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My head is a little over active at night. I dream like crazy. And last night was one of those nightmares that was set in my old chapel. Come to think of it, I've never had a good dream set in that chapel. I find that very strange.
I had to marry someone I do not want to marry. I had a heard of obnoxious kids throw racquetballs at my face. I was saved by a black boy who lent me fifty cents. I was wearing a red wedding dress and carried a doll whose limbs had fallen off. A building collapsed on the wedding party. Brecken and Justin and Courtlin and I escaped, but not without being chased by those responsible.
It was horrible.
I used to pray that I wouldn't dream as a kid, because my dreams were so horrible, I dreaded going to sleep.
This wasn't nearly as horrible as the others, but so long, I woke up two hours later than I had planned. Unfortunately, I don't know if I ever get out of the underground tunnel.
Abish
8 years ago
4 comments:
I guess I'm the slowest runner.
It could be worse. You could be stuck in an above ground tunnel.
The most horrific part was the red dress. Who gets married wearing a read dress? Unless you were a confused prom queen.
Sometimes I try thinking about something before I go to sleep (jungle adventures, cute boys, etc.) in the hopes that it will show up in my dreams. It never works. Instead I dream about people from seventh grade that I haven't seen since.
I totally identify--my head is a dream circus of madness sometimes, and I too was traumatized by this as a child. I tell Brecken my dreams every day so that I can remember them--I know they don't interest her all that much because they are so detached, but verbalizing them helps me for some reason. Like last night when I dreamed that I was cast as a character from Sao Paulo who was of German decent in this feature film with my fellow brasileiro class mate, and then I had to go around speaking english with a brazilian accent to get into character and fool the ladies at the NY distribution center that I was from brasil and my last nam was Koch. And then they were so furious and warned me that horrible things would happen, then at the Film Division at Columbia there was a rehearsal in progress and the man I saw in the hall the other day came out of the screening room with a machette and threatened to hack off peoples arms and then he did and he stabbed some classmates of mine, Then Rafael (the brasileiro) and I were running through walmart then outside to the parking lot to get away and this girl Rammy and this guy Sam I know were in a semi truck that was in a crash and it was folding over on itself and I said in a brazilian accent "turn away so you don't see their heads get crushed"...and I was wearing my really wrinkled Brasil jersey...yikes...
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