Fasten your seat belts. This may be the second most important post I've ever made. I've been pondering a dream I really had years ago.
At the start of the dream, I'm walking out of a parking garage onto the streets of a big city, I think it's New York. I'm walking down the sidewalk and someone steps on the back of my foot, like on my heel. I turn around and there's this lady behind me, but whatever, it was an accident, no big deal. Then it happens again. Then it happens a third time. I turn around and look at her and she angrily says "get away from me". I'm like "get away from you? You're the one following me and messing with me!" Then some other lady says to me "don't mind her, she's just a street crazy" or some other more politically correct term maybe.
Next thing in the dream I'm in a hotel room, with my girlfriend at the time and someone who looks like that street lady seated on a couch. She looks sick, I think she had a hospital gown on, or was attached to an IV unit or something. I sit on the couch next to her and there's some kind of folder or notebook on the coffee table in front of the couch. I start reading it and it seems to have medical information like doctor's notes or something. I assume it's about the sickish lady sitting next to me but my girlfriend says "that information is about me". Except my girlfriend communicates those words to me telepathically, direct to my mind without using her mouth. I continue reading and there's a line which says "Allergies" and it says "none". It also states that the patient has previously lived in Hungary. I turn to my girlfriend and say "this can't be about you. You've told me you have like a dozen allergies, and you've never mentioned living in Hungary." She telepathically says "I can prove it" and walks out of the room.
While she's gone, I pick up the folder again but it's changed into some kind of music magazine, and there's a lengthy article about Judas Priest. I don't have to time to read it because after about ten seconds later she walks back into the room accompanied by Rob Halford, singer for Judas Priest. The three of us sit down and are making small talk. Rob seems bored. The subject of her medical information does not come up. At one point I ask her "how do you know Rob?" then I wink at Rob and say "don't worry, I'm not jealous" which I intended as a little gay joke but he didn't seem to appreciate the joke at all. After a few minutes (in dream time) Rob says he has things to do and has to get going. As he's leaving, I felt bad about the joke which fell flat so I thought I'd say something nice. I pointed at the magazine and said "Hey that's a really good article about you guys". He just looks at me, doesn't respond, and walks out. My girlfriend says to me, "It's not a good article. It's mostly about them eating fish." Then I felt extra bad because I guess Rob knew it was not a good article and I was telling a little white lie.
Anyways, since I recently found out I was going to die someday, I thought it was important to put this on the internet, because paper gets yellowed and decays over time, but digital information is forever. I like to think that a million years from now, I will be wasting someone's time when they accidentally click on this. People sometimes say the digital internet is great because it's fast and saves time. Oh, no, no, no. The internet is only great for wasting time.
