Mar 01, 2009 01:58
Subconscious has left me on a huge cliffhanger. Last night I was shopping in some kind of airport terminal buying Topshoppy things (absolute shopaholic when I'm not in reality), only the staff had all decided to leave early. Even more bizarrely, my dream self still insisted on wanting to pay for her items. As she'd clearly forgotten that this was a dream, events decided to remind by having Eminem turn up and hold her hostage just as she was talking to a nice grey haired lady. Last thing I know, he was insisting on shooting me and put a gun in my mouth before things ended abruptly.
I like Eminem, but I've had better, sexier dreams.
music,
celebrity dreams,
dreams