I'm Meadow Soprano. Or something.
TIME TO READ ABOUT AMBER'S DREAMS. ARE YOU EXCITED? NO? FUCK YOU, READ IT ANYWAYS
Sooo this dream STARTED semi-normally. My brother and two friends were going to this concert and didn't want to have to drive him so I was supposed to pick them up. The only thing that acutally makes this strange is that neither me nor my brother have our licenses, so there's no way this could be at all legal. But then the dream transitioned into...uhhh weird.
I'm waiting in a forest, and I have a crossbow. Because apparently, in this day and age, THAT is my weapon of choice. I seem to be waiting for someone to show up, and sure enough I hear someone approaching. Except instead of waiting for them to reach me, when they come into my view I shoot them in the heart with my crossbow. SHIT JUST GOT REAL. (the person was acutally someone I knew in high school, but the dream has nothing to do with what he's acutally like, so we'll just call him Boy). So I run back to my house/apartment (cuz it keeps switching). Once they find the body, everyone suspects me of murder and looks at me like I'm scum, so then, within the dream, I flash back to why I killed him in the first place. APPARENTLY, at one point, me and Boy were dating, and happy 'n' stuff. BUT THEN, Boy murdered my father, who, in the dream, happened to be Tony Soprano. (wut?) But instead of letting Boy know that I knew he did this, my mafia family tells me to pretend to continue to date him so that I could then murder him back. Because apparently he's also part of a large mafia family. You would wonder how two people from different mafia families were dating in the first place but...that's my dreams for you.
So once everyone knows why I killed him, they're much less judgmental of me, which i appreciate, but doesn't help me not get arrested. Luckily, at this point I woke up, so I didn't have to deal with the consequences of my actions.
I really dislike it when I have dreams where I kill people. It weirds me out. A lot.
Sooo this dream STARTED semi-normally. My brother and two friends were going to this concert and didn't want to have to drive him so I was supposed to pick them up. The only thing that acutally makes this strange is that neither me nor my brother have our licenses, so there's no way this could be at all legal. But then the dream transitioned into...uhhh weird.
I'm waiting in a forest, and I have a crossbow. Because apparently, in this day and age, THAT is my weapon of choice. I seem to be waiting for someone to show up, and sure enough I hear someone approaching. Except instead of waiting for them to reach me, when they come into my view I shoot them in the heart with my crossbow. SHIT JUST GOT REAL. (the person was acutally someone I knew in high school, but the dream has nothing to do with what he's acutally like, so we'll just call him Boy). So I run back to my house/apartment (cuz it keeps switching). Once they find the body, everyone suspects me of murder and looks at me like I'm scum, so then, within the dream, I flash back to why I killed him in the first place. APPARENTLY, at one point, me and Boy were dating, and happy 'n' stuff. BUT THEN, Boy murdered my father, who, in the dream, happened to be Tony Soprano. (wut?) But instead of letting Boy know that I knew he did this, my mafia family tells me to pretend to continue to date him so that I could then murder him back. Because apparently he's also part of a large mafia family. You would wonder how two people from different mafia families were dating in the first place but...that's my dreams for you.
So once everyone knows why I killed him, they're much less judgmental of me, which i appreciate, but doesn't help me not get arrested. Luckily, at this point I woke up, so I didn't have to deal with the consequences of my actions.
I really dislike it when I have dreams where I kill people. It weirds me out. A lot.