I dream retarded dreams.
Had some WEIRD dreams last night... One of those 'everything is completely random' dreams:
My mom was making me go to church. I was still in my PJs, and I ended up getting picked up by my brother in his tricked-out van - HAHA! - of all things. He had a huge flatscreen TV installed in the dashboard where the passenger seat should have been, and I was just chilling in the back, watching National Geographics while he was smoking a joint and drove. I then remembered in a previous dream that I had a new pet kitten, which I had some how lost track of in the van, so I started rooting around until I found him. His name was Rover or some dumb shit, lol. He was an orange tabby with white paws, big blue/green eyes... cute little guy.
We eventually got to 'church' and it then occurred to me that I wasn't dressed appropriately, so I grabbed Rover and told Derek I'd meet him back at the house later, and started out on foot. I started walking down the street, and in a flash, I was approaching my house (which was actually my old house in Homestead), and walked up to my car. I realized again that I had lost Rover, and for some reason, started searching in my car. I heard meowing in my back seat, and realized it was coming from the actual backseat itself. I ripped it open, and there was a whole litter of kittens!! I was like "Um... damn... Ok??" and started taking them out. I heard someone calling my name, and as I turned to see who it was, I woke up. WEEEEIRD.
I had another dream when I fell back asleep, but that one I'll save for myself... =}
Ok... Yeah. I don't even know, lol. Why it is the dreams that I think are important are the hardest to remember, but the most retarded ones stand out fresh in my mind upon waking?
My mom was making me go to church. I was still in my PJs, and I ended up getting picked up by my brother in his tricked-out van - HAHA! - of all things. He had a huge flatscreen TV installed in the dashboard where the passenger seat should have been, and I was just chilling in the back, watching National Geographics while he was smoking a joint and drove. I then remembered in a previous dream that I had a new pet kitten, which I had some how lost track of in the van, so I started rooting around until I found him. His name was Rover or some dumb shit, lol. He was an orange tabby with white paws, big blue/green eyes... cute little guy.
We eventually got to 'church' and it then occurred to me that I wasn't dressed appropriately, so I grabbed Rover and told Derek I'd meet him back at the house later, and started out on foot. I started walking down the street, and in a flash, I was approaching my house (which was actually my old house in Homestead), and walked up to my car. I realized again that I had lost Rover, and for some reason, started searching in my car. I heard meowing in my back seat, and realized it was coming from the actual backseat itself. I ripped it open, and there was a whole litter of kittens!! I was like "Um... damn... Ok??" and started taking them out. I heard someone calling my name, and as I turned to see who it was, I woke up. WEEEEIRD.
I had another dream when I fell back asleep, but that one I'll save for myself... =}
Ok... Yeah. I don't even know, lol. Why it is the dreams that I think are important are the hardest to remember, but the most retarded ones stand out fresh in my mind upon waking?