lazy gun
I've had a string of very strange dreams the past few nights.
A scheme. A wedding. Tiny adults in a cabinet. This isn't real - yet? Yes. Unbelievable happiness. Michael Jordan. His son. Spooning. Saying goodnight. He came back made of ice cream.
Last night, during my nine hours of sleep (!!!) I had a nightmare.
I went home for a weekend. My house wasn't my actual house. My mom (who took us out for Mexican food - I guess she was around in the dream) told me I was too fat. My brother agreed with her, then told me I wasn't going back to school. My dad thought I hadn't been doing well enough and was taking me out. I remember arguing with each of them about all these things, all the while somehow switching between jeans and sweatpants. I finally struck a deal with my dad that I could get one B+ (the rest had to be As) and I could stay in school.
The whole thing was really bizarre and kind of freaked me out.
A scheme. A wedding. Tiny adults in a cabinet. This isn't real - yet? Yes. Unbelievable happiness. Michael Jordan. His son. Spooning. Saying goodnight. He came back made of ice cream.
Last night, during my nine hours of sleep (!!!) I had a nightmare.
I went home for a weekend. My house wasn't my actual house. My mom (who took us out for Mexican food - I guess she was around in the dream) told me I was too fat. My brother agreed with her, then told me I wasn't going back to school. My dad thought I hadn't been doing well enough and was taking me out. I remember arguing with each of them about all these things, all the while somehow switching between jeans and sweatpants. I finally struck a deal with my dad that I could get one B+ (the rest had to be As) and I could stay in school.
The whole thing was really bizarre and kind of freaked me out.