Jul 28, 2006 18:19
Weird dreams are fun, but not when they interrupt much-needed sleep.
It starts out that there's this giant thunderstorm (I mean fucking HUGE). I see my mom out at the car bringing in groceries, so I run out to help her, but when I get outside, the sky had completely disappeared (just went all black, but somehow there was still sunlight). Somehow this doesn't phaze me, but mom's no longer at the car, so I go back inside. I look out the window again and it's just a normal day outside.
I go into my room, but it's the call center, but it's like a maze. I walk around and find my friend Steph and try to sit down, but for some reason I can't. (Something else happened at this point I think, but I forget what exactly.) I leave the "call center" and am back at my house, but in the basement. My grandfather (who happens to be extremely religious in real life) is there, and he start's telling me about how all books are plagiarized because they really all come from God but no one gives him credit, and then he realizes he missed the first third of his favourite radio show, and gets really distraught, as though something bad was going to happen because of it, and keeps saying "Oh, goddamn it!"
I leave (with Hot Hot Heat now in my head, haha) and go back upstairs. This time my room is my room, but there are two mirrors hanging on the wall. One of the mirrors reflect what I would expect to see, the room, me, etc. The other mirror reflection shows me sitting at my computer and when I look at what should be myself in the mirror, I'm an obese naked woman.