Had at least a couple of dreams last night, but the one I remember most of was earlier on.
Not that I remember most of it - just that a guy I knew from school years ago somehow became a part of my current circle of friends, some of whom I've known since my school days also. We were all at (or possibly hosting) a party in some weird, multi-storey building and the main thing I remember is the "new guy" (let's call him T) being incredibly drunk or otherwise intoxicated and sprawling headfirst out of a doorway.
I'm unsure if I managed to catch him before he faceplanted on either the walkway or a garden bed, but shortly I was half-dragging him along in the hopes of getting him home safely. It wasn't until I was at some sort of train station that I realised I had no idea where he lived (he was quite a new addition to the group after all), and so dream-me decided that the best course of action was just to wildly guess which train he might need to catch, then head back to the party and ask my friend if it was correct.
Nice quick thinking, dream-me. Yeah that's just a great idea.
Fortunately, though, when I returned to the party and managed to get my friend's attention - he was upstairs in the building playing some game which seemed to vaguely resemble Saints Row or something along those lines, a criminalistic open-world third person thingy with detailed character customization) with an audience of at least two possibly drunk girls who appeared to be offering input on the design of the character in-game - it turned out that T did, in fact, live on the train line I'd left him on. Phew.
Or maybe my friend just said that to shut me up, having little concern for the fate of T. We never did like him much in high school.
Who knows whether he would have woken up from his stupor in time to disembark at the correct stop, anyway.
Only other dream I remember is almost too fragmented to be bothered describing... a scene in some sort of foreign bar/hotel/boarding house with a bunch of (drunk?) Australian adventurers, possibly off-duty soldiers from what I remember of their outfits, who were up to various shenanigans frowned upon by the local law and that were likely to land them in jail if they weren't careful.
And they
weren't careful - I think there was one guy (the "straight man" to use a tragically archaic terminology) who was horrified by the blasé attitude with which his companions were behaving - drunk off their arses, gleefully scooping drugs up their noses in the place's tiny bathroom and goodness knows what else (I don't remember, sadly), generally breaking a tonne of laws in what I believe was quite a strict little country.
Yeah, I don't really remember much of either of those dreams, but I am trying to get into the habit of recording them no matter how trivial... and I was sitting before my computer and too cold to remove my blanket and go over to get my book+pen.