What dreams are made of
I had a very strange dream in my half drunk, half asleep state this morning right before I woke up.....
I wish it was some captivating story but really it's just a couple seemingly random scenes I can remember that hopefully mean something cool?
First, there was a new museum. I was back home in the north, at a place called Pandora. It was a giant yellow building with very modern architecture and the outside had the name written in large capital letters. I went with my mom and my sister, and of all things that could be inside, the band Hopefield was playing. They were all dressed up in black and white with slicked hair and 50s sunglasses on. I think they were filming a music video, but that wraps up scene one.
Scene two: I'm sitting on a couch. In the middle of nowhere. Claire, my friend from school, is sitting next to me. For whatever reason, she has some really crazy cut that goes straight down the entire right side of her body. From head to bottom of the leg, like one long slit. But it wasn't bleeding, it was just a scar.......in this location, there was also a man and a monkey. We were all drinking monkey-picked oolong tea out of little tea cups and eating rice and squid in bowls. But the squid was black and squishy and looked like a full little squid sitting atop our bowls of rice. I dropped my tea cup and felt bad because they were really nice. The man was kind and did not mind. I picked it up and put it on the table, humbly apologizing. The tall man was on his way to the back to get me another cup, when he turned around and started back towards the table in front of Claire and I. "Where did your cup go?" the man asked. He had returned to bring the broken cup into the kitchen, but to the surprise of both of us it wasn't there. Somehow, I knew it was the monkey that took it but I haven't a clue why. The last thing I remember is the man returning with a new cup for me and then telling me I didn't like the squid.
Then my alarm rang, and it was time to go.
I wish it was some captivating story but really it's just a couple seemingly random scenes I can remember that hopefully mean something cool?
First, there was a new museum. I was back home in the north, at a place called Pandora. It was a giant yellow building with very modern architecture and the outside had the name written in large capital letters. I went with my mom and my sister, and of all things that could be inside, the band Hopefield was playing. They were all dressed up in black and white with slicked hair and 50s sunglasses on. I think they were filming a music video, but that wraps up scene one.
Scene two: I'm sitting on a couch. In the middle of nowhere. Claire, my friend from school, is sitting next to me. For whatever reason, she has some really crazy cut that goes straight down the entire right side of her body. From head to bottom of the leg, like one long slit. But it wasn't bleeding, it was just a scar.......in this location, there was also a man and a monkey. We were all drinking monkey-picked oolong tea out of little tea cups and eating rice and squid in bowls. But the squid was black and squishy and looked like a full little squid sitting atop our bowls of rice. I dropped my tea cup and felt bad because they were really nice. The man was kind and did not mind. I picked it up and put it on the table, humbly apologizing. The tall man was on his way to the back to get me another cup, when he turned around and started back towards the table in front of Claire and I. "Where did your cup go?" the man asked. He had returned to bring the broken cup into the kitchen, but to the surprise of both of us it wasn't there. Somehow, I knew it was the monkey that took it but I haven't a clue why. The last thing I remember is the man returning with a new cup for me and then telling me I didn't like the squid.
Then my alarm rang, and it was time to go.