Wierd ass dream log. Enty #327899
Many o' times I try to explain how wierd and nonsensical my dreams are to other people. I don't think it's possible to do. Every person and face in my dreams is vague. I can only really guess who is even in my dreams most the time.
Last night was a little bit different but it's a good example of how obscure they are. Nothing that happens is usually relevant to anything else that happens.
Me, Jolena, and some others were driving through Kent, only Kent had turned into a hot spot for hookers. Whoever was in the car with us got out and got with a hooker. So me and Jolena (who was actually clearly Jolena in my mind) went with a bunch of faceless people to the bowling alley. A lot of random crazy shit probably happened at this point that I don't recall. All I really recall is going out to my car to get cigarettes and a white cabrio parks in the spot next to me and clips my truck in the process so I start banging on the windows and this lady won't get out of the car because I'm just yelling my face off at this person. The next thing I know I managed to send the cabrio through the roof of the bowling alley. I didn't throw it or use telekenisis or anything, it just sort of happened. So tehre's a cabrio hanging through the roof of the bowling alley and all hell breaks loose inside the bowling alley and all i care about is getting the hell out of there before someone finds out I caused this. The bowling alley catches on fire and I'm franticly trying to find jo and finally I have this stroke of genius to call her on my cell phone. To my dismay her number is no longer in my phone and I wake up.
Yep so that's a typical night in my head. The past few nights I've had dreams about seeing how many times a snake could bite me on the foot in some restaraunt somewhere while simultaneously injecting the antivenom, and how some more faceless friends made a band called MALK and stood infront of some market on a street corner somewhere next to a gallon of MALK sitting on top of a post.
They say people dream because of some sort of desire or a need to express an emotion or balance out feelings. If that's true I'd love to have my dreams analyzed because I don't know wtf.
I may have wrote about this before but I used to have reoccuring drems of falling. It started out where I would just sort of be falling and wake up when I hit the ground or just before, but then I started falling off of strange things in strange places and situations. Like a 200 foot tall ladder going to a slide with people piled on it all fighting to try to get to the top just to slide back down and do it again. Then eventually whenever I'd have these dreams I'd realize they were a dream, and while I'd fall i'd enjoy it... like sky diving. Not long after that they stopped happening. Now it seems the only common theme is confusion and snakes... Snakes come in to play a lot.
Last night was a little bit different but it's a good example of how obscure they are. Nothing that happens is usually relevant to anything else that happens.
Me, Jolena, and some others were driving through Kent, only Kent had turned into a hot spot for hookers. Whoever was in the car with us got out and got with a hooker. So me and Jolena (who was actually clearly Jolena in my mind) went with a bunch of faceless people to the bowling alley. A lot of random crazy shit probably happened at this point that I don't recall. All I really recall is going out to my car to get cigarettes and a white cabrio parks in the spot next to me and clips my truck in the process so I start banging on the windows and this lady won't get out of the car because I'm just yelling my face off at this person. The next thing I know I managed to send the cabrio through the roof of the bowling alley. I didn't throw it or use telekenisis or anything, it just sort of happened. So tehre's a cabrio hanging through the roof of the bowling alley and all hell breaks loose inside the bowling alley and all i care about is getting the hell out of there before someone finds out I caused this. The bowling alley catches on fire and I'm franticly trying to find jo and finally I have this stroke of genius to call her on my cell phone. To my dismay her number is no longer in my phone and I wake up.
Yep so that's a typical night in my head. The past few nights I've had dreams about seeing how many times a snake could bite me on the foot in some restaraunt somewhere while simultaneously injecting the antivenom, and how some more faceless friends made a band called MALK and stood infront of some market on a street corner somewhere next to a gallon of MALK sitting on top of a post.
They say people dream because of some sort of desire or a need to express an emotion or balance out feelings. If that's true I'd love to have my dreams analyzed because I don't know wtf.
I may have wrote about this before but I used to have reoccuring drems of falling. It started out where I would just sort of be falling and wake up when I hit the ground or just before, but then I started falling off of strange things in strange places and situations. Like a 200 foot tall ladder going to a slide with people piled on it all fighting to try to get to the top just to slide back down and do it again. Then eventually whenever I'd have these dreams I'd realize they were a dream, and while I'd fall i'd enjoy it... like sky diving. Not long after that they stopped happening. Now it seems the only common theme is confusion and snakes... Snakes come in to play a lot.