I had an interesting dream. Kinda took place after the events of Torchlight II last night with my character (rebuilt as myself; think SAO) and revived housecat with a rebuilt avatar/in-game pet (we called them a teacup panther, due to his size and appearance) as a full-sized panther (still the same Casanova/ultra-kind, yet surprisingly vicious, of a cat he was in his mortal existence). I visited a more modern tavern to have a drink, and a rather cute waitress (wild-messy-haired brunette, golden eyes; a different, yet familiar appearance) has been eying me the whole time for a good half-hour, and ordered me a strange drink, on the house. Basically it was delivered like a tankard of Guinness with a glass of mead dropped inside it or somesuch, like one of those liquor combo drinks (and it was a ton of booze for a tankard, like double-wide; somewhere between 36-48 oz.). As I was downing it, and my ex-pet enjoying their well-earned share, the waitress decided to take a break and spend their time flirting with me, wondering what I was up to, and getting to know me. I spent the dream talking about the crazy shit I did and found, and despite my arachnophobia, absolutely annihilating a spider colony or few, especially after parting ways with my siblings' adventuring party. Also soloing what my brothers and their friends had struggled with on their parted-quest from me. She was impressed, and laughed in such a way, it sounded like she wanted to join me on a quest or few, not only to witness my badassery, but also to partake in her own for me to witness.
Not often a girl that cute acknowledges how badass I was (last time that happened IRL, a co-worker (not like the girl in dreamspace), who was already claimed (one of the few that wasn't mean about it. Even their BF nearby took it as a compliment, and accepted my apology for asking her out, unaware their BF was nearby; no awkwardness later on either. I still respect that.), witnessed me down a full cup (about 8 oz. at least; maybe 16 oz.; I forget, but not because of the booze) of Jagermeister after a long-ass workday (my town is full of weaklings affected by even 4 oz. of that stuff), she was also in the same shift for.).
Anyway, I had my senses at full-force, so I got drunk off some good booze, and enjoyed having a girl actually like me, and take time out of her day to hit on me; instead of the "requirement" that I do the hitting on, only to inevitably get shot down with extreme prejudice, as is par for the course in my life (and everyone I talk to IRL is still puzzled why I no longer approach women these days; I did my part for long enough with enough psychological, spiritual, and physical wounds to show for it. It's their turn, for once to take a risk. And for the "Feminist" types (sorry) that like to start things up; it's equality, ladies. Pay your dues. Approach the men, for once.).
It was a nice dream. It's a shame that I socialize better in the dream-worlds than I do IRL. Maybe my inner worlds have far less assholes in it than meatspace does. If we're going to analyze it, I don't have high expectations for people IRL to generally be nice to me, without some motive behind it (essentially, being obligated to be nice to me). So to put it, a good saying comes to mind "Go where you're celebrated, not tolerated.". While on that note, what made me most comfortable about the dream was that I was hit on, and I didn't have to change a damn thing about myself (so to speak, she saw the player, not the character); I was respected for being the raw unrefined/unabridged me, not "Me" or "Myself", or groomed to an excessive degree, or any other self-help or BS-advised nonsense. I was me, and that was all I needed to be; and I return(ed) the same level of respect. She was messy, sorta unkempt, not acting nice for tips, but was also pretty cute because of it. She was kinda normal, not "normal" like society tends to act. She was just living another (work)day in her reality's life, and took a legitimate interest in me while at it. It's odd that fantasy seems more real than real life. As in, I can more easily identify (with) a person there, than over here. Real Life just seems like an act, and is all kinds of predictable; yet my dreams lack that element, and hold my interest more.