“You’re Matt?”

Last night I counted 17 dreams that happened or attempted to happen, and I know there were many more that I wasn’t lucid for. An interesting thing about being aware of my dreams is that I know how they affect me, i.e., whether they make me happy, sad, whatever. I always wonder if other people can’t remember their dreams, and if that’s where the saying “got out of the wrong side of the bed” comes from, meaning that they had a dream or series of dreams overnight that triggered them in a certain way.

I was about to get out of bed this morning when another dream started, so I let it play out to see what was going to happen. At first I was working with a man and a woman at some company, and we couldn’t figure out how something was supposed to work. Then the woman and I ended up making out in a car outside the building. After that, she and I were goofing around at some sort of amusement park. I was in a swimming pool, holding some sort of swim/water-related device I had just broken, and decided I had had enough of the dream, so I was about to wake myself up.

As I was initially fiddling with the device, a man who worked there swam over to me, so I waited a moment to see where this would go. He looked at a name tag I didn’t know was on my chest and said, “You’re Matt X?” (where “Matt X” is someone I used to work with).

“That would explain a lot,” I said as I handed him the parts of the device, and then woke myself up.