WTF, Subconscious?
I find I remember my dreams best when I sleep during the day. Last night/this morning I dreamed that I ran into Miss Tulip, who apologized for the past few years and then we spent an evening curled up and watching dvds and then the morning awkwardly showering together. We then boarded some sort of spaceship-like craft, had an argument about Star Trek and she left.
I was then informed that I was to play James T. Kirk in production of Star Trek: The Musical, to which I panicked and ran off to hide. As it turned out the craft was actually some sort of corporate office and it was an in-house production. I had recently been promoted to CEO and couldn't handle it, frequently asking Miss Winnie for advice. Not sure why she was there, but then it's no more confusing than anything else so far. Quitting my position, I ended up uncovering a plan for a mass firing/execution of some sort and snuck back into the ship, which was now suspended on the 37th floor of an office building above a massive empty space.
I managed to get back in time for the big meeting or what-have-you at which the announcement of the firing/execution was to take place. For reasons that only my subconscious could know, I spent a good chunk of time trying to explain to the Queen of England that Miss Winnie was far more organized than I could ever be and that she deserved my old job. I was about that time that the supports holding the craft above the pit were severed and it began to fall. I ran over to try and save Miss Winnie and a kitten that was there, but I got there too late and they were both killed in the fall.
I then woke up and have been nursing a headache ever since.
This has been Thew, reporting a thoroughly retarded dream.
I was then informed that I was to play James T. Kirk in production of Star Trek: The Musical, to which I panicked and ran off to hide. As it turned out the craft was actually some sort of corporate office and it was an in-house production. I had recently been promoted to CEO and couldn't handle it, frequently asking Miss Winnie for advice. Not sure why she was there, but then it's no more confusing than anything else so far. Quitting my position, I ended up uncovering a plan for a mass firing/execution of some sort and snuck back into the ship, which was now suspended on the 37th floor of an office building above a massive empty space.
I managed to get back in time for the big meeting or what-have-you at which the announcement of the firing/execution was to take place. For reasons that only my subconscious could know, I spent a good chunk of time trying to explain to the Queen of England that Miss Winnie was far more organized than I could ever be and that she deserved my old job. I was about that time that the supports holding the craft above the pit were severed and it began to fall. I ran over to try and save Miss Winnie and a kitten that was there, but I got there too late and they were both killed in the fall.
I then woke up and have been nursing a headache ever since.
This has been Thew, reporting a thoroughly retarded dream.