"everyday is like sundays"
before i forget...i had a really bad dream this morning. i kept thinking about it for hours even after i woke up, but now the details are kind of fuzzy. so i will try my best to try to piece it together...
i was in school...it was kind of a combination of high school and college. mr. murphy, my high school english teacher was there, and so was professor sutherland, my english teacher from this past semester. i think they were conspiring against me, i don't know why. and we had these weird little rooms that were probably like 30 square feet and we kept all of our shit there, and i locked myself out of it but then somehow got in...and these two guys, i feel like i know them in real life, but i don't...they kept trying to get me to leave with them. i think that i do know them, but in the dream they just appeared different. seemed like one of them was actually james page or something, but i remember exactly what they looked like, i even had a picture of them on my phone...so anyway, they were trying to get me to leave with them, but i had my red bag with all this shit in it that i was planning to bring home and i kept calling both my parents for a ride but they weren't taking my calls or something. so i started walking and the two guys were harassing me and trying to steal my bag and i just didn't want to go with them. it was much more intense in the dream, i woke up sweating and everything. and they just wouldn't leave me alone, and then i started running and found this weird house and got this nun-like lady to let me hide down in the basement but they somehow found me and i remember asking her to just protect my red bag...and i was crying, calling my parents and they didn't believe me that anything was wrong and kept telling me to have the other parent come pick me up or something...i think it was snowing in the dream, too. hmmm uhhhh it's just really hard trying to recall every single detail of my dream so late in the day.
i hate when i do this. i always forget what the point of the dream was, by the time i go to write it down. i mean i woke up at around 1 and now it's only three hours later so i guess the dream should still be fresh in my mind, but ehh it's not. so that's that. i just know the dream had some significance to it, whether it had to do with school (possibly choosing english as my major?) or with those two guys who just wouldn't leave me alone that i swear i know in real life. nonetheless...i don't think i got away in the end, i just remember waking up in a cold sweat.
caramel is so cute :)
i'm going to miss her.
i don't want to go back to school.
at least ashley won't be at the apartment as often anymore...
i was in school...it was kind of a combination of high school and college. mr. murphy, my high school english teacher was there, and so was professor sutherland, my english teacher from this past semester. i think they were conspiring against me, i don't know why. and we had these weird little rooms that were probably like 30 square feet and we kept all of our shit there, and i locked myself out of it but then somehow got in...and these two guys, i feel like i know them in real life, but i don't...they kept trying to get me to leave with them. i think that i do know them, but in the dream they just appeared different. seemed like one of them was actually james page or something, but i remember exactly what they looked like, i even had a picture of them on my phone...so anyway, they were trying to get me to leave with them, but i had my red bag with all this shit in it that i was planning to bring home and i kept calling both my parents for a ride but they weren't taking my calls or something. so i started walking and the two guys were harassing me and trying to steal my bag and i just didn't want to go with them. it was much more intense in the dream, i woke up sweating and everything. and they just wouldn't leave me alone, and then i started running and found this weird house and got this nun-like lady to let me hide down in the basement but they somehow found me and i remember asking her to just protect my red bag...and i was crying, calling my parents and they didn't believe me that anything was wrong and kept telling me to have the other parent come pick me up or something...i think it was snowing in the dream, too. hmmm uhhhh it's just really hard trying to recall every single detail of my dream so late in the day.
i hate when i do this. i always forget what the point of the dream was, by the time i go to write it down. i mean i woke up at around 1 and now it's only three hours later so i guess the dream should still be fresh in my mind, but ehh it's not. so that's that. i just know the dream had some significance to it, whether it had to do with school (possibly choosing english as my major?) or with those two guys who just wouldn't leave me alone that i swear i know in real life. nonetheless...i don't think i got away in the end, i just remember waking up in a cold sweat.
caramel is so cute :)
i'm going to miss her.
i don't want to go back to school.
at least ashley won't be at the apartment as often anymore...