Dream entry!
I haven't posted a dream entry for a while. Lately they've been too scattered for me to properly write them out. This one from last night I remember clearly:
So, it started out and I was waking up in my own bed. And I was looking for, guess who, Mark. Like, he was there when we went to sleep but not there anymore. Something felt like it was missing, anyway.
I reach over to my end table for my phone, (like I do in the morning IRL) to tweet something. -laughs- Not kidding.
Then I notice this phone isn't my old one. It's brand new, and still kind of in the box even though I had turned it on. So, it was the spiffiest lil phone, and when I looked over to my end table, there was also a small vase of flowers and a card.
I knew they were for me, but I didn't know from whom. I knew that it was all from Mark or my parents. (My parents being likely responsible for the phone, Mark for the flowers.) I never found out who it all was from, because I never looked at the card.
Another part of the dream, was Poppa driving me somewhere, but he had this van with TVs in it. I remember asking him about the van and he said he had gotten it because he didn't like the Escape.
And the last bit I remember, which I suppose tied into the story from the first part, had me and Mark with my parents.
We were in a nice home, where things were mostly white, and, come to think of it, I think we all were wearing SOMEthing white.
Well, Mark and my mom were talking mostly, and my dad and I had our own conversation, though we were all sitting together. There's probably something very Freudian here and I don't wanna know. -laughs- I like to think of it as I was showing him to the folks.
The dream ended and all I remember was putting my shoes on at the door of my parents house (which, by the way, totally was NOT their house, but was their house, yanno? Like, it was a beautiful home.) And while I was getting my shoes on, Mark and my parents were still talking.
THAT'S IT.
Who's good at dreams? -laughs-
I'm upset I never read that card.
I wanted to know who the gifts were from. ;n;
So, it started out and I was waking up in my own bed. And I was looking for, guess who, Mark. Like, he was there when we went to sleep but not there anymore. Something felt like it was missing, anyway.
I reach over to my end table for my phone, (like I do in the morning IRL) to tweet something. -laughs- Not kidding.
Then I notice this phone isn't my old one. It's brand new, and still kind of in the box even though I had turned it on. So, it was the spiffiest lil phone, and when I looked over to my end table, there was also a small vase of flowers and a card.
I knew they were for me, but I didn't know from whom. I knew that it was all from Mark or my parents. (My parents being likely responsible for the phone, Mark for the flowers.) I never found out who it all was from, because I never looked at the card.
Another part of the dream, was Poppa driving me somewhere, but he had this van with TVs in it. I remember asking him about the van and he said he had gotten it because he didn't like the Escape.
And the last bit I remember, which I suppose tied into the story from the first part, had me and Mark with my parents.
We were in a nice home, where things were mostly white, and, come to think of it, I think we all were wearing SOMEthing white.
Well, Mark and my mom were talking mostly, and my dad and I had our own conversation, though we were all sitting together. There's probably something very Freudian here and I don't wanna know. -laughs- I like to think of it as I was showing him to the folks.
The dream ended and all I remember was putting my shoes on at the door of my parents house (which, by the way, totally was NOT their house, but was their house, yanno? Like, it was a beautiful home.) And while I was getting my shoes on, Mark and my parents were still talking.
THAT'S IT.
Who's good at dreams? -laughs-
I'm upset I never read that card.
I wanted to know who the gifts were from. ;n;