I had some more weird dreams...
I had some more weird dreams...
The first one there was this slightly fuzzy lonnng caterpillar and we had to grab onto it, with our feet to the left, and then it rose up and its circular sections filled with air and it flew.
Fry from Futurama was there riding/hanging from it too.
It landed at some giant indoor playground thing.
Something happened with a little black kid that I can’t remember...
Then I dreamed my mom beat my face until it was purple and I was sweating light blue and purple shit and I was crying cuz it freaked me out.
Then, to cheer me up, Tim took me to this fall fair thing and bought himself a new tie die shirt and then, I guess it was Halloween, cuz he took us to some place to scare us, out in front of this spooky house. I found this weird melting cement coin on the way.
Then suddenly my dad was the Malcolm in the Middle dad and he was trying to scare us with this ghost story.
And I was naked and pissing on this rock behind the place where he was telling it.
But the story was TRUE and there were these fucking scary evil witch ladies that were killing babies or something but some little girl (who was my sister, wtf) lit the house on fire and I threw the coin into the fire and they burned to death.
Then I dreamed I was at Carly’s school but it was REALLY little kid-ish. Like, they kept trying to separate us.
We went to this big muddy field and had to run through sprinklers…
And then there was this crazy Sesame Street show thing on with these babies with leafs on their head coming out of the ground and Elmo and Zoie were showing how to spell things.
Then it was over and we were out on the sidewalk and she got picked up and I was left alone. And I pulled the metal braces off my molars (even though in real life I don’t have any). It kind of hurt.
Then I dreamed I was at my mom’s house but Willy Wonka (the old one) lived there and his Oompa-Loompas were all a foot tall, didn’t speak, ad growled and bit at my ankles and they all tried to rape me at Willy Wonka’s command because I was going through one of his drawers but I woke up before they did.
I don't think those are translateable...
Caterpillar Dream:
feeling a sense of freedom to start on my way to achieving my goal of being more carefree or having some fun and getting to know some of my talents and abilities that I have long ignored or disregarded.
The first one there was this slightly fuzzy lonnng caterpillar and we had to grab onto it, with our feet to the left, and then it rose up and its circular sections filled with air and it flew.
Fry from Futurama was there riding/hanging from it too.
It landed at some giant indoor playground thing.
Something happened with a little black kid that I can’t remember...
Then I dreamed my mom beat my face until it was purple and I was sweating light blue and purple shit and I was crying cuz it freaked me out.
Then, to cheer me up, Tim took me to this fall fair thing and bought himself a new tie die shirt and then, I guess it was Halloween, cuz he took us to some place to scare us, out in front of this spooky house. I found this weird melting cement coin on the way.
Then suddenly my dad was the Malcolm in the Middle dad and he was trying to scare us with this ghost story.
And I was naked and pissing on this rock behind the place where he was telling it.
But the story was TRUE and there were these fucking scary evil witch ladies that were killing babies or something but some little girl (who was my sister, wtf) lit the house on fire and I threw the coin into the fire and they burned to death.
Then I dreamed I was at Carly’s school but it was REALLY little kid-ish. Like, they kept trying to separate us.
We went to this big muddy field and had to run through sprinklers…
And then there was this crazy Sesame Street show thing on with these babies with leafs on their head coming out of the ground and Elmo and Zoie were showing how to spell things.
Then it was over and we were out on the sidewalk and she got picked up and I was left alone. And I pulled the metal braces off my molars (even though in real life I don’t have any). It kind of hurt.
Then I dreamed I was at my mom’s house but Willy Wonka (the old one) lived there and his Oompa-Loompas were all a foot tall, didn’t speak, ad growled and bit at my ankles and they all tried to rape me at Willy Wonka’s command because I was going through one of his drawers but I woke up before they did.
I don't think those are translateable...
Caterpillar Dream:
feeling a sense of freedom to start on my way to achieving my goal of being more carefree or having some fun and getting to know some of my talents and abilities that I have long ignored or disregarded.