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Wednesday, March 19, 2003
I've been have some pretty strange dreams. Recently, when I sleep around here ...I wake up every hour, and then go back to sleep. Everytime I go back to sleep, I have a different dream. I'm not used to dreaming in the first place. Last night, two dreams stick out.
First: I'm going to my famiy reunion with my dad. The family reunion is for my dad's side of the family. When we're almost there, there's this huge waterfall we have to cross. There's this amateur-made wooden bridge that goes across this grand canyon-ish waterfall. So my dad and I get to the end of this bridge, and there's a gate. Therer's this huge security numpad that sits in the middle of this metal wall. You can see a ladder just behind this gate (when you look above it), and there you can see the next level up. My dad enters in some code, the gate opens. He lets me go up first. So I step up this ladder slowly; all of a sudden this ladder snaps off and falls down on the wooden planks below. I get thrown across these wooden planks b/c of how forceful this ladder fell. I slide on my stomach for a seemingly eternity; I notice that I'm getting closer and closer to the edge of this bridge. If someone were to fall off, they would fall about a mile down into shallow water at the bottom of this huge waterfall. So yeah ...I'm panicing. fortunately, I stop just when my body would have went down; although my head is hanging off the side of this bridge. I look down, and I knew I was about to die. The thing that freaked me out is that ..I wanted to die. I saw this huge drop, and wondered "What would it be like to just jump off?" I woke up. Second: I'm in my dorm room. On top of my closet dresser, there's the tv. My and my roommate are watching Conan 'O brian show. Staind is on, talking about his music and shit. He's wearing this shirt that has all these fan signatures on it. On signature says exactly this, "You, you rock my world, you." My roommate sees this, and he get's all excited (not sexually). He starts shouting. I ask him what the hell are you shouting for? He says that thatI woke up/ ------ When I woke up, I almost started talking to my roommate as if we have always been friends. Of course it was late at night, and he was sleeping. But, to a friend it would matter. I almost did ..then I started freaking out, and thought, "My roommate doesn't seem like he likes Staind! How is that possible that he signed Staind shirt?" Then it clicked that it was only a dream, and I got sad. That dream symbolized how I wanted us to be at the beginning. It's not like that, so it seems like any interaction is such a waste (b/c I'm not going to remember what's discussed - aka small talk). ¶12:51 PM e-mail me (0) comments (0) commentsBack To Blog top September 2002 / October 2002 / November 2002 / December 2002 / January 2003 / February 2003 / March 2003 / April 2003 / May 2003 / June 2003 / July 2003 / August 2003 / September 2003 / October 2003 / November 2003 / December 2003 / January 2004 / February 2004 / March 2004 / April 2004 / May 2004 / June 2004 / July 2004 / August 2004 / September 2004 / October 2004 / November 2004 / December 2004 / January 2005 / February 2005 / March 2005 / April 2005 / May 2005 / June 2005 / July 2005 / August 2005 / September 2005 / October 2005 / November 2005 / December 2005 / January 2006 / February 2006 / March 2006 / April 2006 / May 2006 / August 2006 / October 2006 / December 2006 / April 2007 / August 2007 / September 2007 / November 2007 / January 2008 / February 2008 / March 2008 / April 2008 /
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