The Temporality of Dreams

I had a really cool dream this morning. I know most people don’t like to sit there and hear someone elaborately spell out every detail of their dream, so I won’t do that. But I will just say my favourite part. It involved me and some friends and family traveling through some underground secret passages made by my friend Jesse (yep Jesse). And they went all over town (the town in this case being Port Moody for some reason), and at the end, in the last room, there was a tv and vcr with a tape we could watch of what we looked like trying to figure out all of these secret passages. Now, I think most of that was quite unrealistic since it requires more underground real estate than I think Jesse could get a hold of. But if he did somehow have secret passages somewhere, it seems entirely likely that he would put closed-circuit cameras in it to see what people did. That just seems like a very Jesse thing.
It was one of those dreams that when I woke up, it was so cool that I wished there was a real place like that. It was just so fun to be a part of, it made me sad that it’s not real. Like flying dreams, one of which I had the other night. I wish I could fly, or at least hover above the ground.