I had three very specific dreams last night…
In the first one I was a guy… (that is just so strange but I am afraid to look up what that could mean in dream world, to regularly dream that one is a guy…..) So, I was a guy! And a handsome one, even if I say so myself! In my dream I was in this clubhouse with friends and these friends were up to no good. They were actually planning on killing someone! There was a storm outside and they were going to lure someone outside and push them in the river… knowing full well no one would survive that in the storm and that no one could go and help either. Problem! I, me, the dude, did not want to kill anyone because I had recently met a girl…. yes, guy-me was in a love with a girl with long blond hair, nice boobs and green eyes (good god what a cliché….) This girl came into the clubhouse to hide from the storm and I pulled her close to dry her off…. and while I was drying her face I started kissing her. It then became quite passionate but that should probably belong under sexy poetry….. Anyway, I did not want to go to jail for knowing about this killing that was about to take place and therefor be away from my girl…. but by this time I was just too busy to do anything about it….. (apparently it’s very difficult for a guy, well guy-me, to stop the passion once it gets going?) So. A murder did take place. It was very sad but I was strangely satisfied…. Öy men are weird.
In dream 2 I was just simply me 🙂 I was at my old job in Denmark. The best job I ever had! Not much happened in this dream… for some reason I was working in the laundry section. And my colleague kept on asking me why all the laundry was so dirty…. and I kept on wondering if she was kidding or not. We had a lengthy conversation about this and she came to the conclusion that it would be nicer to do laundry if the clothes and bedsheets were already clean… and you cant really argue against that statement, can you? Who wants to touch dirty laundry….
In the last dream I was future me!! It was in about two years from now. I know that because of who I was with. I was with someone very specific in my life and living somewhere in a faraway land. This specific person, if he is reading this, is most definitely smiling now but there is where the fun stops for him! I have no idea how or why but he had gotten himself locked up… but being the good girl that I am, I of course went to visit (or maybe I was the one locked up and he came to visit me… I dunno). It was an open kinda jail, not too strict so I was allowed to just walk around anywhere I wanted. Ya, I know, strange jail. Anyway, I was looking for the bathroom and ended up in an elevator which malfunctioned….. Somehow, in this dream of mine, the floor of the elevator started moving but the roof did not…. (ya, I dunno….). So I died. I got squashed!! Like a fucking bug!! And my dream ended with people standing around looking at my dead corpse saying ‘such a shame… she had great legs’.
So ya, those were my dreams. Usually when I start dreaming, I will do so every night for maybe a week or two… and some crazy shit goes down in these dreams of mine….. If I remember them, I will write them down for you!
~ Becca ~