I had this weird dream that I was celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. It occured in two locations.
The dream started with me in a crowded bar. The bar had wooden boothes, was multi-level and crowded. The only person at the time with me was Matt. I went to go look for people, and Matt went to do shots with the table next to us. They weren’t normal shots though. They were some sort of alcoholic cheese shots (doesn’t sound good now, but looked good in my dream). Anyways they lined up for shots for Matt and he started chewing his way threw the shots.
I went looking for other people outside on this trail, and joined this group of people looking at a frog. The frog was largely immobile but got around by sticking to larger animals with its tongue. I followed the group to a pond under a bridge where an instructor told us all about the frog. Then the instructor led us inside of a school where he handed us each road flares. He gave me a lit flare and told me to go in the closet so I could see what it looked like in the dark. The closet had two doors, and despite me opening a window started filling up with smoke. People on the the otherside of the second door started asking if I was smoking in there.
I got annoyed, left and went back to the bar. There I found Pat and Jen Lafleur (a girl I went to high school with). Both were heading to the bathroom, and I headed to the bar. I asked for a Guinness, and Pat came up behind me. I remember having to pay for my drink before she poured it (it was two bucks for a Guinness, good deal). I told Pat to order while the bartender (a woman) was there. Pat didn’t want Guinness, he wanted some drink that started with an A, Alkazam or something of the sort. He paid for his drink and she got him his glass and started to walk away. I caught her and reminded her I hadn’t had my Guinness yet. She laughed and pulled out this gallon pitcher and filled it half way. I started saying “Holy shit Pat, all this for $2.” To celebrate we did shots (regular shots, Jameson I believe). We then headed back to our area (where the dream started).
On the walk back I passed Alan Hutchinson, and remember thinking he looked good and was doing well, but didn’t talk to him. I don’t even think he recognized me. When we got back Dan was lined up to do cheese shots. We all laughed as he was doing his shots (at this point our group consisted of Matt, Pat, Dan, Jen Lafleur, Derek and myself). Weird that Jen was in with a group of my college friends.
And then I woke. The strangest part of this dream is that I swear I was half awake for the whole thing. It was after I had woken up at 2 am, and was laying in bed with my eyes closed, but heard the AC, heard the ferret scrambling in her cage, heard everything going on in the bedroom the whole time of the dream. It was definitely strange, but I also think that’s what allowed me to remember most of the dream.
