Oh Mr. Sandman, Bring Me A Dream
Or, actually, don't. Because I just had the WORST dream ever, and I do not want to continue it and see what happens next.
The basic jist was that I was at a massive 4th of July celebration at some random stranger's house, with a bunch of people I kind of sort of hang out with now, albeit very rarely. At one point, one of the guys is giving me a present (because I guess in my dream you give presents on July 4th?), and I opened it up and it was a book. A book about something I really couldn't care less about, and the topic somehow related to romance, too... I guess. And I was just kind of like uhhhhh ok thanks. At which point he says something about how after I've read it maybe we can "blend together." I'm all of a sudden whipped into this frenzied emotional state about how I do like him, but I know he doesn't really like me and is only settling for me because he thinks he can't get anyone else and I can't get anyone else either, so I'm like, "What the crap is that supposed to mean?!" And he's being all weird about it and I'm getting really uncomfortable.
Then he clarifies it as meaning that we should start dating. And I get the heebie jeebies (which would not be my usual reaction; and even earlier in the dream I had been flattered when he was doing nice things for me, so this was just random) and I go off to do something, never actually turning him down but trying to work out in my mind the best way to tell him that I have hope for BOTH of us, and he is going to find someone that's right for him and so am I, and we shouldn't settle for something we don't really want.
Then all of a sudden I'm driving home from Christmas at my grandparents' like we always do on Christmas night, except for some reason I drove separately. I get back to my parents' house before everybody else, and as I'm driving up the driveway I see a package on the lawn. I look at it and it's from UPS or someone, and they've signed a note on top saying love, Santa. And I think it's cute that they'd take the time to do that. I park the car and go inside, and as I'm going inside, I kind of see/hear people inside.
If you know my family (most people who read this do not), or where we live, you know it's completely out in the boonies. Our closest neighbor lives through the woods, and there's no way I could make it over there if I was running from someone.
So because I'm stupid, I guess, I continue going into the house, concerned that they probably were stealing all of our Christmas presents from that morning and had used Christmas as a nice time to clean the place out, since they knew we'd be gone all day. I open the door and start SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER, stuff about GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE I'M CALLING THE COPS blah blah blah, on and on. Meanwhile, I'm fighting to get my cell phone out of my purse as I'm running inside and screaming. When I get to the living room, they are just standing there, staring/laughing at me. So I keep screaming at them to get the hell out, and the one guy pulls out this chain, a la True Blood's first episode where Sookie throws the chain at that one bad guy and it chokes him. And he LUNGES it at me, and I know it's going to wrap around my neck, and then he's saying all this horrible stuff to me, mocking me, yada yada. I don't remember what he was saying but it was AWFUL. And then the chain is wrapped around my neck and I'm fighting to breathe, and that's when I woke up.
Yeah. FREAKING AWFUL. I imagine it had something to do with sleeping at a weird angle on the couch with the TV on... mixed with past romantic drama and people's recent burglaries and watching a lot of True Blood.
Hopefully that's out of my system now, so I can sleep in my comfy bed in peace for the rest of the night.
Ughhhh.
The basic jist was that I was at a massive 4th of July celebration at some random stranger's house, with a bunch of people I kind of sort of hang out with now, albeit very rarely. At one point, one of the guys is giving me a present (because I guess in my dream you give presents on July 4th?), and I opened it up and it was a book. A book about something I really couldn't care less about, and the topic somehow related to romance, too... I guess. And I was just kind of like uhhhhh ok thanks. At which point he says something about how after I've read it maybe we can "blend together." I'm all of a sudden whipped into this frenzied emotional state about how I do like him, but I know he doesn't really like me and is only settling for me because he thinks he can't get anyone else and I can't get anyone else either, so I'm like, "What the crap is that supposed to mean?!" And he's being all weird about it and I'm getting really uncomfortable.
Then he clarifies it as meaning that we should start dating. And I get the heebie jeebies (which would not be my usual reaction; and even earlier in the dream I had been flattered when he was doing nice things for me, so this was just random) and I go off to do something, never actually turning him down but trying to work out in my mind the best way to tell him that I have hope for BOTH of us, and he is going to find someone that's right for him and so am I, and we shouldn't settle for something we don't really want.
Then all of a sudden I'm driving home from Christmas at my grandparents' like we always do on Christmas night, except for some reason I drove separately. I get back to my parents' house before everybody else, and as I'm driving up the driveway I see a package on the lawn. I look at it and it's from UPS or someone, and they've signed a note on top saying love, Santa. And I think it's cute that they'd take the time to do that. I park the car and go inside, and as I'm going inside, I kind of see/hear people inside.
If you know my family (most people who read this do not), or where we live, you know it's completely out in the boonies. Our closest neighbor lives through the woods, and there's no way I could make it over there if I was running from someone.
So because I'm stupid, I guess, I continue going into the house, concerned that they probably were stealing all of our Christmas presents from that morning and had used Christmas as a nice time to clean the place out, since they knew we'd be gone all day. I open the door and start SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER, stuff about GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE I'M CALLING THE COPS blah blah blah, on and on. Meanwhile, I'm fighting to get my cell phone out of my purse as I'm running inside and screaming. When I get to the living room, they are just standing there, staring/laughing at me. So I keep screaming at them to get the hell out, and the one guy pulls out this chain, a la True Blood's first episode where Sookie throws the chain at that one bad guy and it chokes him. And he LUNGES it at me, and I know it's going to wrap around my neck, and then he's saying all this horrible stuff to me, mocking me, yada yada. I don't remember what he was saying but it was AWFUL. And then the chain is wrapped around my neck and I'm fighting to breathe, and that's when I woke up.
Yeah. FREAKING AWFUL. I imagine it had something to do with sleeping at a weird angle on the couch with the TV on... mixed with past romantic drama and people's recent burglaries and watching a lot of True Blood.
Hopefully that's out of my system now, so I can sleep in my comfy bed in peace for the rest of the night.
Ughhhh.