I wish I was still scared of monsters
I had a dream last night that I was engaged to be married to some dark-scary goddess person. She wasn't *that* bad herself, but her dark-scary mom and dad gods kept killing people in the mall where we were shopping for wedding type things, I guess, although it wasn't really a dream about marriage stuff at all: there was this snake god that didn't like the dark-scary gods who kept sending giant snakes to bite me, the bites tranferring info to my brain, somehow, on how to counter the dark-scary gods and save the mall people, but I really didn't give a damn, although I stuffed a whole bunch of rubber snakes into my bag to scare the inlaws and make a break for it, when possible.
So, erm, yeah. Anyway, I was really happy to have this dream. The previous night's involved being kicked out of my parent's house on a whim (I didn't load my dad's gun collection fast enough or something insane like that) and tossed out in the snow without any of my stuff: I stole one of my parent's cars and for some reason, I had zero ability to drive it. Somehow, it got stuck in reverse and I went across the lawn in front of the middle school, nearly crashing into all these cars who were there for the school play or something. I got it to go forward, but I was totally out of control and when I got back on the street, I sideswiped a bunch of kids piled into a convertable (somehow it was summer then). I ran off to find my parents who were eating in some diner and cried that I didn't want to go to jail, but my dad seemed really happy that all of this had happened.
I woke up and the bed was wet from sweat, I had to take a shower.
So the moral of the story is that I'd rather be scared by scary monster people than real life.
I just wish I was still scared of monsters.
So, erm, yeah. Anyway, I was really happy to have this dream. The previous night's involved being kicked out of my parent's house on a whim (I didn't load my dad's gun collection fast enough or something insane like that) and tossed out in the snow without any of my stuff: I stole one of my parent's cars and for some reason, I had zero ability to drive it. Somehow, it got stuck in reverse and I went across the lawn in front of the middle school, nearly crashing into all these cars who were there for the school play or something. I got it to go forward, but I was totally out of control and when I got back on the street, I sideswiped a bunch of kids piled into a convertable (somehow it was summer then). I ran off to find my parents who were eating in some diner and cried that I didn't want to go to jail, but my dad seemed really happy that all of this had happened.
I woke up and the bed was wet from sweat, I had to take a shower.
So the moral of the story is that I'd rather be scared by scary monster people than real life.
I just wish I was still scared of monsters.