Dream Theatre pt. 2

Well with Cam tucking his tail between his legs and running away to Owen Sound I'm left with little to do and less to write about. I guess I could continue to post horrible things about him in his absence but my heart just isn't in it.
In lieu of, here's another installment of dream theatre: I had a crazy dream last night. Okay, so let me start by saying that about half of my dreams take place in the same imagined cityscape with numerous fictional but consistent landmarks. My favourite is probably the downtown section where there are at least two corner stores per block and I have lived in virtually every apartment building along the main street at one point or another. I have decided to name this place Dreamopolis. Well last night I got off the bus in the west end of Dreamopolis around the industrial district near the bridge. I had intended to transfer to another bus going somewhere else but I found my steps taking me to a building surrounded by a junkyard with a high fence. Even though it looks nothing like it in real life, in the dream I knew this was Proto, a place I used to work. It was around six or seven in the morning so no one was around yet; against my will my feet carried me inside. I immediately began to feel dizzy and sick, almost drunk but not as cool. I stumbled around trying to find the door and exited to find myself suddenly back in my own house, but things didn't look right. Everything was fuzzy at the edges and my eyes felt all grainy. I was still very dizzy and I think I might even have vomited a little in the dream. I got the idea in my head that I had fallen asleep inside my dream, I opened my eyes and found myself back in Proto still trying to exit. This repeated at least once more before I finally got away from there.
Immediately after this I switched to a dream where I was some character in a tv show visiting a doctor about his problem of dream elements appearing while he is awake. While he/I (the line becomes blurred sometimes when I'm dreaming) is explaining it there's a selective shift and the doctor becomes a character from some other dream. It's all very confusing to write down, but you know how things just naturally make sense at the time in dreams.
There's not really a point to this story, except that it was pretty weird. And it seems strange that my brain takes ideas from one dream is like "hey, that would make a pretty cool idea for a tv show, let's try that next." Well guess what brain, it was a pretty lame idea, do some more research next time.