Oh man, Freud would have a field day with this one. I dreamt about Lead last night, very vividly, for the first time in a long time. And if you don’t know the story behind the nickname/the person, then that’s because everything involving him happened before I even knew you. Yeah, it was that long ago.

Anyway.

So in this dream it’s like ten years into the future. I’m at some reunion/huge science conference somewhere in the U.S. Who do I see there but Lead. He’s some big shot scientist now—very fitting. He seems surprised to see me there, and asks me what I’m doing with my life. Apparently I work for the census bureau (also very fitting). He’s like, “oh, really? I never saw you in that sort of career, that’s really cool,” and we have this really pleasant, congenial discussion. I start to think he’s kinda coming on to me. 

It’s then that I notice he’s got this huge pole of metal with him (here we go…). It’s like ten feet tall with all these weird elbow joints in it. I ask him what it is and apparently it’s one of the main components for a big research project he’s working on. Not ten seconds later, he asks me to “hold it” while he goes off and does something else. So he oh-so-metaphorically gives me his huge pole. And he’s gone.

And I lose the pole. Somewhere. Probably outside, because the dream shifts and I’m out in these dusty hills searching for it. Instead, I find a backpack with a gun in it. Even though I knew he was going to hate me for losing his pole, I was so excited to go back inside and talk to him that I gave the gun to a pair of kids wandering around outside (because without it, one of them said, their mother was going to have to “go back on welfare again”) and run back inside the building.

But my damn alarm goes off and I don’t get to talk to him again.

Ugh. Sometimes I wonder, you know? This was almost as weird as the “fruit suit” dream.