dreams (not the cranberries song)

Dec 26, 2007 13:00

every couple nights or so,
you know you pop into my dreams.
i just can't get rid of you
like you got rid of me.
oh but i send my best,
'cause God knows you've seen my worst.

dreams are the weirdest thing. yesterday morning i dreamt this crazy dream where i was waiting in line for a chicken sandwich and deb and larry were working the food counter and alana (this 8 year old girl i know from the marquis) and her brother got hot dogs with meatballs on them. and then i was engaged (i have no idea to whom, i never saw his face or anything, it was like an implied presence) and i had to get an engagement dress and go down into this pool ceremonially like baptism and i told people waiting in line for food to take pictures with their cameras and cell phones and put them on facebook. there are a lot more detailed things i remember from the dream, but i won't write all of them. so strange...

and then last night i had another dream that made me wonder.

it's interesting how dreams can sometimes seem completely random and then sometimes they seem to have some meaning to them. maybe we just attribute meaning because we want to, but i know that people have received messages through dreams in the past.
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