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I have a friend named Anthony Sass. Anthony is a singer who calls himself the Hilary Duff of gay pop. We met on MySpace a few months ago and only hung out once – but for 5 hours straight. We had lunch in the West Village, stomped all over Thompson Square and eventually ended up in Virgin Megastore’s cafe on Union Square. I learned quite a few things about Anthony that day – he graduated with a degree in PR, moved around a lot before coming to NYC, and shared my obsession with Swedish pop. Still, he was more of an acquaintance – although a very amiable one – and I couldn’t say I knew him all that well.

A few days ago Anthony randomly appeared in my dream. All night we were running around in an old castle, climbing the stairs of white marble, hiding from the guards. A bunch of times we nearly got caught, but Anthony would ’save’ me at the last moment – or I would ’save’ him. Smooth little criminals we were!

The dream haunted me the entire next day – suddenly, it felt like Anthony and I were best friends who’d been through some serious adventures together. Even messaging him on MySpace, I felt like I was talking to someone I knew a lot better than I actually did. The make-believe experience in the dream seemed to have added a few hours to our friendship (on my end, at least), somehow deepening it. I’m sure my brain will readjust eventually and things will get back to normal, but for now, it’s the weirdest feeling, ever. Maybe it’s a sign Anthony and I should hang out again – who knows what sort of adventures we’ll get ourselves into this time!

And then there’s the recurring high school dream. Suddenly am back in Russia and it’s 1998. I am in a classroom in my old high school. My classmates are all the same, like I remember them 10 years ago; they have no idea something’s off. They are all talking about the upcoming test, when what they really should be worried about is how their classmate Xenia ended up back here when she is actually 27 years old and haven’t lived in Russia for years. In the dream, I am scared of being found out but the fear of failing and embarrassing myself at the test is even greater.

Deerlings: Do you have any recurring dreams? Any weird dream experiences?