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Whil my boyfriend works on his paper (ahahahaha) I will be a lazy bitch and listen to "Tumbling Down."
I had the most BIZARRE dream this morning... I just need to get it out, I think it was a bunch of small dreams but there was some sort of narrative thread.
Yeah, I have to agree with Cap'n & the Senator, Daniel was fucking with me.
So I was back on my island... and IKW had a beachfront house, I think it was my ex's... he was standing by a grill and I remember a lot of the conversation sounded like "Life with Midget" and then I was telling him that I couldn't go out with (or go down on?) him because I was with someone else, clearly the Cap'n, who in my mind looked like the Quaalude. Dubya tee eff.
Then I was in the car with my brother. Our old car. The old blue Explorer that he got when he started driving, that we would go everywhere in to buy Star Wars action figures. Anyway, we were on our way back to the island, the route we usually take from Pennsyltucky, and it was pouring rain. It was night time. And, just like the Holy Thursday we were going to the beach, we totalled the car, probably the same way we did last time... but for some odd reason I don't think we left unscathed in my dream... I'm not sure what happened, but I have this awful awful feeling about it and I'm really fucking scared... it didn't end there, though.
Then we were at my house down there. And I was with my parents and brother and his roommate. She wanted to bring her boyfriend, too. My brother reluctantly said okay, my dad seemed to be fine with it, but my mom and I would not let him in. In the background two of my brother's friends (both brothers actually) were trying on these weird shirts and running back out to show them to us. I kept telling this guy (my brother's roommate's boyfriend - who looked like no one I remember) that he couldn't come in, that he looked familiar and I didn't like his face. He kept pushing my hair in front of my eyes and hitting me, and I told him if he wanted to marry this girl I now called "my sister" he shouldn't beat me up, even if we weren't related by blood. When I said this, I understood that I wasn't really the daughter of my parents or sister of my brother -- I was adopted. And this guy kept hitting me and pulling my hair in front of my face... it was scary.
Then the Senator came in and my mom called and I woke up.
Any suggestions as to what the fuck this means? I'd love 'em.
I had the most BIZARRE dream this morning... I just need to get it out, I think it was a bunch of small dreams but there was some sort of narrative thread.
Yeah, I have to agree with Cap'n & the Senator, Daniel was fucking with me.
So I was back on my island... and IKW had a beachfront house, I think it was my ex's... he was standing by a grill and I remember a lot of the conversation sounded like "Life with Midget" and then I was telling him that I couldn't go out with (or go down on?) him because I was with someone else, clearly the Cap'n, who in my mind looked like the Quaalude. Dubya tee eff.
Then I was in the car with my brother. Our old car. The old blue Explorer that he got when he started driving, that we would go everywhere in to buy Star Wars action figures. Anyway, we were on our way back to the island, the route we usually take from Pennsyltucky, and it was pouring rain. It was night time. And, just like the Holy Thursday we were going to the beach, we totalled the car, probably the same way we did last time... but for some odd reason I don't think we left unscathed in my dream... I'm not sure what happened, but I have this awful awful feeling about it and I'm really fucking scared... it didn't end there, though.
Then we were at my house down there. And I was with my parents and brother and his roommate. She wanted to bring her boyfriend, too. My brother reluctantly said okay, my dad seemed to be fine with it, but my mom and I would not let him in. In the background two of my brother's friends (both brothers actually) were trying on these weird shirts and running back out to show them to us. I kept telling this guy (my brother's roommate's boyfriend - who looked like no one I remember) that he couldn't come in, that he looked familiar and I didn't like his face. He kept pushing my hair in front of my eyes and hitting me, and I told him if he wanted to marry this girl I now called "my sister" he shouldn't beat me up, even if we weren't related by blood. When I said this, I understood that I wasn't really the daughter of my parents or sister of my brother -- I was adopted. And this guy kept hitting me and pulling my hair in front of my face... it was scary.
Then the Senator came in and my mom called and I woke up.
Any suggestions as to what the fuck this means? I'd love 'em.