Why?
Why? Why is Bryan updating two days after his last post? What other fascinating parts of his life will we hear about? You may be asking yourself these questions, but I've got no answers for you.
Congrats to Cam for getting this vacuum cleaning job. What hotel is it for again? Har har. Jis' kiddingg, jis' kiddinggg. No seriously, this job sounds great. I am pretty happy for you.
So I have decided that I am going to post a dream I had over the summer. I had it in my dream journal, but it is the only entry I have in it so far. It was on July 21, 2005.
Cameron and I are on a big cruise boat that has just arrived on an island that has a huge hotel/restaurant. We were milling with the crowd that was getting off of the boat, when I spotted Cameron's parents. I almost went over to say hello to them when a second couple walked up to them before me and said, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Right away I got a horrible filling in the pit of stomach, like everything was going to hell. I walked back over to Cameron, and before he could ask what had happened, I dragged him away with me to go hide, trying to explain why we were running. Unfortunately, I couldn't actually get out any coherent words to him until I finally found a movie theatre, where we sat down in our seats, gasping for air. The seats were very close together, which I thought was odd. It made me feel like I was fat. But that's besides the point. Anyway, I finally leaned over to whisper to Cameron, "Your parents are Mr. and Mrs---" BAM! His mom pops out of a seat in front of me like a jack-in-the-box, with a malicious grin. She said, "We are what?" haha my first thought was, 'what an evil bitch'. How horrible. But I yelled to Cameron, "RUN!!!!" and we ran down some steps to a dungeon-type area. As we started running down there, Cameron just kind of disappeared. For some reason, this was ok. I knew he was safe, wherever he went. Then I spotted Katie over in the corner. I grabbed her, and we ran down a hallway. We stopped outside a classroom (evidently the dungeon area was short), and then we pretended we were making out so I could whisper to her what was going on. I told her the deal with Cameron's parents, and she was really scared. When she gasped, a group of people which included "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" found us, and we ran and ran and ran until we found this old, dilapidated room. I shut the rotted wooden door, and we hid. Suddenly, and old man and his wife came in. They started to have sex? I think but then they stopped and started talking to us. As they were talking to us, the room fell apart. I knew, just knew, that the Smiths had blown up the building. As they room came apart, it filled with water very rapidly. I held onto Katie, and we were rushed outside along with the other guests. Some of them had gotten ahold of rafts and little boats. Katie went away and found a boat, but I couldn't fit on it with her. I started to despair because she was leaving me, but then she got out of the boat and swam back over to me, leaving me feeling a lot better. Then, my friend Terri showed up with a spare raft and offered it to us. We thanked her and crawled onto it. We floated in the lake-like area for what seemed like days. Everyone around us was extremely hungry. This kid I worked with at the movie theatre was teaching people how to catch fish with their bare hands underwater. I remember the fish being hairy. They were catfish, of course. But this wasn't enough to satisfy everyone. But, thank the Lord, we found a rather large group of frogs. Everyone snatched one up and began eating them raw. I ate one, too. Little did we know these frogs belonged to a group of researchers. They found out what we had done, and were positively furious. So of course, as payment for our debt, they decided we had to help them win a swimming meet by being on their team. I was pretty happy about it, in reality. I watched Katie swimming laps when I realized I didn't have goggles. I went around asking if anyone had a spare pair, and no one did. I had that feeling of anxiety you get when you can't find your wallet/keys/cell phone, etc. Anyway, a solution presented itself. I slapped my head and thought, 'how dumb am i?'. So I went over to the Marines and signed up, and they gave me a free pair of goggles. The end.
Anyway, this was the weirdest dream I've had in a long while. It pretty much tops anything I've had this year, except maybe when my dad was axe murdering the whole family.
Fin.
Congrats to Cam for getting this vacuum cleaning job. What hotel is it for again? Har har. Jis' kiddingg, jis' kiddinggg. No seriously, this job sounds great. I am pretty happy for you.
So I have decided that I am going to post a dream I had over the summer. I had it in my dream journal, but it is the only entry I have in it so far. It was on July 21, 2005.
Cameron and I are on a big cruise boat that has just arrived on an island that has a huge hotel/restaurant. We were milling with the crowd that was getting off of the boat, when I spotted Cameron's parents. I almost went over to say hello to them when a second couple walked up to them before me and said, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Right away I got a horrible filling in the pit of stomach, like everything was going to hell. I walked back over to Cameron, and before he could ask what had happened, I dragged him away with me to go hide, trying to explain why we were running. Unfortunately, I couldn't actually get out any coherent words to him until I finally found a movie theatre, where we sat down in our seats, gasping for air. The seats were very close together, which I thought was odd. It made me feel like I was fat. But that's besides the point. Anyway, I finally leaned over to whisper to Cameron, "Your parents are Mr. and Mrs---" BAM! His mom pops out of a seat in front of me like a jack-in-the-box, with a malicious grin. She said, "We are what?" haha my first thought was, 'what an evil bitch'. How horrible. But I yelled to Cameron, "RUN!!!!" and we ran down some steps to a dungeon-type area. As we started running down there, Cameron just kind of disappeared. For some reason, this was ok. I knew he was safe, wherever he went. Then I spotted Katie over in the corner. I grabbed her, and we ran down a hallway. We stopped outside a classroom (evidently the dungeon area was short), and then we pretended we were making out so I could whisper to her what was going on. I told her the deal with Cameron's parents, and she was really scared. When she gasped, a group of people which included "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" found us, and we ran and ran and ran until we found this old, dilapidated room. I shut the rotted wooden door, and we hid. Suddenly, and old man and his wife came in. They started to have sex? I think but then they stopped and started talking to us. As they were talking to us, the room fell apart. I knew, just knew, that the Smiths had blown up the building. As they room came apart, it filled with water very rapidly. I held onto Katie, and we were rushed outside along with the other guests. Some of them had gotten ahold of rafts and little boats. Katie went away and found a boat, but I couldn't fit on it with her. I started to despair because she was leaving me, but then she got out of the boat and swam back over to me, leaving me feeling a lot better. Then, my friend Terri showed up with a spare raft and offered it to us. We thanked her and crawled onto it. We floated in the lake-like area for what seemed like days. Everyone around us was extremely hungry. This kid I worked with at the movie theatre was teaching people how to catch fish with their bare hands underwater. I remember the fish being hairy. They were catfish, of course. But this wasn't enough to satisfy everyone. But, thank the Lord, we found a rather large group of frogs. Everyone snatched one up and began eating them raw. I ate one, too. Little did we know these frogs belonged to a group of researchers. They found out what we had done, and were positively furious. So of course, as payment for our debt, they decided we had to help them win a swimming meet by being on their team. I was pretty happy about it, in reality. I watched Katie swimming laps when I realized I didn't have goggles. I went around asking if anyone had a spare pair, and no one did. I had that feeling of anxiety you get when you can't find your wallet/keys/cell phone, etc. Anyway, a solution presented itself. I slapped my head and thought, 'how dumb am i?'. So I went over to the Marines and signed up, and they gave me a free pair of goggles. The end.
Anyway, this was the weirdest dream I've had in a long while. It pretty much tops anything I've had this year, except maybe when my dad was axe murdering the whole family.
Fin.