My dreams have been getting weirder lately. I'm finding it a lot harder to distinguish between dreams and reality, where I think it's real when it's not, or I'm unsure if something happened when it did. I keep visiting places that I recognise in the real world, but they look different, and my mind insists that the fictitious locations are actually real, or I'll visit a place that I don't realise is real until much later on when I go someplace and realise that I recognise it... Maybe I should see a doctor about this.
A few nights ago I stole a pony from some British gentleman (I think), rode it around, got drunk, sobered up, felt bad about stealing the pony and rode it back to the man who was furious and talking about beheading me and I woke up just after he declared I can keep my head after all. And all this seemed to take place in the Victorian era.
Well, I constantly dream of being in either Italy or Ethiopia. Last night I had a dream that I was in Addis Ababa and I was supposed to meet up with Bezawit Alemu but I couldn't find her, and then I ended up finding out it was a dream, and then I woke up from that dream (into real life, where the spinning top falls over).
I once had a dream I was in some dark and dirty hospital somewhere in Asia waiting to be sterilized. At one point on of the surgeons came to see me and said "Well, you're a foreigner so they might be let out of here."
None of my dreams seem very realistic. Some of them take place in real places (despite that they look NOTHING like the actual location, but my dream self never seems to grasp that), but usually it's just really weird shit going on.