Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
The most boring dream ever
I had the dullest dream I've ever had last night in which I bought a second hand fleece and a lighter at a corner shop. It was so utterly pointless, all dreams can't have some underlying meaning because that was just lame. I blame my flu, it's affecting my imagination... and my spelling... apparently
Another Weird Dream
Okay... another weird dream... So strange...
This first was weird, my friend, who asks to be kept anonymous, was playing mind games and sending me on weird life threatening quests. One was to explain why Rob Rouse's Comedy was worthwhile and she then had complete control over Jimmy Carr and he went to kill Rouse with a HUGE knife but I stopped him so Rouse got away and Carr tried to kill himself with it and I had to convince him he was being controlled and there was this really weird intimate moment, when everything else went really misty and it was just me and him holding huge knives and staring into each others eyes (not in a lovey way). Then later Tim, Graham, me and some others went to the pub for a roast dinner but when I sat down I was on my own and couldn't get to the room they were in but as my dreams are in third person I could see them all having a good time without me.
This first was weird, my friend, who asks to be kept anonymous, was playing mind games and sending me on weird life threatening quests. One was to explain why Rob Rouse's Comedy was worthwhile and she then had complete control over Jimmy Carr and he went to kill Rouse with a HUGE knife but I stopped him so Rouse got away and Carr tried to kill himself with it and I had to convince him he was being controlled and there was this really weird intimate moment, when everything else went really misty and it was just me and him holding huge knives and staring into each others eyes (not in a lovey way). Then later Tim, Graham, me and some others went to the pub for a roast dinner but when I sat down I was on my own and couldn't get to the room they were in but as my dreams are in third person I could see them all having a good time without me.
Blogging through Boredom
Well I haven't blogged in agggeeesss. And I'm not much further on from what I was stressing about in my last post, apart from the fact that I'm not going to Cambridge and I'm not dropping anything, and Mr S is an annoying fool.
I'm so bored! I am currently sitting in my mum's classroom doing nothing... well apart from this. So bored.
Had a weird dream last night. Began in school (well supposedly my school but actually nothing like my school at all) and there was a new teacher who is someone I have never met before; he then started to hit on me and we were having a weird non-relationship, it sounds boring and weird but it was actually kind of funny. He was cool although a bit funny looking. I then woke up, because I had rolled onto the horrific sunburn I got yesterday that covers my back, with lord of the dance (yes the weird Hymn) stuck in my head. Finally got it out by singing scissor sisters and went back to sleep. The next dream I had, had Christopher Eccleston in it; and we were sitting in his dressing room, which was in a basement at the far corner and was kinda lonely and isolated. And we were just chatting randomly chatting, although he was being really distant and uninterested, which is probably how he would be if I met him but the point was this was my dream and I wasn't too pleased with that sort of behaviour in what could have been a really good dream.
These admittedly weren't my weirdest dreams. I may have to post the others as they are uber-odd.
I'm so bored! I am currently sitting in my mum's classroom doing nothing... well apart from this. So bored.
Had a weird dream last night. Began in school (well supposedly my school but actually nothing like my school at all) and there was a new teacher who is someone I have never met before; he then started to hit on me and we were having a weird non-relationship, it sounds boring and weird but it was actually kind of funny. He was cool although a bit funny looking. I then woke up, because I had rolled onto the horrific sunburn I got yesterday that covers my back, with lord of the dance (yes the weird Hymn) stuck in my head. Finally got it out by singing scissor sisters and went back to sleep. The next dream I had, had Christopher Eccleston in it; and we were sitting in his dressing room, which was in a basement at the far corner and was kinda lonely and isolated. And we were just chatting randomly chatting, although he was being really distant and uninterested, which is probably how he would be if I met him but the point was this was my dream and I wasn't too pleased with that sort of behaviour in what could have been a really good dream.
These admittedly weren't my weirdest dreams. I may have to post the others as they are uber-odd.