F'ed Up Dreams
I am not sure how seeing Old City Sideshow, a Migraine, to PBR's and Mint Gum inspired this... but here goes...
I've got recurring factors in my dreams recently, of which I am none too pleased. One element being the dreams being far too real. Here was last night's taste.
Getting on the wrong road/highway.
Getting stuck in a sudden snowstorm on my old motorcycle.
Getting yelled at by a driver for something that I was doing to help him pass me.
Getting hit by said driver's vehicle.
Getting stranded at a school of some fashion which previously had been a motel.
Getting harassed/accosted by a homeless man who was stealing from all of us, and had some kind of vendetta from a previous dream... (yes, I have a recurring homeless man... somewhat terrifying)
Getting my glasses broken by said homeless man.
Getting my wallet stolen by said homelesss man.
Flipping the f out and attacking same individual and being asked to leave the school/motel because I was cursing around children.
Being stranded without cash nor car in some backwater, desperation sets in.
Then I woke up, realizing it was all ok, I was in my own bed, I didn't *own* a motorcycle *or* a car anymore. My truck is in the driveway and fine, and my Puppy is here to keep me company, I'm not stranded or alone.
All in all, a really messed up night.
I've got recurring factors in my dreams recently, of which I am none too pleased. One element being the dreams being far too real. Here was last night's taste.
Getting on the wrong road/highway.
Getting stuck in a sudden snowstorm on my old motorcycle.
Getting yelled at by a driver for something that I was doing to help him pass me.
Getting hit by said driver's vehicle.
Getting stranded at a school of some fashion which previously had been a motel.
Getting harassed/accosted by a homeless man who was stealing from all of us, and had some kind of vendetta from a previous dream... (yes, I have a recurring homeless man... somewhat terrifying)
Getting my glasses broken by said homeless man.
Getting my wallet stolen by said homelesss man.
Flipping the f out and attacking same individual and being asked to leave the school/motel because I was cursing around children.
Being stranded without cash nor car in some backwater, desperation sets in.
Then I woke up, realizing it was all ok, I was in my own bed, I didn't *own* a motorcycle *or* a car anymore. My truck is in the driveway and fine, and my Puppy is here to keep me company, I'm not stranded or alone.
All in all, a really messed up night.