up have not, as the orchestra is only at half seating despite the interloping freeloaders. The concert begins, and I am second chair next to my childhood friend Matt (second dream with him recently… odd) despite my celloless years because the people in front of me haven’t showed. The music was awful: I had never seen it before and it was very hard. The random people in the orchestra continue to talk and distract the earnest musicians. The conductor shoots us looks, stops some songs halfway through out of frustration, and eventually breaks down and runs off stage. The concert is ruined.

Earlier in the night… I walk her to the door kiss her intensely for an indeterminable amount of time, and crawl into bed already regretting my decision to send her away. I drift off to restless sleep at 1:45 AM or so:

The first dream is just a replay of what happened hours before. We start downstairs, eventually piled up on the couch before moving to the loft: flirting, kissing, and clothing starts piling up at the foot of the bed.

I wake up. 3:30 AM. I feel pretty rotten, but I just curse myself and drift right back to sleep.

The next dream was basically what would have happened had I not stopped things. It wasn’t just sex, but more like that really overdone, movie type sex. The kind that when you see the scene you just think “holy damn, that was hot.” You know, like that scene from the beginning of 300. Or Antonio and Salma in Desparado. Or Kate Beckinsale and whatshisface in Underworld: Evolution. I digress. Even though I loathe the term “making love”, it’s pretty much the most appropriate in this case because my dream was so over-produced, as it were.

Wake up again. 4:50 AM. Feeling really stupid now. These dreams were great out of context, but upon waking they felt like nightmares. I pray that I can go to sleep and have a normal, i.e. excessively random and pointless, dream. I finally get one (see above) and then stay in bed until 11:30 because I don’t feel like going to work.

My bed now smells like her which will likely fuck my dreams up for a while even though she is now ~1000 miles away. Sad day indeed.