Wasn't recently, but I've only ever had one dream where, after I woke up, I was compelled to write down everything I remembered. It was the most surreal experience of my life, and here it is:
It starts at some random office in NYC. All of the sudden, I'm in Colorado, climbing up a hill. Soon, children are whizzing by me in sleds as I struggle to avoid them. I notice a ski lift to my right, and when I get to the top I'm at a ski resort. I'm walking right below the lift now, and I get my glove caught in one of the chair lift gears. I manage to get my fingers out before they can get crushed. I get to the top of the mountain and I am greeted by an eclectic sight. They're about to have a longest golf drive competition and some random girl is in it. I look at my surroundings and there's a tailgate going on. It looks like the Sabres are in town to play the Colorado Avalanche. It's a good thing I'm wearing my Sabres jersey. I am in awe at and in love with my surroundings. I leave you guys behind to talk with some tailgaters that happen to be wearing Sabres jerseys. Our conversation feels real but soon the woman I was talking to and her kids leave, looking back at me suspiciously as they trek up a hill. I notice how beautiful yet difficult the terrain is here, and I joke around with a tailgater/skier about how taxing it is to traverse. It should be dark outside but the winter is making sunset stretch for hours. I look to the mountains and realize that Macchu Picchu is next to us. This could have been the point where I became lucid, but my mind quickly told me I was next to Peru and it all made sense. It was breathtaking; I thought we were on a high mountain but these ruins went up to the heavens and became shrouded in a mist of secrecy, straining the eye to see the very top. You found me, upset, after this experience, and we made our way back to wherever we were staying. You had held onto my phone case for me and I asked for it back, you dropped it but none of my cards fell out The sun had finally gone down and we were treated to a couple of minutes of fabulous Northern Lights in the sky above. You navigated the steep terrain and walked between houses to get back to our car, but I struggled to see you until I turned my flashlight app on on my phone. As we made our way back, something felt wrong. I started to feel my teeth; they were disturbingly loose. I thought it was just my back molars, and you informed me that you had lost your teeth in the back of your mouth already. You were happy to report that these back teeth only complicated things and it was much better without them. By this point, we were driving in your car, still somewhere in Colorado. I wiggled my top teeth around again, but to my horror, they were all loose. That's when I pulled out my entire row of top teeth. I sorted through each tooth; they all had varying levels of damage. I was impressed at how little blood there was, but I was freaked out and I asked you why this was happening to me. You calmly informed me that it was because I smoke. We were driving past a strip mall in a populated area, searching for a hospital, when I finally awoke from this surreal slumber.