A real dream. YAY!
Quenching thy thirst for such random edifications conjured from this chasm subconscious of mine, the astral proceedings called forth ere this morn forthcame as thus:
Build up this image in your mind - ice. Lots of ice and cute fuzzy pinguins. Then atop a snow-ridden landscape, watch as a man smokes his mahogany pipe inside his warm, inviting hut. And since this has nothing to do with my dream, we will ignore it...
Now picture in your mind lots of brown. Then picture lots of dust. Now add a bit of stucco buildings. Finally, touch up the palce with completely random additives that make no sense. You have sucessfully built a mental image of México... or more precisely the border, la frontera as the mexicans lovingly call it. The other benefit of your fabricated Mexico is that you are now verily viewing this dreamscape I last encountered. Both my mom and stepdad were mexicans as well, proud owners of a stucco building which stood out from all the rest like a needle in a haystack. Besides such, they enjoyed it. Apparently, it was also completely normal to have a 10 meter tall stucco wall fortifying your scucco house as well, because that's precisely what they had. I believe that a dog happily roamed the yard as well, though that little detail remains fuzzy to the conscious mind right now. In this mexican ideal scene, out of no where and with abolutely no warning a random crack in the ground began propogating beneath right where I was standing and toward the house. It is interesting to note that, seemingly, this is also normal for my parents just stood outise in the lawn smiling the entire time. Howere, as I was being threatened to fall into a chasm of doom I decided it would be good to run. Or more precisely, I began running and my mind later decided that this was a good idea. About the same time that my mind came to grips with the situation and agreed with my panic, it also thought that running in the same direction as the propogating crack was a bad idea. So I make a quick +pi/2 turn, running straight for the 10 meters of vertical stucco, namely the wall. Here, things begin to get fuzzy. The general gist is that an upturned shopping cart leaning against the wall, combined with my running towards the wall resulted in a world record high jump. The next part is the most exciting. Jemma called! No really Jemma did call, so that is where and why my dream panics and flies away.
As for the analysis, that's easy. México is random and always have a shopping cart.
Have a great day! And remember... smile just because you can.
Build up this image in your mind - ice. Lots of ice and cute fuzzy pinguins. Then atop a snow-ridden landscape, watch as a man smokes his mahogany pipe inside his warm, inviting hut. And since this has nothing to do with my dream, we will ignore it...
Now picture in your mind lots of brown. Then picture lots of dust. Now add a bit of stucco buildings. Finally, touch up the palce with completely random additives that make no sense. You have sucessfully built a mental image of México... or more precisely the border, la frontera as the mexicans lovingly call it. The other benefit of your fabricated Mexico is that you are now verily viewing this dreamscape I last encountered. Both my mom and stepdad were mexicans as well, proud owners of a stucco building which stood out from all the rest like a needle in a haystack. Besides such, they enjoyed it. Apparently, it was also completely normal to have a 10 meter tall stucco wall fortifying your scucco house as well, because that's precisely what they had. I believe that a dog happily roamed the yard as well, though that little detail remains fuzzy to the conscious mind right now. In this mexican ideal scene, out of no where and with abolutely no warning a random crack in the ground began propogating beneath right where I was standing and toward the house. It is interesting to note that, seemingly, this is also normal for my parents just stood outise in the lawn smiling the entire time. Howere, as I was being threatened to fall into a chasm of doom I decided it would be good to run. Or more precisely, I began running and my mind later decided that this was a good idea. About the same time that my mind came to grips with the situation and agreed with my panic, it also thought that running in the same direction as the propogating crack was a bad idea. So I make a quick +pi/2 turn, running straight for the 10 meters of vertical stucco, namely the wall. Here, things begin to get fuzzy. The general gist is that an upturned shopping cart leaning against the wall, combined with my running towards the wall resulted in a world record high jump. The next part is the most exciting. Jemma called! No really Jemma did call, so that is where and why my dream panics and flies away.
As for the analysis, that's easy. México is random and always have a shopping cart.
Have a great day! And remember... smile just because you can.