Weird dream time!
It's weird dream time again!
I'm at school in the 500 building and I've taken all my stuff (keys, phone, wallet, iPod) out of my pockets because I guess it was bugging me in there or something. I gave it to some people to watch, and of course when I came back an hour or so later my keys and phone were gone. I was like "shiet!" As I'm walking out of a hallway in the 500 building toward the quad I see some mexican guy and ask him if he's seen my stuff and he's like "no" then I catch a glance in to this box he's holding and I see my cell phone slide out from underneath something.
This next part is weird because I don't really remember how I recovered all of my stuff, but I know I confronted the guy and kept badgering him and probably chasing him until I got it back. Then I got it back.
As I was walking around I saw that Maxim magazine (more commonly known as a booby-oriented magazine) was calling me and I knew it had to be because they wanted me to tell the story of my daring rescue of my stuff to them so they could print it. I said no, because I'm so above that kind of publicity. I'm so modest it hurts!
End of that one.
In another dream me and some people (Ryan is the only one I specifically remember) are at a movie store that's set up like the bowling alley we usually go to all two times we've been bowling. For some reason I'm thinking it has no ceiling. They had some deal where you could buy two classic old movies and get some kind of discount on any newer movie that you want to buy too.
I picked out two old movies then took them up to the counter to choose my new movie but I kept forgetting what the choices were. I think I thought something like "Man this sucks, I always forget stuff in dreams." I guess I'd already picked out a new movie before I got up to the counter and that confused the cashier lady who looked like the cashier lady at where I ate last night at Universal City Walk. As I was walking out I mused on how prices were nice and simple back in the old days because I was able to buy with just a ten. "Totals never came to things like $17.39. That's so nice that they have a retro movie store like this."
The first dream probably has something to do with me feeling like I've conquered HS and moved on from that stage of my life. I don't really know what the movie store one is. Maybe I yearn for older and more simple times? Whatever.
I'm at school in the 500 building and I've taken all my stuff (keys, phone, wallet, iPod) out of my pockets because I guess it was bugging me in there or something. I gave it to some people to watch, and of course when I came back an hour or so later my keys and phone were gone. I was like "shiet!" As I'm walking out of a hallway in the 500 building toward the quad I see some mexican guy and ask him if he's seen my stuff and he's like "no" then I catch a glance in to this box he's holding and I see my cell phone slide out from underneath something.
This next part is weird because I don't really remember how I recovered all of my stuff, but I know I confronted the guy and kept badgering him and probably chasing him until I got it back. Then I got it back.
As I was walking around I saw that Maxim magazine (more commonly known as a booby-oriented magazine) was calling me and I knew it had to be because they wanted me to tell the story of my daring rescue of my stuff to them so they could print it. I said no, because I'm so above that kind of publicity. I'm so modest it hurts!
End of that one.
In another dream me and some people (Ryan is the only one I specifically remember) are at a movie store that's set up like the bowling alley we usually go to all two times we've been bowling. For some reason I'm thinking it has no ceiling. They had some deal where you could buy two classic old movies and get some kind of discount on any newer movie that you want to buy too.
I picked out two old movies then took them up to the counter to choose my new movie but I kept forgetting what the choices were. I think I thought something like "Man this sucks, I always forget stuff in dreams." I guess I'd already picked out a new movie before I got up to the counter and that confused the cashier lady who looked like the cashier lady at where I ate last night at Universal City Walk. As I was walking out I mused on how prices were nice and simple back in the old days because I was able to buy with just a ten. "Totals never came to things like $17.39. That's so nice that they have a retro movie store like this."
The first dream probably has something to do with me feeling like I've conquered HS and moved on from that stage of my life. I don't really know what the movie store one is. Maybe I yearn for older and more simple times? Whatever.