I had a dream...

Obviously I must be desperate for things to write about if I'm about to relate the contents of a dream I had last night (which I am, in case there was room for any doubt. About to relate the contents of the dream that is. Not desperate).

Normally I enjoy dreaming and remembering dreams afterwards (I can honestly say that I've never had a nightmare). I don't have perfect recall by any means, but I do remember a few dreams each week. Most dreams I don't attribute any special significance to, but last night's has being weighing on my mind a little.

I don't recall all of it, but what I do remember is quite straightforward. I went to the cinema by myself and rather than buying a single ticket, I bought three so that the seats on either side of me would be empty. And I grew increasingly irate when other people kept trying to sit in my seats, refusing to accept my explanations that the seats were paid for.

I'm not usually inclined to try to interpret my dreams literally, but it worries me a little that I was actually being unpleasant to some of the other cinema-goers, to the point of downright rudeness even. Not to mention the fact that keeping the empty seats around me was an actively anti-social act to begin with.

Whilst I've always accepted that events and places in my dreams often bear little resemblance to real-life, I've always simply trusted as a matter of faith that the "me" in my dreams was a reasonably accurate reflection of myself - I certainly can't remember any other times that I've acted so... out of character.

I suppose it begs the question: If it's not me in my dreams, who the heck have I been dreaming about all this time?