I don’t know or understand how or why our minds have the ability to pull the most random off the wall things from our memories and compile them into dreams, but they do.
For instance last night I had a dream that made completely no sense at all in any regard. Someone needs to dissect it for me.
Starting from as far back toward the beginning as I can remember…
I awoke from sleeping (in a dream, wtf) at my ex-boyfriends’ mom’s house (yes Josh, Ms. Pat was in my dream; no you weren’t). For some reason I was staying there alone with her. She reminded me that I had over slept for my trip. Apparently I was supposed to be meeting all my friends for a vacation in Savannah. So I quickly grabbed my bags and got in the car and drove off. Now for some reason several hours passed and I decided to stop at some random crappy hotel in the middle of nowhere. I went and checked in, went up to the room (I swear it was the Bates Motel) and by the time I got back down to the parking lot to get my bag from the car; the car was gone! In it’s place in the same spot there was a car just like mine, only red instead of grey, and it was beat all to hell. I called the police because my car was stolen. When they came and listened to my story they wouldn’t believe me. The cop took my keys and they fit the locks on the red car, and he just wouldn’t believe someone stole my car, changed the locks between them and left their shitty car in it’s place…
Now the dream progressed on, apparently I gave up and just drove the shitty red car onward to Savannah. Upon arriving I met up with my friends and we went to some park that was similar to Stone Mountain, just without a mountain (I don’t get it either). The details of what happened are a bit fuzzy but I remember something about kites and a lake and fish; but I’ll digress.
After that I was somehow back in high school finishing finals (dunno how that happened) and I was in a wheel chair. I could walk though, and often did around this part of the dream. For some reason though I could walk around inside the school, but whenever I went outside I had to use the wheel chair even though I didn’t need it… After classes were done I went and met my ‘friends’ (none of which I actually personally know, they were just blurry faces to me) at the movies because everyone wanted to see the new X-Men movie. Everyone cut in line to get tickets and didn’t get caught, but I did when I tried it and I got yelled at by the big behemoth woman. I told her off and left the theater because I really didn’t want to see the movie anyway. Which is completely true, I really don’t like X-men stuff anyway.
Somehow time and space travel on and the theme of the dream changed again. Now I was sitting at some japanese restaurant that was sampling different alcoholic beverages (this was nice too). I ended up somehow sneaking my mom into this place and getting her free samples of stuff too. She got really drunk and accidently knocked me into the river that was at the edge of the patio…
This is where my alarm clock went off; I proceeded to turn it off, roll over, and go back to sleep.
Picking back up, I was now boarding a plane to Australia. Except I wasn’t myself in this one. For some reason I was Peggy Hill (from the animated TV-Show ‘King of the Hill’). My biggest concern while on the plane was getting to the captain who was flying. Several hours into the flight over the Pacific Ocean I finally made a break for the cock-pit. When I burst through the doors I was shocked to find no one flying the plane, it was on auto pilot. Somehow I inadvertently turned this off on accident and subsequently the plane crashed into the ocean. The last thing I remember before waking up this morning, was trying to swim away from the sharks…
I think all this dreaming has made me tired again; but I can’t take the chance at having a repeat of this, I need some coffee!
– Posted From My MacBook Air
Location: Lawrenceville GA, United States