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When I slept over in Amherst I dreamt that I was watching a reality show with Katrina, and the show was all black people in the audience. The contestants were all white people who had ansestors who were slave owners or were racists themselves and they were put in a cage and had these torture devices attached to their skin. Like scissors would be pinching their arms and if they pulled it off a wrench would grip on their other arm and they got worse and worse as they kept trying to remove them and they couldn't stop it. And the black people in the audience were laughing their asses off. I looked at Katrina who was drying laughing and she said "This is my favorite show. Me and Jake watch it all the time." And I just was grossed out by it. But then I woke up and had another ridiculous dream.
I dreamt that Linda and I were babysitting Mark, and that he somehow became a five year old with bleach blond hair. He kept running away from us and we had to find him so Linda and I started to look for him. What was wierd was that we were babysitting him while his family was home having a party. Like people who I thought were his aunts and uncles were at his house, which wasn't his house, and I've never met anyone in his family besides his mom. And I haven't even hung out with Mark in over a year and the last time I saw him was in February for Linda's birthday. So anyways, we found Mark sleeping on the stairs, and he was laying on his side with his hands in the typical pretend sleep position, like as if he was saying a prayer, ya know. And rather than wake him up or something, Linda and I sat there and just patted(sp?) his hair, which was like silk.
WHAT THE FUCK. They don't even make any sense. I want to see a dream specialist.
I dreamt that Linda and I were babysitting Mark, and that he somehow became a five year old with bleach blond hair. He kept running away from us and we had to find him so Linda and I started to look for him. What was wierd was that we were babysitting him while his family was home having a party. Like people who I thought were his aunts and uncles were at his house, which wasn't his house, and I've never met anyone in his family besides his mom. And I haven't even hung out with Mark in over a year and the last time I saw him was in February for Linda's birthday. So anyways, we found Mark sleeping on the stairs, and he was laying on his side with his hands in the typical pretend sleep position, like as if he was saying a prayer, ya know. And rather than wake him up or something, Linda and I sat there and just patted(sp?) his hair, which was like silk.
WHAT THE FUCK. They don't even make any sense. I want to see a dream specialist.