Just for background's sake I should note that in New Jersey there used to be a lot of drive in movie theaters, but around the mid 80s they all started to close and now when you drive past them they are overgrown with weeds and stuff, like some archaic tribute to a fad that came and went.
Anyway, in my dream, hipsters started thinking it would be cool to reopen these drive ins, but because they didn't want to leave a carbon footprint to ban cars from them.
So, they all came out and sorta had a mini party in the area where the cars used to be, while watching the new Rambo film. It was a weird mixture of people just hanging out and smoking pot and talking to each other while others stared at the screen and watched the movie.
For some reason, in the dream they were all hipsters, except several girls, who were dressed like 1920s era flappers who were going around selling Coca Cola and popcorn and cigarettes.
It's funny, but I'm always so flattered when my shrink tells me I'm making progress. Particularly when I have no idea what I'm saying or doing to make her think so.
For example, today my session started out with me telling her about a dream I had last night. It was set at my parents home and while I was the age I am now, my brother was about six or seven.
In the dream my dad comes up to me and tells me that the child welfare service people are on their way and I need to go to the store and get juice and fruit, because we don't have any and the government will take The Idiot Child away if we don't have any.
I tell him I'm not sure if I can do it because I need to see my shrink in a half hour and I haven't showered and I can't see her when I'm dirty. He tells me to hurry up and shower because I need to get the fruit and juice if I want to keep our family together.
So, I try to shower, but every time I go up to the bathroom there is someone in there showering already. This goes back and forth with me telling my dad I can't do it and him telling me I have to do it. Each time I go to shower someone is using the shower and I can't.
Finally I give in and I go to the store and take money out of the ATM and buy fruit and juice - all of which are much more brightly colored than fruit and juice are in real life and I drop them off at the house.
Then, I go to see my shrink and while I'm there I realize that I'm dirty and I smell and this makes me start sobbing.
I woke up at this point, with tears streaming down my face.
"That's good," my shrink said.
The rest of the session (in real life, not the dream) was taken up with me telling her how for some reason over the past couple of days I can't stop listening to various live versions of Guns N Roses playing "Knocking on Heaven's Door." (If you are curious, the live from Chicago one on YouTube is particularly good.
She asked me what the chorus of the song sounds like to me (I love that my shrink is up on the same kind of pop culture shit that I am.)
I told her "It sounds like how a child would feel when he first realizes the existence of death."