NIGHTMARES!
Dude, I just had the creepiest dream ever. And it's more traumatizing for me I think because I hardly ever remember my dreams. I am so envious of Erin and my mother, they have these elaborate dreams that seem so animated and cool. But man, mine suck.
In my dream Jason and I are on the cruise (like we will be in 3 weeks!) I am looking at the water, watching the sunset *insert lovey dovey scenery here* then like, something shakes and I slip and fall into the water. I hear Jason scream my name, and I try and reach for the boat, but I just sink like a 5 carat diamond ring, as I am falling it become really tired, calm.. and then I look to the left, and I see this really bloated black man, he has algae that has been growing on him for weeks. I screamed so hard in my dream, in reality I have no idea but my parents were still sleeping, so it must not have been too loud ;P
The thought didn't occur to me until I turned on the news, like I do every morning. It was one of the football players that drowned. I have no idea if it was anywhere near where I am going, but the mind is a crazy thing. It collects images, like a computer. (I remember him in my dream), but I don't remember really seeing a picture of any of them, but I must have for a second. What are dreams? Is just a filter? I figure that's what it is sometimes, other times I think it is trying to tell you something if it continues. I really hope this dream doesn't continue...
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy
In my dream Jason and I are on the cruise (like we will be in 3 weeks!) I am looking at the water, watching the sunset *insert lovey dovey scenery here* then like, something shakes and I slip and fall into the water. I hear Jason scream my name, and I try and reach for the boat, but I just sink like a 5 carat diamond ring, as I am falling it become really tired, calm.. and then I look to the left, and I see this really bloated black man, he has algae that has been growing on him for weeks. I screamed so hard in my dream, in reality I have no idea but my parents were still sleeping, so it must not have been too loud ;P
The thought didn't occur to me until I turned on the news, like I do every morning. It was one of the football players that drowned. I have no idea if it was anywhere near where I am going, but the mind is a crazy thing. It collects images, like a computer. (I remember him in my dream), but I don't remember really seeing a picture of any of them, but I must have for a second. What are dreams? Is just a filter? I figure that's what it is sometimes, other times I think it is trying to tell you something if it continues. I really hope this dream doesn't continue...
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy