weird-ass dreams again
seriously. weiredest-ass dream ever.
it was right before finals and i was at home trying to study at like, 1 AM. then my parents decide that before i leave for school again we should like, "bond" i guess.
so we go swimming in the woods.
in the middle of the night. they think the fresh air will be good for me. so we swim through all these little creeks in the woods, some of them so shallow i get mud in my bathing suit. and then we hear this drumming, like a tom-tom and this little indian dude appears with these 2 guys that we had seen just outside of the woods and now the indian dude's got them tied up. he says something i don't remember and we follow him. we end up inside this prison with these 2 freaky ladies in business skirts and blouses and this one lanky tall dude with a mustache in a suit. they put us in chairs and told us they were going to do some harmless experiments. and i was like "how long is this going to take, i have a test at 9:40" and they were like, "oh, don't worry about it. you'll make it to your test." but they were doing these weird experiments where they'd put all these drinks in front of us until we got really thirsty & then they wouldn't let us have them. and then if someone tried to get up from their chair they'd freak out and be like "DON'T LET HER LEAVE!" so i started getting freaked out, like maybe these people are insane and these experiments might not be so harmless. so i snuck out and jumped the prison fence and this big black guy with a pocket knife tried to get me to help him out. he swore that if i helped him out he wouldn't hurt me. even though he was wielding a knife. while i was having inner turmoil over the knife-wielding-black-convict situation, the skirt ladies found me and tried to make me come back inside. i fought them off physically...i kicked them and elbow-jabbed them until they were unconscious...or maybe dead. and i ran away. i was running through the streets like "holy crap, i think i just killed someone..." but i was also scared that maybe i HADN'T killed them and they were coming after me. then suddenly (and non-sensically) i'm back in the prison. and i sneak out again. while i'm running, some chick recognizes me from home or high school or something and follows me and won't effing shut up. i hide in a fruit cart but she follows me and yammers on and on to the point where i think she's gonna give us away and i'll get caught.
and then i woke up.
it was right before finals and i was at home trying to study at like, 1 AM. then my parents decide that before i leave for school again we should like, "bond" i guess.
so we go swimming in the woods.
in the middle of the night. they think the fresh air will be good for me. so we swim through all these little creeks in the woods, some of them so shallow i get mud in my bathing suit. and then we hear this drumming, like a tom-tom and this little indian dude appears with these 2 guys that we had seen just outside of the woods and now the indian dude's got them tied up. he says something i don't remember and we follow him. we end up inside this prison with these 2 freaky ladies in business skirts and blouses and this one lanky tall dude with a mustache in a suit. they put us in chairs and told us they were going to do some harmless experiments. and i was like "how long is this going to take, i have a test at 9:40" and they were like, "oh, don't worry about it. you'll make it to your test." but they were doing these weird experiments where they'd put all these drinks in front of us until we got really thirsty & then they wouldn't let us have them. and then if someone tried to get up from their chair they'd freak out and be like "DON'T LET HER LEAVE!" so i started getting freaked out, like maybe these people are insane and these experiments might not be so harmless. so i snuck out and jumped the prison fence and this big black guy with a pocket knife tried to get me to help him out. he swore that if i helped him out he wouldn't hurt me. even though he was wielding a knife. while i was having inner turmoil over the knife-wielding-black-convict situation, the skirt ladies found me and tried to make me come back inside. i fought them off physically...i kicked them and elbow-jabbed them until they were unconscious...or maybe dead. and i ran away. i was running through the streets like "holy crap, i think i just killed someone..." but i was also scared that maybe i HADN'T killed them and they were coming after me. then suddenly (and non-sensically) i'm back in the prison. and i sneak out again. while i'm running, some chick recognizes me from home or high school or something and follows me and won't effing shut up. i hide in a fruit cart but she follows me and yammers on and on to the point where i think she's gonna give us away and i'll get caught.
and then i woke up.