Darling, in my wildest dreams...
Been having the odd dreams, most of which I remember for a few minutes upon waking, or maybe later in the day, but then they fade before I write them down. A lot of them are stress dreams, surprise-surprise. This morning I kept hitting the snooze button and starting to fall back asleep, and it occurred to me after about the third time that the dreams weren't really all that pleasant, and maybe I'd be happier if I just got up. So I did. Stumbled around and fed everyone and took a shower, and felt much, much better. And then completely forgot this morning's dreams. All I remember is that there were a lot of angry people, and something icky.
The dreams from the night before I still remember bits of. I was graduating college, and the people I had been with the whole time were wandering the school with me (resembling Humboldt only in that there were trees and stairs everywhere, and it was raining) feeling odd that we weren't going to be seeing one another anymore. I kept saying "I can't believe I'm not a student anymore! I've been in school my whole life!" (Note, I seem to have been channeling my 23 year old self, because I have now been out of school for a third-plus of said life.) Then the school turned into a spaceship, or a rocket, or something, and all the doors closed, which was ominous. My gloves came to life and started shlumping off by themselves, which creeped me out. The girl next to me said "Yeah, mine did that last time. It's really gross. Gloves really shouldn't do that." Then there was folk dancing, and I don't know why. There was a bride and groom, and the groom looked really familiar, but I couldn't place what show I'd seen him in. He was tall, but the weird headdress thing got in the way. Then we (I don't know who we is, but it was a we) were in an asylum, and we had to try to break someone out. There were secret keys, and hiding in staircases, and bad guys and uniformed people with weapons and people turning into monkeys. I'm not sure why they were turning into monkeys, but they did. Or I did. Or I saw someone do it, and it had something to do with what the asylum people were doing to people there, and why we had to break them out.
Or something. Maybe. I don't know: it may be my head, but sometimes I get the feeling I'm just visiting.
The dreams from the night before I still remember bits of. I was graduating college, and the people I had been with the whole time were wandering the school with me (resembling Humboldt only in that there were trees and stairs everywhere, and it was raining) feeling odd that we weren't going to be seeing one another anymore. I kept saying "I can't believe I'm not a student anymore! I've been in school my whole life!" (Note, I seem to have been channeling my 23 year old self, because I have now been out of school for a third-plus of said life.) Then the school turned into a spaceship, or a rocket, or something, and all the doors closed, which was ominous. My gloves came to life and started shlumping off by themselves, which creeped me out. The girl next to me said "Yeah, mine did that last time. It's really gross. Gloves really shouldn't do that." Then there was folk dancing, and I don't know why. There was a bride and groom, and the groom looked really familiar, but I couldn't place what show I'd seen him in. He was tall, but the weird headdress thing got in the way. Then we (I don't know who we is, but it was a we) were in an asylum, and we had to try to break someone out. There were secret keys, and hiding in staircases, and bad guys and uniformed people with weapons and people turning into monkeys. I'm not sure why they were turning into monkeys, but they did. Or I did. Or I saw someone do it, and it had something to do with what the asylum people were doing to people there, and why we had to break them out.
Or something. Maybe. I don't know: it may be my head, but sometimes I get the feeling I'm just visiting.