Flying is the sh*t. Or even jumping really far. Have you ever had it though when you have a dream that you can fly. Your soaring about and its awesome. Then you land and can't fly agian. I hate that so much.
You know you work too much when you start to dream about work. Before Easter when I was working 50+ hours a week in Subway I had a couple of Subway related dreams.
I had the weirdest dream a couple of times so here goes.
Starts out with just normal stuff, working in the store, few people in there, then suddenly I like jump forward in time and we have run out of onions. Its night time so all the other shops are closed. I decide to go and find some onions because they are REALLY important (in my dream).
The rest of my dream is just me running around the town asking people if they have any onions. The weirdest thing is that people actually pull onions out of their pockets and give them to me.
When I was a kid I also had a couple of recurring dreams which were FREAKY.
The first one, from when I was around 7 until I was 10 about once a week, started with me asleep in my room. I would wake up (in my dream) and look over to my window. My curtains were always closed but there was a small section in the middle where they didn't quite meet, so I could see outside. Every time there would be a man's face at my window. It didn't have a body that I could see and seemed like more of a reflection than an actual person outside my window, but it was always just there, staring at me. Then I would wake up irl, but never looked at my window. Even today I can't get to sleep if the curtains aren't fully shut.
My second recurring dream started just after the first one ended and carried on at least once a month until I was 15.
I would start out in a jungle, just walking around, nothing strange or scary (apart from the fact that a 10 year old was wandering round a jungle alone, at night) but then I would see a massive double door covered in a carving of the jungle. As I walked up to the doors they would swing open to reveal a dark room. I walked into the room (which was also massive, one of those places you know is really big even though you can't actually see anything). I would turn around and see the doors close and then everything would be pitch black. After a few seconds, glowing eyes (like animal eyes, mostly gold but some red ones) started to appear all around me, after about a minute there would be hundreds of pairs of eyes and then they would begin to move towards me slowly. Then I would wake up.
One of the only dreams I can remember is very odd. I was walking in the main hall of my school, all normal like, maybe some lighting deficiencies, not too sure. But I was stopped by my Algebra II teacher. He asked me if I noticed anything different. I first wondered WTF is so different. Then he elaborates, and asks me if I've noticed something missing. I was still WTFing at this point, then he points out that there have been a large number of things stolen in and around a certain hall. He then points out that this hall is crawling with hispanics. He asked me if I could do something about this problem beacuse apparently, in my dream, I'm the
"immigrantbuster" if you will. So I say yes and then I just wake up and start lauging at my deep-seated racism.
For some reason I have dreams where I usually die at the end....
It is weird..... I die differently each time.......
Maybe I play too much HALO or something....
One dream I was on a rollercoaster.....
Up and down I went.... and the next moment I knew the entire rollercoaster was falling into darkness, the tracks dissapeared..... then I woke up.....
Just had another nice one. I was in Lagos, Nigeria, trying to make my way through the rush hour traffic (about 300 cars and 3000 people all on one street). Then, all of a sudden, a driving instructor appeared in the passenger street and started grading my driving across the densely populated and dangerous streets of Lagos. I failed, naturally, and then I woke up.
Every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lives here on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam. http://obs.nineplanets.org/psc/pbd.html
I had this one yesterday, where I was being chased by the native american version of elmo. Yeah, I know, elmo's supposed to be all nice and cuddly, but he was HUUUGEE. And yellow.
A bunch of random crap happened, which I no longer remember.
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