Of course, sometimes, I am concerned that my soul may burn in a pit of hell fire with some of the dreams I have, because, you know... they can be kinda dirty... or angry. But angry/ vengeful dreams are rare.
Most of the times, I have really happy dreams about stress free livin', so, you know, those are fantasy dreams!
Often I dream of spending time with my child and just having wonderful moments. But those dreams can make me sad because I start to get distracted by the time I don't get with her. But sad dreams are few and far between.
Sometimes I have dreams that are sooooo dull that I wake up bored. Seriously, I had one dream of me sitting at a small table in a kitchen (not my kitchen). I was wearing a white tank top and pj bottoms, just sitting at the table hunched over reading the paper while I smoked a cigarette and drank my coffee. The kitchen was black and white and so was my dream. I was watching myself in my dream and it had a whole "film noire" black and white type feel to it. Because I was watching myself, I couldn't even tell you what I was reading on the paper. IT WAS SOOOO BORING... I DON'T SMOKE!!!!
So I woke up, got out of bed and read some stuff online.
Overall, I am fascinated by the messages that I am able to discover within my soul from tapping into my subconscious mind. However, for the most part, what I take away from my dreams is that:
- I really love my little girl
- I wish I had superpowers
- all of them
- I would prefer to win the lottery
- I really like women
- I want absolute revenge on all my mortal enemies
- and the immortal ones too
- I'm sad sometimes
- I want to dive more often
- I want to work on more Calrec audio consoles
- Seriously, I really like women....
And for the most part, that's it.
So a few nights ago, this is what I dreamed.....
This is the point where you say "wheedlie wheedlie wheedlie" a few times and wiggle your hands next to your head whilst everything you look at gets all wavy-like...
It was a quiet fall afternoon.
I went for a walk and wandered off, about two miles east from my house.
I found myself standing outside of a friends house. I decided to go to their front door. It was cracked open, so I walked in.
I surveyed the house. Everything was fine, but no one was home. Their television was on in the downstairs living room. It was football; college, football.
I stared at the television and decided to wait. However, even though I was staring at the television, I couldn't see what teams we're playing. I could only hear the audio.
What I could see was laundry sitting out. So, I decided to fold it.
I started folding the laundry on their bed, but, they don't have a bed in their downstairs living room. As I was folding the laundry, I noticed that I was folding underwear that was MUCH too big for anyone who lived in this house.
Maybe I was in the wrong house?
I decided to leave and as I walked out the front door I could see another door on the front of the house closing as someone walked in. I looked back. It was the right house.
I decided to walk back home.
That night I took my date to a party. The person who's house I went to during the day was there.
He and his wife were very excitedly telling everyone that someone had broken into their house and folded their laundry that afternoon.
I woke up.
WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE AWAY FROM THAT DREAM?!?!?!
I really have no clue.
I got out of bed and started a load of laundry. Then I read stuff online.
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