Today marks the third day I had jolted out of the warmth and comfort of what seems to be a large hotdog. Yes, that is how I sleep at times; when you have no girlfriend, it’s perfectly acceptable.
Three days in a row I have had some bizarro dreams. One where I had trouble breathing, it was as if I was drowning in something. But the thing is I dreamt this was happening while I lay asleep in my bed.
<< Yeah, I’m a weirdo >>
The mere fact that I was asleep in MY OWN BED freaked me out. It was like that scene in the Matrix where Neo was being interrogated and then his mouth began to close. Maybe I watch too many movies. My mouth didn’t melt like that, so it’s probably not the movies.
My next dream I was riding the train, I met my friend and then he said some passive aggressive stuff, “don’t want to leave all your work on the train” he said. And like a moron, I did exactly that. Once I had realized, I ran back as fast as I could but the doors shut. Then I was just standing there and the front doors were open, yet I just stood there; I watched as they closed and it took off; all of my work, gone on that train.
<< I ran back as fast as I could but the doors shut. Then I was just standing there and the front doors were open >>
<< Yet I just stood there >>
<< I watched as they closed and it took off >>
The third and final dream that I had from my last sleep was actually a bit of an almost happy one. I had this girl I like beside me in my bed, she doesn’t like me at all IRL. I pretend not to care, but I do; a Schrödinger’s Cat type of dilemma. I was so happy, I decided that I would go straight to give her oral; because, come on. BUT this is where it get’s creepy…
I was so happy, I decided that I would go straight to give her oral; because, come on. >>
THERE WAS A WALL OF SOME SORT. Fucking Trump and Mexico, putting walls where they don’t belong. So what do they mean?
I’m drowning in something yet again, the train is leaving with all the work I put in and I let it, and there’s an invisible wall that has been put between some of us.
The unconscious holds all the truths.