Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

~~ Edgar Allan Poe

Two nights ago, I dreamt of my best friend’s deceased mother. The night before last, I dreamt that I had something wrong with my inner ear. When I picked at it a little, the entire inside of my ear came loose revealing a massive gaping hole in my head.

But last night/this morning’s dream takes the cake.

I found myself at the Wisconsin lake house of my great aunt and uncle. It’s always held a special place for me, and I’d been thinking of it just yesterday, so that’s not so strange. I did have an awesome time exploring and checking it out. I haven’t been there since I was twelve. I felt odd about being there. I didn’t really have permission to be there, but I didn’t think anyone would mind.

From there I went to my dorm room. Dorm room??? Yeah, I guess I could have caught the clue that I was dreaming at that point, but didn’t. I watched the last minute or so of the San Diego basketball team. The reffing was horrible, and they were losing the game. With 1 second left on the clock, the San Diego coach (who resembled a cross between Rex Ryan and Bobby Knight) was thrown out of the game! Afterward he’d say, “There’s only one reason we lost today—the refs!”

 It was time for a nap. So I laid down and dreamed. A vivid dream of my great uncle—the one who I’ve had paranormal experiences with. I know that we spoke in that dream, but I can’t remember what exactly about. I think he gave his blessing on my new business idea; he was quite the businessman.

I woke up from my nap (still dreaming) and felt a bit off...so I went down to the main floor of the dormitory. It was a hustle and bustle of activity that did nothing for me, so I went back up to the room (or maybe it was a friend’s room), but I couldn’t find it. I knew it was in the corner, but all four corners were girls rooms—and duh, it was a girls only floor! So embarrassed, I hightailed it out of there (back down to the 2nd floor) where I did find my friend’s room.

The corner of the hallway had been converted into a study space of sorts...with a massive big screen projection TV. Football was on—yay! Behind me was the guy whose TV it was. We chatted a bit. When he found out I was from Chicago, he told me his sister lived there. She was a good friend of a Chicago mobster who ensured she got into a really good school, and had a good job.

“The resolution on your TV is incredible,” said I (and it really was, almost 3D).

“Yeah,” said he, “I’m getting a new roommate today and I just hope he’s cool and let’s me keep it here.”

The thing did take up a huge amount of space.

It was then that two of my fraternity brothers showed up! Two pledge brothers in fact. In tow they had “John” who I took to be Big Screen Guy’s new roommate. I looked for him, but he was gone.

And I woke up—my clock read: 4:44.