I woke this morning from dreams where I was at my grandma's funeral. I was running from this guy I knew from high school whom I had called an ass because he was spitting everywhere and revving his engine to scare children. He got his cronies against me, and I was just running through this high school knocking people down and crashing through doors, hoping to get outside. And then when I did, I couldn't figure out where I was supposed to go for the funeral.
Insert a brief ice dancing scene that made me feel like a star.
And then I was crossing a train bridge over this disgusting reddish water, and trains were coming by on the four rails al the time. I was chewing on wax for some reason, and it kept getting bigger and bigger in my mouth all the time, no matter how much I spit out. Ugh.
Oh, and at some point there was this huge line of old ladies with perfectly round, curly hair. They all looked like my grandma, the one who had died (she actually died about ten years ago), except for the one that looked like my old pastor's wife.
I don't get it.
Today I'm at work from 11 to 7. Well doggies.
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1 comment:
Wow, sounds like you had *quite* the dream last night! Did you wake up exhausted?
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