i've been roaming around, always looking down at all i see
Not much has happened in my life recently so I instead bring you not one, but four dreams I had last night. They were all pretty weird.
The first one, well it was Christmas. I know it was Christmas because all the decorations were up and I was spending time with my family (I know, funny). Suddenly everyone went to bed and so I sat there watching a weird episode of the Simpsons. I then went upstairs to find a particular gay magazine but I couldn't find it, only random ones I was surprised to find I own.
The next dream would usually fulfil my weirdest dream of the evening. But you'll see later it was outdone tonight. It was in a restaurant where it was some kind of social event as I apparently knew most people. It may have still been Christmas. Who knows. Anyway I think it was an Italian restaurant and people were getting food and stuff. I arm wrestled with one of Beci's sisters. (Yes, you Beci. I think it was Jessica) and I was just about to take on the rest of the Lovetts (all very ginger, even though I know they're not) when I was told I had to move. I went back to my table to find half of the people had changed who were sitting there. There were three new people I apparently knew, but they were awesome so it was okay. That was weird cause of the whole arm wrestling Beci's sisters thing. Very weird.
The third dream was like a Christmas advert hosted by Noel Edmonds. I was following him through a very busy, very Christmassy house party slash shop while music played. We then got outside and it was a shop, and an old man asked me to hand him a basket, and a sign which said 'Christmas is coming, stay out!' though I could only read the words coming out for some reason.
And now for not only the weirdest of these four dreams but one of my weirdest dreams EVER.
So basically I was somewhere in my home town, not too far from my secondary school, somewhere I recognised. And all of a sudden me and some other people started being pelted by orange shots that arched up from near by before falling to the ground and exploding. I was really close to being hit by one but I managed to move away. We all kept walking and there were more random goings on and it turns out that it was some sort of competition to make something cool. I wish I could have remembered some of them and become rich but alas I didn't. We kept walking and eventually got to the main judging room for this competition. And people then came in and told me what their project was so I could write them down in a big list. There were twenty overall. Then it was time for everyone to show off their projects. But the first project had a problem. It was a group of ladies who had done something to do with Grand Theft Auto on the PC but they didn't have a computer with it on so they all started crying. The audience, all on some sort of pier at this point, started talking about this, so I shushed them all, calmed the ladies down, and explained what they had done while they found a copy of GTA to install. Right, I know. Crazy. But it kept going. The show was now happening in a grand theatre and the next entry was by a large group of army men. And I mean large. Like 50 of them. I then introduced Princess Diana as part of the show and so of course Prince Harry was chosen to present this groups entry which turned out to be a circus trick involving a trampoline and releasing some tinned food from really high up. Harry bounced on the trampoline for a bit but couldn't do it, so this shirtless soldier from his group climbed right up high to where the tinned food was and released them all. The end.
My mind is bizarre.
The first one, well it was Christmas. I know it was Christmas because all the decorations were up and I was spending time with my family (I know, funny). Suddenly everyone went to bed and so I sat there watching a weird episode of the Simpsons. I then went upstairs to find a particular gay magazine but I couldn't find it, only random ones I was surprised to find I own.
The next dream would usually fulfil my weirdest dream of the evening. But you'll see later it was outdone tonight. It was in a restaurant where it was some kind of social event as I apparently knew most people. It may have still been Christmas. Who knows. Anyway I think it was an Italian restaurant and people were getting food and stuff. I arm wrestled with one of Beci's sisters. (Yes, you Beci. I think it was Jessica) and I was just about to take on the rest of the Lovetts (all very ginger, even though I know they're not) when I was told I had to move. I went back to my table to find half of the people had changed who were sitting there. There were three new people I apparently knew, but they were awesome so it was okay. That was weird cause of the whole arm wrestling Beci's sisters thing. Very weird.
The third dream was like a Christmas advert hosted by Noel Edmonds. I was following him through a very busy, very Christmassy house party slash shop while music played. We then got outside and it was a shop, and an old man asked me to hand him a basket, and a sign which said 'Christmas is coming, stay out!' though I could only read the words coming out for some reason.
And now for not only the weirdest of these four dreams but one of my weirdest dreams EVER.
So basically I was somewhere in my home town, not too far from my secondary school, somewhere I recognised. And all of a sudden me and some other people started being pelted by orange shots that arched up from near by before falling to the ground and exploding. I was really close to being hit by one but I managed to move away. We all kept walking and there were more random goings on and it turns out that it was some sort of competition to make something cool. I wish I could have remembered some of them and become rich but alas I didn't. We kept walking and eventually got to the main judging room for this competition. And people then came in and told me what their project was so I could write them down in a big list. There were twenty overall. Then it was time for everyone to show off their projects. But the first project had a problem. It was a group of ladies who had done something to do with Grand Theft Auto on the PC but they didn't have a computer with it on so they all started crying. The audience, all on some sort of pier at this point, started talking about this, so I shushed them all, calmed the ladies down, and explained what they had done while they found a copy of GTA to install. Right, I know. Crazy. But it kept going. The show was now happening in a grand theatre and the next entry was by a large group of army men. And I mean large. Like 50 of them. I then introduced Princess Diana as part of the show and so of course Prince Harry was chosen to present this groups entry which turned out to be a circus trick involving a trampoline and releasing some tinned food from really high up. Harry bounced on the trampoline for a bit but couldn't do it, so this shirtless soldier from his group climbed right up high to where the tinned food was and released them all. The end.
My mind is bizarre.