Here's to a new DJ...
Posted on: Feb-15th-2008, 04:40:21 AM |
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Dream 1:
The dream was a bit all over the place. It started out with me and Sarah being in a mall. She was on a stage doing something and I was in the audience watching. There were these two hot guys sitting next to me. I gave them my number and told them to call us. They never did, but their friend did. So we hung out with their friend, who wasn't very cute but was very sweet. We were walking around the mall and ran into one of the original guys I gave the number to. He was kind of being an ass.
The next thing I remember is that we were outside, running around. And the cops thought we were running because we did something bad, so they started chasing us. The FBI was eventually after us as well, it got really intense. There were these bad ninja guys who were actually commiting crimes. The three of us were hiding in the shadows and these two ninjas shot something up into the air and pulled themselves up this tall building. The FBI and police thought it was me and one of my friends. There was a bomb up there. Next thing I know, there was a man strapped to the bomb way up in the air. He was the father of the guy who was with me and Sarah. All of a sudden my friend flew up to his. He told his son that he was just going to turn his head and move on, and everything would be ok. I don't remember the bomb ever going off, the scene shifted.
I was back in the mall, alone. My lesbian sister Cassie was recently engaged to a guy. I was walking around the mall going from store to store. There was this little cafe I went into with a bunch of hot guys sitting at the table near the door. I kept going in to buy food just because I wanted one of them to talk to me. The last time I went in there I realized how stupid I must look for buying so much food, so I just left really quickly. My sister and her fiance were eating dinner in a restaurant. I walked past and decided I'd go in and tell them I was heading home. Maryann, a former teacher of mine from college, who is also very crazy to say the least, saw me and followed me in. I told her I was going to talk to my sister, but she followed anyway. I sighed loudly hoping she'd get the hint. Eventually she left. No one said much until she did. It was a strange restaurant. You ordered your food at a front desk that resembled a bank. There were a ton of chasheir/order stations. There were items on the menu I had never heard of in my life. Cassie and her fiance were writing a letter to his father, who he refered to as "Ted" and not "Dad," about this engagement. They finished eating and writing the letter. They got up and were getting ready to mail it. I walked out with them telling them I was heading home.
The scene shifted yet again. Now I am in a music store with my mother. Simon Cowell walks by and I hesitate to ask him for a hug. Then I realize that he's probably used to it, so I go and ask him for one. He is much shorter in my dream. He sort of burries his head in my neck and doesn't let go of this hug. Then he starts kissing my neck, eventually we start making out. I ask him if he wants to go somewhere, and we do. We go to his hotel room. I get nervous because I have to shave my legs. He's in the bathroom brushing his teeth. I think of asking him if I can freshen up real quick myself before we do anything. I don't get a chance because he just gets right into it, moving me onto the bed, in a very sexy way I might add. He's completely naked now, and he is very well endowed, which really turns me on. He has me in this awkward position and can't get it in all the way and I am trying to tell him that we need to be doing it in another position. Then the scene shifts while we're having sex.
We are outside on the beach. We are far enough away from the water, so I thought, that it wouldn't get in the way. There is a large trailer, for a truck, down by the water. The tide is rising quickly and no matter how far away from the shore we move, the waves follow us. So we stop. The trailer is overtaken by the water and sinks. We get in a very large truck, like a regular pick-up but massivly big, to drive off. Simon Cowell turns into my ex-boyfriend, Matthew. As we drive out of the beach parking lot, we see a tiny puppy. Matthew gets out and he hops in the truck into my lap. I ask Matthew if we can keep him, calling Matthew baby, even though we've been broken up for over six months now. He said that we have to find the owner first, and if not then we can keep him. We saw his name on the collar. Matthew rolls down both of our windows. He asks me to delete his brother's friends from his cell phone. I tell him I don't know who are his friends and who are his brother's friends. I just tell him each name as I go down the address book. I tell him that I never stopped thinking about him. Matthew is yelling out the windows, "Did anyone lose a dog? Did anyone lose a dog named ______" I forget what the name of the dog was, it was a weird name. Somehow, in the process, the dog died. I want to say it jumped out the window, because the entire time we were driving and looking for it's owner, he kept trying to. But the scene shifted before it actually happened.
Matthew and I were walking around outside now, I think we were in Chicago. I was upset about the puppy dying still. My parent's showed up out of nowhere. Now the dog had belonged to them at one point as well. I told them both to sit down. I started telling them the story of what happened. Meanwhile, Matthew is behind me acting foolish, as if it were a joke. I finish telling my parents what happened and walk off, very upset with Matthew. He asked me what was wrong.
"You're supposed to be supportive!" I shouted at him, trying to hold back my tears. He didn't say anything.
"You're supposed to love me! Because I still do! I always have!" Now I am in tears. He has a very shocked look on his face. I walk off. He follows and puts his arm around my waist.
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