more dreams
i remembered the third dream. i was having a mini-party at my house with some people from Levittown and my mom was cleaning the house and so we all went down to the basement. then for some reason i had a gun in my hand, and after looking around for a minute, i realized that the only other person in the room with a gun was Andrew. duh duh duhhhhh... for some reason, at the same time we pointed the guns at eachother and pulled the trigger. nothing happened. we both tried it again. nothing happened. we both checked our guns, they seemed to be fine. While Andrew was checking his, i ran. It was weird. And Andrew, if you read this, i don't have any homocidal thoughts towards you. I promise. lol.
Here's another dream i had, i had it last night. Somehow I got transported to 1950's Lynbrook, and I was having a great time. Spending time with 1950's versions of friends is strange... especially when they say words like "nifty" and "swell." It started off strange because there was a group of guys that thought I was out of my mind because I was wearing jeans. I convinced them that it was just easier to run in them. And they asked me why I would have to run, and I didn't have an answer. Some girls took me shopping and I got a really awesome dress. Then I was walking down the street, just me and about 5 shopping bags. Then, the street was suddenly, eerily empty. I looked around and then in front of me I saw a man in a blue suit, wearing a blue fedora. There was something sinister about him and I turned aroud trying to be inconspicuous, but how inconspicuous can you be when you're one of two people on a street that spans a mile? I looked over my shoulder and he was running behind me. I dropped my bags and ran as fast as I could in my new heels, but he caught me. He wrapped a gloved hand around my mouth so I couldn't scream. The next thing I saw, I was in a room with a few friends of mine. They were dressed in modern garb and when I stated their names they didn't respond. I finally touched my friends hand and said his name and he looked at me like I was crazy. He told me his name was something else, but his eyes were empty. Like he was looking through me. I got angry and went around to all the people who were at the table asking them what their names were. I got to my friend Niki and I asked her what her name was. "Samantha," she said, but there were tears in her eyes. "Something's wrong. I don't remember anything." She looked at me like she was asking for help. Everyone at the table except her was emotionless, no one knew who they were but she was the only one acknowleging it. Thats when it clicked, the man in the blue fedora was going to do that to me.
and then I woke up.
Here's another dream i had, i had it last night. Somehow I got transported to 1950's Lynbrook, and I was having a great time. Spending time with 1950's versions of friends is strange... especially when they say words like "nifty" and "swell." It started off strange because there was a group of guys that thought I was out of my mind because I was wearing jeans. I convinced them that it was just easier to run in them. And they asked me why I would have to run, and I didn't have an answer. Some girls took me shopping and I got a really awesome dress. Then I was walking down the street, just me and about 5 shopping bags. Then, the street was suddenly, eerily empty. I looked around and then in front of me I saw a man in a blue suit, wearing a blue fedora. There was something sinister about him and I turned aroud trying to be inconspicuous, but how inconspicuous can you be when you're one of two people on a street that spans a mile? I looked over my shoulder and he was running behind me. I dropped my bags and ran as fast as I could in my new heels, but he caught me. He wrapped a gloved hand around my mouth so I couldn't scream. The next thing I saw, I was in a room with a few friends of mine. They were dressed in modern garb and when I stated their names they didn't respond. I finally touched my friends hand and said his name and he looked at me like I was crazy. He told me his name was something else, but his eyes were empty. Like he was looking through me. I got angry and went around to all the people who were at the table asking them what their names were. I got to my friend Niki and I asked her what her name was. "Samantha," she said, but there were tears in her eyes. "Something's wrong. I don't remember anything." She looked at me like she was asking for help. Everyone at the table except her was emotionless, no one knew who they were but she was the only one acknowleging it. Thats when it clicked, the man in the blue fedora was going to do that to me.
and then I woke up.