can't stop - addicted to the shindig
I probably should have compiled these into one post...but I didn't.
Anyway...on the topic of really crazy dreams, I had one the other night that...I can't even describe where these things come from.
I dream every night - but this one is just wacky.
I actually keep a book of dreams that I've been having since October. Let me tell you, they get stranger and stranger.
I was at a very quiet little mall near my hometown of Stratford - I had gone there to possibly shop for Christmas presents or to see my friend Chris who worked at Strawbridges (I really can't imagine him ever working there in IRL) but I didn't want to appear too stalkerish and decided to search for clothes. I came across a completely isolated Joyce Leslie - but it was just named Joyce. I didn't end up shopping - the store had very bright lighting and kind of reminded me of the G&G that used to be in that mall. There was a group of very nice guys and girls who worked there, but I had to go because I apparently had called a taxi and they had arrived.
I got in the taxi, and my best friend from grade school, Lauren, was up in the front seat with the cab driver, but when I got into the car, he moved into the backseat, as Lauren drove the car from the passengers seat. We had already driven past our houses and ended up in a town (completely made up) named Piney Hills. I told him we needed to get back home - but he was too busy trying to feel up my shirt and down my pants. I was yelling at him and swatting him away. When I got home and inside, the cab driver was so pissed and tried to torch my house down. My mom, step-dad, and I were terrified, so when the guy had climbed up on the roof and to the window of my room (back in my house in NJ), my step-dad took his small gun - which happened to have a bayonet attached - and stuck it through his eye and killed him. The next thing I knew, I was back at "Joyce", telling everyone what had happened to me. I gave them my phone number and went home. As I was standing outside of my house (in the driveway) I tried to answer a call coming through to my phone, but the people at "Joyce" had hacked it and had found a video of me masturbating (ahah - wtf?!).
And that is all I remember.
Other than that, I was reading the userinfo - and I was reminding mysefl of how much I love NYC. My family had a tradition every year (being from South Jersey...when my parents were still together). They would let me take off school sometime before Christmas, and they'd bring me to NYC to see the tree at Rockefeller Center and go to FAO Schwartz...man. Those days were so much fun. And we'd ALWAYS go ice skating. It was just so much more special there. And my dad would also take me to Philly to see the light show - and we'd take the train. I miss that so much.
Anyway...on the topic of really crazy dreams, I had one the other night that...I can't even describe where these things come from.
I dream every night - but this one is just wacky.
I actually keep a book of dreams that I've been having since October. Let me tell you, they get stranger and stranger.
I was at a very quiet little mall near my hometown of Stratford - I had gone there to possibly shop for Christmas presents or to see my friend Chris who worked at Strawbridges (I really can't imagine him ever working there in IRL) but I didn't want to appear too stalkerish and decided to search for clothes. I came across a completely isolated Joyce Leslie - but it was just named Joyce. I didn't end up shopping - the store had very bright lighting and kind of reminded me of the G&G that used to be in that mall. There was a group of very nice guys and girls who worked there, but I had to go because I apparently had called a taxi and they had arrived.
I got in the taxi, and my best friend from grade school, Lauren, was up in the front seat with the cab driver, but when I got into the car, he moved into the backseat, as Lauren drove the car from the passengers seat. We had already driven past our houses and ended up in a town (completely made up) named Piney Hills. I told him we needed to get back home - but he was too busy trying to feel up my shirt and down my pants. I was yelling at him and swatting him away. When I got home and inside, the cab driver was so pissed and tried to torch my house down. My mom, step-dad, and I were terrified, so when the guy had climbed up on the roof and to the window of my room (back in my house in NJ), my step-dad took his small gun - which happened to have a bayonet attached - and stuck it through his eye and killed him. The next thing I knew, I was back at "Joyce", telling everyone what had happened to me. I gave them my phone number and went home. As I was standing outside of my house (in the driveway) I tried to answer a call coming through to my phone, but the people at "Joyce" had hacked it and had found a video of me masturbating (ahah - wtf?!).
And that is all I remember.
Other than that, I was reading the userinfo - and I was reminding mysefl of how much I love NYC. My family had a tradition every year (being from South Jersey...when my parents were still together). They would let me take off school sometime before Christmas, and they'd bring me to NYC to see the tree at Rockefeller Center and go to FAO Schwartz...man. Those days were so much fun. And we'd ALWAYS go ice skating. It was just so much more special there. And my dad would also take me to Philly to see the light show - and we'd take the train. I miss that so much.