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Hello people!
Why do I keep dreaming about people trying ot kill me?
In my dream, two friends of mine (a girl and a guy, though I dunno if I know either of them IRL or if they were created by my mind) and I were moving in to a mutual friend's house while he was away. I don't know if he was going to be away for a while or if he was coming back...I vaguely recall thinking that it might be hard for all four of us to live together, but I'm not sure why.
Oh, as it turns out, I believe the house belonged to Ryan Stiles. Pretty awesome. ;] Anywho, we had never been in his house before, so we started looking around, figuring out where everything was. The first floor had somewhat of an open layout, with a staircase leading to the basement in the far left corner of the room. The living room was gorgeous and huge, with wood floors. I went down to the basement.
It wasn't finished, but it looked like Ryan was in the process of getting it done. There was a lamp and maybe a chair and a table, but otherwise, it was empty (and sprawling). I went back upstairs and found the bedrooms while my friends checked out the kitchen. There were three bedrooms, all pretty small, at the end of a long hallway that was connected to the living room. They all had an old feeling to them.
As oppsed to the rest of the house, which felt very new, modern, freshly-designed. The bedrooms were all carpeted and each only had one small window (which I think were actually mostly covered by the beds). The far room at the end of the hall, as well as the room on the left, each had plain ol' beds, while the room on the right had a bunkbed. I picked the room on the left and the girl got the room on the right.
I realized after picking my room that I was too short to climb on top of the bed from the floor. I needed a step-ladder to get up on it. My friends laughed, and I was irked. Then, my dream changed, but only to the point that I was now outside of the house. It was night, and I was actually in a car, driving home. I parked outside the house and went to go inside when this guy in a trench coat came up to me.
I opened the front door and was stepping inside when he pulled out a knife and tried to stab me. I slammed his arm in the door and grabbed the knife from his hand, then he pulled his arm back and I shut the door. I was gonna lock it, but someone was trying to come in. I jumped back and got ready to stab someone, if I had to, but the person coming in was my guy friend and roommate.
He made a joke about me being paranoid, and then, I think, I woke up. It was around 10:00 and I went downstairs right away. Teh rents weren't home, so I started watching an episode of Taboo that I had on the DVR. Teh rents came home before I could finish it, though. I helped with the groceries, did a couple chores, etc. Frasier was on, so we all watched that together. I worked on this all day.
It's a collage of memorable Whose Line moments, inspired by a tumblr devoted to them. I'm pretty proud of it. X] Took me forever, lol. After that, I made a run to the store cuz I really wanted some chips and dip, and I picked up some apples while there. When I got home, teh rents went upstairs to watch a movie and I finished watching Taboo. I had two eps, so I watched the other, then an ep of Bridezillas.
Teh rents joined me downstairs again and I fed the pets dinner. We spent some time on the breezeway for a while, listening to music. Dad and I helped mom prepare dinner and we all ate together. It was fantastic. At 7:00, Nick and I went to pick up Ashley and when we got home, I helped mom bring stuff in from the breezeway and put stuff away. Mom got mad at me for a stupid reason, so I went upstairs for a while.
I just read a ton of articles on Cracked, including this one, which was kind of life-affirming, even if it may not all be 100% accurate, lol. It made me feel incredibly good, and that's all I need to know. I went back downstairs and did my walk on the treadmill, then watched The Glades with mom and dad. We watched a little more Frasier, where the title of this post is from, and now we're going to bed.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
Why do I keep dreaming about people trying ot kill me?
In my dream, two friends of mine (a girl and a guy, though I dunno if I know either of them IRL or if they were created by my mind) and I were moving in to a mutual friend's house while he was away. I don't know if he was going to be away for a while or if he was coming back...I vaguely recall thinking that it might be hard for all four of us to live together, but I'm not sure why.
Oh, as it turns out, I believe the house belonged to Ryan Stiles. Pretty awesome. ;] Anywho, we had never been in his house before, so we started looking around, figuring out where everything was. The first floor had somewhat of an open layout, with a staircase leading to the basement in the far left corner of the room. The living room was gorgeous and huge, with wood floors. I went down to the basement.
It wasn't finished, but it looked like Ryan was in the process of getting it done. There was a lamp and maybe a chair and a table, but otherwise, it was empty (and sprawling). I went back upstairs and found the bedrooms while my friends checked out the kitchen. There were three bedrooms, all pretty small, at the end of a long hallway that was connected to the living room. They all had an old feeling to them.
As oppsed to the rest of the house, which felt very new, modern, freshly-designed. The bedrooms were all carpeted and each only had one small window (which I think were actually mostly covered by the beds). The far room at the end of the hall, as well as the room on the left, each had plain ol' beds, while the room on the right had a bunkbed. I picked the room on the left and the girl got the room on the right.
I realized after picking my room that I was too short to climb on top of the bed from the floor. I needed a step-ladder to get up on it. My friends laughed, and I was irked. Then, my dream changed, but only to the point that I was now outside of the house. It was night, and I was actually in a car, driving home. I parked outside the house and went to go inside when this guy in a trench coat came up to me.
I opened the front door and was stepping inside when he pulled out a knife and tried to stab me. I slammed his arm in the door and grabbed the knife from his hand, then he pulled his arm back and I shut the door. I was gonna lock it, but someone was trying to come in. I jumped back and got ready to stab someone, if I had to, but the person coming in was my guy friend and roommate.
He made a joke about me being paranoid, and then, I think, I woke up. It was around 10:00 and I went downstairs right away. Teh rents weren't home, so I started watching an episode of Taboo that I had on the DVR. Teh rents came home before I could finish it, though. I helped with the groceries, did a couple chores, etc. Frasier was on, so we all watched that together. I worked on this all day.
It's a collage of memorable Whose Line moments, inspired by a tumblr devoted to them. I'm pretty proud of it. X] Took me forever, lol. After that, I made a run to the store cuz I really wanted some chips and dip, and I picked up some apples while there. When I got home, teh rents went upstairs to watch a movie and I finished watching Taboo. I had two eps, so I watched the other, then an ep of Bridezillas.
Teh rents joined me downstairs again and I fed the pets dinner. We spent some time on the breezeway for a while, listening to music. Dad and I helped mom prepare dinner and we all ate together. It was fantastic. At 7:00, Nick and I went to pick up Ashley and when we got home, I helped mom bring stuff in from the breezeway and put stuff away. Mom got mad at me for a stupid reason, so I went upstairs for a while.
I just read a ton of articles on Cracked, including this one, which was kind of life-affirming, even if it may not all be 100% accurate, lol. It made me feel incredibly good, and that's all I need to know. I went back downstairs and did my walk on the treadmill, then watched The Glades with mom and dad. We watched a little more Frasier, where the title of this post is from, and now we're going to bed.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*