Hitchhiker's Guide To My DreamsWhen I was growing up, I used to read and reread The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. My mother gave me my copy of the book which used to be her mother's. It was a genuine leather bound edition with the gold-lined pages--I swear people used to think I was a Bible-reading fanatic.
It made it into my dreams when I was about a sophomore in high school. Living in a small town, the school was also small and I knew a lot of the people I ran into during my dreams.
This particular dream lead to me to believe that my dearest friend (also my cousin) stole my precious copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide(...) and I spent most of the dream persuing him until I chased him off of a cliff and into the ocean.
I live in a semi-arid climate, there are no oceans.
It was only after I chased him away that I realized my book was in my hand the entire time, but upon opening--I found his name crossed out where ever there was supposed to be an "Arthur Dent."
Waking up never felt so real.