Random dream!
Last night, I dreamed I was going to Japan. I was my current age, but in highschool. Everyone else in the group was also my age, but still in highschool. Dayum, we must have been some stupid moofoos.
Odd highlights:
* The plane we took was *O*M*F*G* cheap and flimsy - like flying around in a Dodge Neon. The take off was throwing everyone around, and the seatbelts were too loose to be effective. So I had the brilliant idea to buckle into not only my seatbelt, but the belt on the empty seat next to me...except that one didn't have any buckles. So I tied myself in. Good times....good times....
* I had some kind of hand held IM thing. It was a little bigger than a cell phone, and flipped open to reveal a tiny keyboard and text screen. I was IM'ing *everybody*, and they were IM'ing me. Some of the people I was IM'ing were standing right next to me. *WHY*?!?! I don't care, I love always having someone to talk to. I want one of those thingies.
* There is one person in the world whom, to this day, the idea of seeing strikes terror in my heart. My first boyfriend. And yes, you guessed it, he was there, IM flirting me. He kept sitting a few feet away, and when I'd look up he'd be watching me and smiling...but no one else noticed it. The funny thing was, in the dream, I didn't feel repulsed or scared. He was a hot guy, dude, I was like butterflies and grins. That reaction alone would have made the dream bizzare.
* The plane almost didn't make it off the ground, and there was some kind of rescue scene thing where we had to scoop up some girl who didn't make it onto the plane before it took off, which was 42 minutes early so that's not entirely surprising. The odd part was that everyone involved in the "rescue" was purposely making it look as much like some scene out of a Japanime movie as possible. Even the girl being scooped up.
* I suppose we must have eventually made it to Japan, because I was laying in a bed with some guy - we were cuddling, I was laying on my stomach and he had his arms around me and was laying beside me with his head resting on mine. He was part of my group, but he was NOT my exboyfriend - all that flirting for naught, sorry ex!! He was wearing a silk robe over his clothing, which seemed odd. Come to think of it, that's how Grissom was dressed in the last episode of last season when he was talking to that ugly cow he'd slept with. Grissom's a little old to be a part of a highschool group. Hmmm.
Anyway, the freakiest part was that he kept going on and on and on and ON about how you could tell a good hotel room from a bad one by knowing which two colors were used in the paintings on the wall. Apparently, this room was a so-so room. It had purple and gold swirls. So now you know...you don't look for other people's feedback on a hotel. You look for a picture of the paintings they have in the room. If they're purple and gold...keep looking.
Too bad I can't remember which colors indicated a BAD room, right??
Odd highlights:
* The plane we took was *O*M*F*G* cheap and flimsy - like flying around in a Dodge Neon. The take off was throwing everyone around, and the seatbelts were too loose to be effective. So I had the brilliant idea to buckle into not only my seatbelt, but the belt on the empty seat next to me...except that one didn't have any buckles. So I tied myself in. Good times....good times....
* I had some kind of hand held IM thing. It was a little bigger than a cell phone, and flipped open to reveal a tiny keyboard and text screen. I was IM'ing *everybody*, and they were IM'ing me. Some of the people I was IM'ing were standing right next to me. *WHY*?!?! I don't care, I love always having someone to talk to. I want one of those thingies.
* There is one person in the world whom, to this day, the idea of seeing strikes terror in my heart. My first boyfriend. And yes, you guessed it, he was there, IM flirting me. He kept sitting a few feet away, and when I'd look up he'd be watching me and smiling...but no one else noticed it. The funny thing was, in the dream, I didn't feel repulsed or scared. He was a hot guy, dude, I was like butterflies and grins. That reaction alone would have made the dream bizzare.
* The plane almost didn't make it off the ground, and there was some kind of rescue scene thing where we had to scoop up some girl who didn't make it onto the plane before it took off, which was 42 minutes early so that's not entirely surprising. The odd part was that everyone involved in the "rescue" was purposely making it look as much like some scene out of a Japanime movie as possible. Even the girl being scooped up.
* I suppose we must have eventually made it to Japan, because I was laying in a bed with some guy - we were cuddling, I was laying on my stomach and he had his arms around me and was laying beside me with his head resting on mine. He was part of my group, but he was NOT my exboyfriend - all that flirting for naught, sorry ex!! He was wearing a silk robe over his clothing, which seemed odd. Come to think of it, that's how Grissom was dressed in the last episode of last season when he was talking to that ugly cow he'd slept with. Grissom's a little old to be a part of a highschool group. Hmmm.
Anyway, the freakiest part was that he kept going on and on and on and ON about how you could tell a good hotel room from a bad one by knowing which two colors were used in the paintings on the wall. Apparently, this room was a so-so room. It had purple and gold swirls. So now you know...you don't look for other people's feedback on a hotel. You look for a picture of the paintings they have in the room. If they're purple and gold...keep looking.
Too bad I can't remember which colors indicated a BAD room, right??