Bizarre dream
started off as me telling my bestie that her spending habits are goingto mean she'll never have anything if she doesn't learn to NOT SPEND HER MONEY LIKE IT'S BURNING A HOLE IN HER POCKET.IRL, after she got her taxes back, she was supposed to come visit me. In the dream, she has no money left because she spent it all on frivolous crap that didn't last. No fixing the cars, no putting anything in savings, nothing, just stupid crap. Her reply is to tell me that I don't own anything, that I can't make it without relying on my mom and her boyfriend (which, huh?) adn then she proceeds to throw out stuff that I DO own, saying I won't mind, I'll just get mommy to loan me money to buy another one. It escalates, and then we're fighting and finally at a stalemate.
Cut to a different scene, we're still fighting, only this time, we're chasing each other aroundmy school campus right before a soccer game. I have on no bra (why tht's significant, I have no idea) and the air is very cold. So, of course, parts of my chestage area are standing up and taking note of the cold. We make it to the soccer field, and the entire school is there, in the bleechers, waiting to cheer on the soccer team, which has morphed into Macbeth and Macduff's armies outside Dunsinane Castle...I have no idea. I climb into the bleechers, hoping to find a seat, but all the students point out my THO *titty hard on* and I"m absolutely mortified.
Cut to me and the bestie out on the field. I am Macduff, she is Macbeth. We're both men now. and we're watching our armies battle it out, killing willy nilly. Thre's rivers of blood and the clanging of steel on steel, and of course, there's the MacDuff and MAcBeth fight, so we move into the castle, and I'm all, "You shall not get away with this, Macbeth!" and she's all, "I already have, Macduff" or words to that affect, then...
cut to she has me pinned against the wall, and she's snuffling at my neck - bear in mind, we're both MEN right now - and then we're full on kissing, lips and teeth and tongue, even our bodies getting into the action. Macduff and Macbeth, full on snogging in Dunsinane Castle, in our armor, against the stone and mortar of the darkest passageway...Then Macbeth (she) pushes Macduff (me) away, pulls his sword, and utters the famous, "Lay on, Macduff!" and proceeds to sword fight me.
I win, of course, because Macduff defeats Macbeth, and then I woke up. because, WHAT? no, seriously. WHAT THE FUCK?
Macbeth/MAcduff slash, bestie issues, and humiliation issues all rollled into one dream. This is just effin' weird.
Cut to a different scene, we're still fighting, only this time, we're chasing each other aroundmy school campus right before a soccer game. I have on no bra (why tht's significant, I have no idea) and the air is very cold. So, of course, parts of my chestage area are standing up and taking note of the cold. We make it to the soccer field, and the entire school is there, in the bleechers, waiting to cheer on the soccer team, which has morphed into Macbeth and Macduff's armies outside Dunsinane Castle...I have no idea. I climb into the bleechers, hoping to find a seat, but all the students point out my THO *titty hard on* and I"m absolutely mortified.
Cut to me and the bestie out on the field. I am Macduff, she is Macbeth. We're both men now. and we're watching our armies battle it out, killing willy nilly. Thre's rivers of blood and the clanging of steel on steel, and of course, there's the MacDuff and MAcBeth fight, so we move into the castle, and I'm all, "You shall not get away with this, Macbeth!" and she's all, "I already have, Macduff" or words to that affect, then...
cut to she has me pinned against the wall, and she's snuffling at my neck - bear in mind, we're both MEN right now - and then we're full on kissing, lips and teeth and tongue, even our bodies getting into the action. Macduff and Macbeth, full on snogging in Dunsinane Castle, in our armor, against the stone and mortar of the darkest passageway...Then Macbeth (she) pushes Macduff (me) away, pulls his sword, and utters the famous, "Lay on, Macduff!" and proceeds to sword fight me.
I win, of course, because Macduff defeats Macbeth, and then I woke up. because, WHAT? no, seriously. WHAT THE FUCK?
Macbeth/MAcduff slash, bestie issues, and humiliation issues all rollled into one dream. This is just effin' weird.