A while back, I watched a Korean drama called Twinkling Watermelon, which is about a high schooler who goes back in time and meets his dad when he was also in high school. After finishing it, I dreamed that I met my dad when he was around my age, but it turned into a sex dream. It wasn’t necessarily the most absurd, grotesque, or unhinged dream I’ve ever had, but it was definitely the wildest in my opinion because of the implications.
I had a dream that Freddie Mercury didn’t die. But he got middle-aged and fell out of popularity. And I watched him perform on the stage of an elementary school with no band. Singing “Don’t Stop Me Now” while sort of running in place and wearing a suit covered in oversized blue sequins. And he had no confidence in himself. His voice was quiet as he ran through the song. He didn’t look anyone in the eye.
I was deeply affected by this.