sad (?) dream
Have you ever had a dream so bad that you woke up in tears? That’s what happened to me this morning, sort of. The dream wasn’t horrible. It was kind of goofy actually. Still, something in it broke my heart enough that I woke myself up with big, fat, crocodile tears. I actually had two dreams just this morning. I know it was this morning, because when my alarm went off at eight, I hit snooze every time it went off for the next forty-five minutes, until I realized I should just sleep in and I re-set my alarm for ten.
In my second dream, I had to go to Best Buy to run errands for someone. For some reason, I had a miniature bottle of Tide and a carpet steamer with me and my hands were very full. I went to Best Buy looking for more laundry detergent and I was paranoid that they would think I stole the Tide and carpet steamer I had already brought. Since my hands were so full, a piece of the steamer fell off when I bumped into something. I was frustrated (they didn’t have detergent!) and I needed to go to the bathroom, so I just left the piece and went. When I came back, the piece had moved to the ground by the security station. I went over to pick it up, and noticed my picture was in freeze-frame on the security television with words like “warning” or “wanted.” I figured that thought I had stolen, just as I had suspected. A security guard was yelling at me to put down the piece of the steamer. I think they thought I was trying to plant a bomb. They said they were calling the police. I had to wait and I was surrounded by screaming teens. The store employees were nice to me, but the manager lady was a jerk. I said that to the employees and they laughed and agreed with me. We thought it was ridiculous that they would suspect a sweet twenty-year-old woman running errands for her grandma. I wasn’t really running errands for my grandma though; I don’t remember for whom. The police finally came and I realized that I knew some of them. I yelled out their names and was crying and screaming “Help Me! Help Me!” I reminded them of good times we had, and begged for mercy. The people in the store put me on a bench on wheels and made me roll through a sea of police officers with Billy clubs. Time slowed down, and melancholy poignant music played. The cops and I looked at each other with sad eyes, and most of them just hit the bench to make it look like they were hitting me. That was when I was crying so much that I woke myself up.
Weird.
It did remind me that I really want to see this movie though: http://community.livejournal.com/scienceofsleep/
In my second dream, I had to go to Best Buy to run errands for someone. For some reason, I had a miniature bottle of Tide and a carpet steamer with me and my hands were very full. I went to Best Buy looking for more laundry detergent and I was paranoid that they would think I stole the Tide and carpet steamer I had already brought. Since my hands were so full, a piece of the steamer fell off when I bumped into something. I was frustrated (they didn’t have detergent!) and I needed to go to the bathroom, so I just left the piece and went. When I came back, the piece had moved to the ground by the security station. I went over to pick it up, and noticed my picture was in freeze-frame on the security television with words like “warning” or “wanted.” I figured that thought I had stolen, just as I had suspected. A security guard was yelling at me to put down the piece of the steamer. I think they thought I was trying to plant a bomb. They said they were calling the police. I had to wait and I was surrounded by screaming teens. The store employees were nice to me, but the manager lady was a jerk. I said that to the employees and they laughed and agreed with me. We thought it was ridiculous that they would suspect a sweet twenty-year-old woman running errands for her grandma. I wasn’t really running errands for my grandma though; I don’t remember for whom. The police finally came and I realized that I knew some of them. I yelled out their names and was crying and screaming “Help Me! Help Me!” I reminded them of good times we had, and begged for mercy. The people in the store put me on a bench on wheels and made me roll through a sea of police officers with Billy clubs. Time slowed down, and melancholy poignant music played. The cops and I looked at each other with sad eyes, and most of them just hit the bench to make it look like they were hitting me. That was when I was crying so much that I woke myself up.
Weird.
It did remind me that I really want to see this movie though: http://community.livejournal.com/scienceofsleep/