This dream I had
I had this dream last night.
I dreamed that everyone I knew was walking back to uni past the sports centre, and at some point we were on some kind of tram. This whole bit is a bit vague.
When we got back, some of us started to lose our minds. We got stupid and started to only care about strange and pointless things. Me and some others got really scared of this happening to us, and I tried to convince someone, who happened to be someone from FF Net, but eho looked nothing in the dream like the picture I've seen of her, how terrible it was by showing her a club full of these people who had lost their minds, where they were showing off their biggest craze- something which was regarded as a competition, but it was actually just one person chained to a stake while another attacked them with a chainsaw. She got slightly scared but didn't seem to mind all that much.
I realised that in the area where I could lose my mind, the air was thicker which made the sound seem a bit muted, and I figured out that if I could hear traffic, I was safe. I met some others, including someone from my gospel choir, who were going to leave town to escape, and they asked if I wanted to come with them. We set off, and then I asked them if I'd need anything. Someone told me that it's always good to keep some tinned food and a few good hats on you. So, knowing how risky it was, I ran back home to get them. Except in the dream, Upper Beechwood was this massive building like the Arts Tower, and I lived up on the 21st floor. I ran into my room, grabbed some tinned fruit and ran, but then realised that I'd need more, and some hats. So I ran back to get all the tinned food I had, my two baker boy hats and this grey thing which I knew I needed to take because I've never had a chance to wear it properly. While I was getting them, my roomie woke up, but in the dream my roomie was another person from FF Net who I've never even seen a picture of, but in the dream she had massive blonde hair. She told me it was good when you lost your mind, and then I realised she was in bed with my A-Level German teacher, and I was horrified to find out that my ex-teacher had lost her mind too.
I out to the lift, very slowly because the air was thick, and they chased me but I escaped, and got back to the safe area and found the people I was escaping with. We saw someother people in the safe area, including someone else from gospel choir, but we couldn't tell whether they'd already lost their minds or not. We tried to pretend we had, just in case they had and they attacked us. We shook hands with the one I knew and carried on.
Eventually we got to this Catholic church, where we were all dressed in identical outfits. The lads were all wearing white silk shirts and trousers with black sort of vine-like embroidery, and the girls were wearing dresses with the same design, except with black panels at the back of the skirt. I remember thinking it was quite cool to be one of those people who turn up to church dressed identical. We walked through the grounds of the church, and we could hear a song being sung from somewhere about a golden path that leads to the Vatican, and then we got into the church. The priest started the service when we got in, even though there were still loads of people outside. He was proper Irish and everything, and he said "good morning" and we replied, and then I noticed that one of the other girls who'd escaped was crying. The priest noticed, and said "hey, we've got a crying girl", then shoved a microphone in her face and told her to say good morning.
Then I woke up fearing that I had something to do today that I was going to miss. I keep getting that feeling. As far as I know there is nothing I have on today. I'm going away to BUSA tomorrow, but I don't know how, when or anything. Maybe that's what it is; I need to wait for an email.
I finally got round to watching my weird French film, 'Innocence' last night. Or rather, half past two this morning while Louise was in bed. It was so amazing tho. Really beautiful and haunting. I love symbolic films like that. I can think about them for ages trying to figure out what they're really about.
And I'm so proud of myself- on Wednesday I went to someone from my drama class' house, and we even played drinking games, and I didn't touch any alcohol at all! I really am proud- I've been drinking far too much lately.
Now I need to get back to FF Net and review more people, goddamnit.
I dreamed that everyone I knew was walking back to uni past the sports centre, and at some point we were on some kind of tram. This whole bit is a bit vague.
When we got back, some of us started to lose our minds. We got stupid and started to only care about strange and pointless things. Me and some others got really scared of this happening to us, and I tried to convince someone, who happened to be someone from FF Net, but eho looked nothing in the dream like the picture I've seen of her, how terrible it was by showing her a club full of these people who had lost their minds, where they were showing off their biggest craze- something which was regarded as a competition, but it was actually just one person chained to a stake while another attacked them with a chainsaw. She got slightly scared but didn't seem to mind all that much.
I realised that in the area where I could lose my mind, the air was thicker which made the sound seem a bit muted, and I figured out that if I could hear traffic, I was safe. I met some others, including someone from my gospel choir, who were going to leave town to escape, and they asked if I wanted to come with them. We set off, and then I asked them if I'd need anything. Someone told me that it's always good to keep some tinned food and a few good hats on you. So, knowing how risky it was, I ran back home to get them. Except in the dream, Upper Beechwood was this massive building like the Arts Tower, and I lived up on the 21st floor. I ran into my room, grabbed some tinned fruit and ran, but then realised that I'd need more, and some hats. So I ran back to get all the tinned food I had, my two baker boy hats and this grey thing which I knew I needed to take because I've never had a chance to wear it properly. While I was getting them, my roomie woke up, but in the dream my roomie was another person from FF Net who I've never even seen a picture of, but in the dream she had massive blonde hair. She told me it was good when you lost your mind, and then I realised she was in bed with my A-Level German teacher, and I was horrified to find out that my ex-teacher had lost her mind too.
I out to the lift, very slowly because the air was thick, and they chased me but I escaped, and got back to the safe area and found the people I was escaping with. We saw someother people in the safe area, including someone else from gospel choir, but we couldn't tell whether they'd already lost their minds or not. We tried to pretend we had, just in case they had and they attacked us. We shook hands with the one I knew and carried on.
Eventually we got to this Catholic church, where we were all dressed in identical outfits. The lads were all wearing white silk shirts and trousers with black sort of vine-like embroidery, and the girls were wearing dresses with the same design, except with black panels at the back of the skirt. I remember thinking it was quite cool to be one of those people who turn up to church dressed identical. We walked through the grounds of the church, and we could hear a song being sung from somewhere about a golden path that leads to the Vatican, and then we got into the church. The priest started the service when we got in, even though there were still loads of people outside. He was proper Irish and everything, and he said "good morning" and we replied, and then I noticed that one of the other girls who'd escaped was crying. The priest noticed, and said "hey, we've got a crying girl", then shoved a microphone in her face and told her to say good morning.
Then I woke up fearing that I had something to do today that I was going to miss. I keep getting that feeling. As far as I know there is nothing I have on today. I'm going away to BUSA tomorrow, but I don't know how, when or anything. Maybe that's what it is; I need to wait for an email.
I finally got round to watching my weird French film, 'Innocence' last night. Or rather, half past two this morning while Louise was in bed. It was so amazing tho. Really beautiful and haunting. I love symbolic films like that. I can think about them for ages trying to figure out what they're really about.
And I'm so proud of myself- on Wednesday I went to someone from my drama class' house, and we even played drinking games, and I didn't touch any alcohol at all! I really am proud- I've been drinking far too much lately.
Now I need to get back to FF Net and review more people, goddamnit.