Another dream! I'm not a man in this one. Hooray.
I've had plenty of dreams since the last time I posted on here. One where my sister took Volume 2 of my Sherlock Holmes book to school even though I told her not to. =( I thought she was going to lose that one too.
But I didn't come here to talk about that one! Last night I had a dream where I was a famous detective (I blame Sherlock Holmes. Seriously, it's stolen my brain. Why can't I dream about HIM doing things then? That would be far more interesting and fun! /digress) For some reason I was living back at the old house on Baldwin. We had a bunch of guests over, so Ann and I were upstairs staying away from them. I was called down the stairs because someone said they wanted to consult me on some kind of case. I remember that I didn't want to because Ann and had something better to do, but we listened to the client.. Apparently. I don't remember him, or him telling us the details. I must've just learned them through osmosis, because the next thing I know Ann and I are discussing what to do about this villain running around planting bombs all over the city. The villain looked like a long blue devil (we got a picture of him somehow.)
Then Ann, Ash (a thin Ashley) and I were running around trying to found little white rectangular bombs to disarm them. We found one in some old mans house, but he wouldn't let us in, so we let 3 of the bombs go off in some forest to distract the old man, so we could sneak in to his house an disarm the bomb. I didn't care about the animals in the forest, I just wanted to save that old mans house!
We got in there, but the old man caught us and chased us out with a rake. We had to climb out the window, on a windy day, and scoot across the walls of the house. I had the bomb in my hand too. It was pretty intense, maaan.
Chris woke me up around that time with his "WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" I tried to go back to sleep to dream more, but it didn't happen.
But I didn't come here to talk about that one! Last night I had a dream where I was a famous detective (I blame Sherlock Holmes. Seriously, it's stolen my brain. Why can't I dream about HIM doing things then? That would be far more interesting and fun! /digress) For some reason I was living back at the old house on Baldwin. We had a bunch of guests over, so Ann and I were upstairs staying away from them. I was called down the stairs because someone said they wanted to consult me on some kind of case. I remember that I didn't want to because Ann and had something better to do, but we listened to the client.. Apparently. I don't remember him, or him telling us the details. I must've just learned them through osmosis, because the next thing I know Ann and I are discussing what to do about this villain running around planting bombs all over the city. The villain looked like a long blue devil (we got a picture of him somehow.)
Then Ann, Ash (a thin Ashley) and I were running around trying to found little white rectangular bombs to disarm them. We found one in some old mans house, but he wouldn't let us in, so we let 3 of the bombs go off in some forest to distract the old man, so we could sneak in to his house an disarm the bomb. I didn't care about the animals in the forest, I just wanted to save that old mans house!
We got in there, but the old man caught us and chased us out with a rake. We had to climb out the window, on a windy day, and scoot across the walls of the house. I had the bomb in my hand too. It was pretty intense, maaan.
Chris woke me up around that time with his "WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" I tried to go back to sleep to dream more, but it didn't happen.