It wasn't so much a dream within a dream, part of my day within the dream, and I only remember it now because I spent so much time in the dream telling everyone about it - partially because I thought was story-worthy, and partially because people kept asking my what I had written on my arm.

I was in a parking lot of a business attached to a hotel, at an intersection I vividly recall knowing well, but damned if I can remember it now. I was working on something... Cleaning out my car? What I did for work? Regardless, I could suddenly hear, in my head, the voice of a child trying to convince a sibling and whoever was driving that he could hear a ghost talking. And that it was nearby, and he wanted them to stop so he could listen to it. What was weird was that I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, I could only... sense the child's reaction to what was said, but I knew they weren't making themselves clear or selling their story very well. It seemed like they were in slow-moving traffic, or at a really long stoplight, because I could clearly hear this for a while, and get a sense of rising frustration, as well as more and more of the sensation of the rest of the conversation - it was like the child was so sure of his conviction, of what he heard (in the dream I kept thinking it was a he, but was never sure) that he was broadcasting his thoughts to whoever was able to receive them.

Eventually, I was so intrigued that I got in my car and started to drive around the area to see if could locate them, to no avail. I tried to grab a pen or marker to write down the salient points so I'd remember, but for some reason, I couldn't get just one out of the huge zip-lock bag on m passenger seat (?). Eventually, still driving, I got one marker out, but it was white, and wouldn't write well on my arm. Which I recall being foam rubber... which in turn makes me think I might have been a muppet. in the dream. I pulled over, into the hotel parking lot on the other side of the block from where I started, to get a different marker (maroon, I think) and write down everything I could remember (on my arm, still) until what I was hearing dissolved into a quiet jumble, as they perhaps drove out broadcast range. At the end, I got the strong impression of the adult (or adults) trying to change the subject on the kid, and talk about a sport or activity which eventually put _me_ in mind of swimming, so I went to friend or relative's house and went swimming (either I wasn't working like I think I was, or hey - f@ck work).

Two further interesting notes:

1. While at the pool, I came up with a comedy routine involving asking a dolphin how to keep water out of my scuba mask ("what's a mask?", the dolphin would ask me) which was hilarious, and only lends credence to the "I might have been a muppet" theory. Also, because it was a dream, the dolphin started as a remote control pool toy, and became a real, albeit miniature, dolphin, capable of living in chlorinated pool water. That it could talk was only part of the comedy routine. :)

2. I wonder if the "ghost" that the child could hear was my thoughts, broadcast in a similar fashion, but I don't remember thinking anything so strongly that I would broadcast it. It also could have been someone else's thoughts, or a real ghost. I do remember that, although an adult myself, I didn't think it far-fetched that there was a ghost, and spent a lot of the time trying to think where in the area the ghost was for the kid to hear it.

So this marks the first time I can remember a dream because I wrote it down in the dream, on my own arm, in maroon felt-tip marker.

-ir out.

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