I seem to be dreaming a lot more lately.

Actually, I suspect it's that my sleep is more disrupted lately because side-effects, so the frequent wakings mean I remember more dreams.

This one was long, long, long, and convoluted, and already most of it has gone out of my head. I was a cat-girl version of my younger self, for I don't know...reasons, I guess?

The first part involved being in this huge mall, where JJ and I were doing...something important, I don't remember, but we also stopped at a store run by somebody I tangentially knew (nobody real, just in the dream I knew her) and I was delighted to find it full of clothes I really liked, both masc. and femme styles! So we were looking for something for me to buy, though there was also a long side-bit about them having a back room next to the men's section that sold cookies, and JJ getting a little too obsessed about peanut butter chocolate chip? And there was something about my ending up losing my original clothes in the dressing room somehow, and having to be naked for a bit. Lol, naked dreams. But I'm not super body shy, so it wasn't a nightmare.

We left, and the dream mood changed abruptly. The dream went to third person, and there was a car accident right outside the mall that left JJ and I both with amnesia. I had complete and total memory loss, and we were separated, because we didn't realize we knew each other, but the dream followed JJ for a while. He went to this art gallery that was run by a woman who for some reason took responsibility for him. His memories were *there* but he had trouble accessing them because he had aphasia, and he's such a words person that his memory was too bound up in language he was lacking. (I don't know if this is a real thing, but it sounds plausible!)

The dream implied he was there, not quite knowing who he was, not quite able to do much or even think, for years, before getting a breakthrough when somebody got him a Lego set. He realized he could spell out letters with Lego bricks, and suddenly he had words in his mind again, and remembered everything, including that he was supposed to have a wife! (Since I was mostly femme in this dream, for whatever reason.)

So he went looking for me, and found me, but of course I had complete amnesia. He realized that there was a place in the mall (oh, right, the gallery was in this same mall, dunno why, and I had been working as a waitress at a diner in the mall myself all these years) where there were historical photos, and it turned out that he and I had been infamous in our youth. So he dragged me there, and when I saw the photo of us together, I started to remember.

At this point I can't recall all the rest of the dream. It became less and less connected to my actual self, the "me" was this former prohibition-era gangster girl, and JJ was of course a mob boss, so now we realized, with our memories back, that we might have old connections, and old troubles out there, so we were running around the city, dealing with various shady people and avoiding the coppers and old gang rivals, and so on. I really don't remember how that all ended.

Eventually I woke up, went "wow, that was quite a dream" and fell back asleep, to immediately dream again about being on a tourist trip with my parents, and telling them about the dream I just had. As in, the above dream. In a dream.

Lol.

Then in the tourist trip dream we got on a bus to go home, and the bus was serving free mimosas for some reason, and I was debating with myself about getting one. Booze in front of the family would cause a conflict, but I really like mimosas?

And just as that was starting to really stress me out, I woke up.

Weird, huh?