Meeting Yourself in a Dream

My sleep schedule is completely out of whack. I don't know which way is up and feel like my life has been fragmented into small time blocks. I slept for 4 hours at 8:30p last night and another 4 from 8a this morning. It has been messing with my dreams too.

I had a dream last night about meeting parts of me. It was a somewhat small room and there were 5 or 6 of me, including myself. There was a muscle me. He was HOT! There was the creative uber-gay me. There was a wealthy me. Distinguished in an old fashioned way with a pipe. I don't remember who else was there. It was pretty cool. I was able to ask them questions and learn a little about myself.

This morning, the dream somewhat repeated. Instead of a small room, I was on stage at a large theater. Every seat filled with a different me. Every desire and desire personified as yours truly. I asked the man behind the curtain if I could speak with the ones I spoke with before. He explained that they are fragmented in the audience, and then they appeared, vacating more seats than they could currently occupy.

As I scanned the audience, I noticed a very fat James sitting in the front row chowing down on white cheddar popcorn, my favorite snack. Without thinking, I reached behind me to grab a gun tucked into my pants and shot him. He dropped to the floor, dead.

The man behind the curtain said 'You can't kill anyone here.' He spoke of exile, but recurrent escapes will happen. When I exiled him, several James' with broad shoulders dragged him out, still unconscious. Again, I was able to ask questions.

Someone pointed out that there were black ghosts in the theater. Knowing this was a dream, I pulled out some special glasses and put them on. These removed the dark ghosts from view. Then, every James put on a pair simultaneously.

I guess this dream is fairly straight forward. The man behind the curtain is my subconscious, who whispers to me while I am on stage. Yes, I am gay, for anyone who was wondering.