Disturbing Dream
Okay guys, are you ready for this? I don't think you are. I had a disturbing dream. Okay, um, going to substitute code names for all the guys who appeared in this dream. Dude X, Y, and Z. There we go. Now, with that understanding, we can continue:
It began when I was randomly at Dude X's house with my mom, practicing lines for a play and watching some old TV show. I went to the kitchen and scouted out an amazing piece of cake. I took one bite and my mom was, like, "Any good?" And I was really hungry, so of course it was good, and I was, like, "Really good." Then she rushed in and threw it away in the trash can. I was sad.
Then we came back home, having to park the car beside the alleyway for some odd reason. Then there was a knock on the door. My mom gets it and calls after me, "Caroline, your fiance wants you to go over for dinner with his family."
"Okay," I call back, frantically packing a bag to fix myself up more once I get there. And once I get there, there is a huge, long table covered in checkerboard cloth with a bunch of hill-billy type characters. Well, I know that in real life, his folks do breed horses, but really now. Whose finance am I? Guy X. I guess since I had a piece of that cake at his house my mom decided that I should marry him? I don't know, it was never really explained.
Anyway, the seating arrangement was like this: to my right is his mom, across from me is his dad. Guy X is on the other side of his mom and acting very shy and quiet. So unlike him. All sorts of crazy-looking cousins to the left. I'm trying to keep my cool and suddenly start speaking in French.
Then I'm, like, "Ha! But this is Texas! Who speaks French down here?" Laughter. His dad across from me says, "I took French." Awkward. Then the next thing I know everybody's wanting to go see a rocket launch for the moon. So I start running behind Guy X's mom and we jay-walk across a street. I stop because a car is plummeting toward us, but she grabs my hand and scolds, "We have the right of way!" We charge on ahead. Then our blonde tour guide goes right, but we go left. "I know a faster way," says Guy X's mom.
That "faster way?" Through all these moon monuments. But it turns out to be more like an obstacle course, with spikes on the ground and such. So I'm climbing all over these displays and rocks on the wall in weird positions to rush toward the exit, getting all sweaty and nasty, all the while hoping that my fiance behind me isn't getting bad pictures in his head.
Then we open the door and I see two familiar faces: Guy Y and Guy Z, waiting in line for something that looks like a Six Flags line. I'm, like, "Guy Z? I haven't seen you in forever!" and I give him a big hug. Afterward, I look him in the droopy eye and say, "Wait. Guy Z, are you wasted?" And he's, like, "Ah, crap." Then I turn to Guy Y, whose guts I loathe in real life, who just says, "My, Caroline, the years have been good to you," and grabs me and kisses me. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
And that was the end. I didn't even get to see my fiance, Guy X, beat up Guy Y. Dogit. Guy Y deserves to be beaten up anyway, he's such a pig-headed jerk face. Grrr... Anyway, that was my disturbing dream with a lot of unanswered questions and things. And as far as who Guy X, Y, and Z are, I shall never tell. *shudders* It was sooo bad.... I seriously feel as if I'm about to puke.
It began when I was randomly at Dude X's house with my mom, practicing lines for a play and watching some old TV show. I went to the kitchen and scouted out an amazing piece of cake. I took one bite and my mom was, like, "Any good?" And I was really hungry, so of course it was good, and I was, like, "Really good." Then she rushed in and threw it away in the trash can. I was sad.
Then we came back home, having to park the car beside the alleyway for some odd reason. Then there was a knock on the door. My mom gets it and calls after me, "Caroline, your fiance wants you to go over for dinner with his family."
"Okay," I call back, frantically packing a bag to fix myself up more once I get there. And once I get there, there is a huge, long table covered in checkerboard cloth with a bunch of hill-billy type characters. Well, I know that in real life, his folks do breed horses, but really now. Whose finance am I? Guy X. I guess since I had a piece of that cake at his house my mom decided that I should marry him? I don't know, it was never really explained.
Anyway, the seating arrangement was like this: to my right is his mom, across from me is his dad. Guy X is on the other side of his mom and acting very shy and quiet. So unlike him. All sorts of crazy-looking cousins to the left. I'm trying to keep my cool and suddenly start speaking in French.
Then I'm, like, "Ha! But this is Texas! Who speaks French down here?" Laughter. His dad across from me says, "I took French." Awkward. Then the next thing I know everybody's wanting to go see a rocket launch for the moon. So I start running behind Guy X's mom and we jay-walk across a street. I stop because a car is plummeting toward us, but she grabs my hand and scolds, "We have the right of way!" We charge on ahead. Then our blonde tour guide goes right, but we go left. "I know a faster way," says Guy X's mom.
That "faster way?" Through all these moon monuments. But it turns out to be more like an obstacle course, with spikes on the ground and such. So I'm climbing all over these displays and rocks on the wall in weird positions to rush toward the exit, getting all sweaty and nasty, all the while hoping that my fiance behind me isn't getting bad pictures in his head.
Then we open the door and I see two familiar faces: Guy Y and Guy Z, waiting in line for something that looks like a Six Flags line. I'm, like, "Guy Z? I haven't seen you in forever!" and I give him a big hug. Afterward, I look him in the droopy eye and say, "Wait. Guy Z, are you wasted?" And he's, like, "Ah, crap." Then I turn to Guy Y, whose guts I loathe in real life, who just says, "My, Caroline, the years have been good to you," and grabs me and kisses me. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
And that was the end. I didn't even get to see my fiance, Guy X, beat up Guy Y. Dogit. Guy Y deserves to be beaten up anyway, he's such a pig-headed jerk face. Grrr... Anyway, that was my disturbing dream with a lot of unanswered questions and things. And as far as who Guy X, Y, and Z are, I shall never tell. *shudders* It was sooo bad.... I seriously feel as if I'm about to puke.