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Apr. 23rd, 2004 01:20 pmI had a really, really disturbing dream last night. So disturbing I don't know if I want to post it. It was about a friend of mine at school, and he did something awful to me. Ugh. It just really freaked me out, and I know he wouldn't hurt me, but still. Creepy.
I have dreams about people in my life hurting me sometimes. Like, oh, when I was twelve I dreamt my mom told me to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge--and in my dream, the bridge was being repaired and there was a big dent in it. I told my mom that the bridge was closed down and broken, but she told me to go walk across it. And I, being a fool, did, and I started falling and falling towards the water. Scared the mess out of me. Then about three years ago, I had a dream that my brother shot me in the stomach and I didn't die. I had a dream once that my sixth grade teacher was trying to beat me, and I also have had dreams about my so-called "best" friends beating me up and various other things.
I'm weird and analytical, so I think that there's meaning in everything and that all of these crazy dreams about people who are supposed to care about me or who at least like me means something. What exactly, I don't know.
It's so weird, I've been having these really vivid dreams lately. The Kevin ones, and this one with its disturbing undertones. Dreams fascinate the hell out of me. I used to be really into the whole dream analysis thing and I kept a dream journal from seventh grade up 'til about sophomore year. I even had dream dictionaries and stuff. I stopped keeping the actual dream journal because it seemed to constantly find its way under my bed, but I still have it. I get a lot of story ideas from dreams, actually. I love dreams. Truly, if I could invent anything I'd want something to record dreams with, man. Can you imagine that? Trippy, non?
I have dreams about people in my life hurting me sometimes. Like, oh, when I was twelve I dreamt my mom told me to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge--and in my dream, the bridge was being repaired and there was a big dent in it. I told my mom that the bridge was closed down and broken, but she told me to go walk across it. And I, being a fool, did, and I started falling and falling towards the water. Scared the mess out of me. Then about three years ago, I had a dream that my brother shot me in the stomach and I didn't die. I had a dream once that my sixth grade teacher was trying to beat me, and I also have had dreams about my so-called "best" friends beating me up and various other things.
I'm weird and analytical, so I think that there's meaning in everything and that all of these crazy dreams about people who are supposed to care about me or who at least like me means something. What exactly, I don't know.
It's so weird, I've been having these really vivid dreams lately. The Kevin ones, and this one with its disturbing undertones. Dreams fascinate the hell out of me. I used to be really into the whole dream analysis thing and I kept a dream journal from seventh grade up 'til about sophomore year. I even had dream dictionaries and stuff. I stopped keeping the actual dream journal because it seemed to constantly find its way under my bed, but I still have it. I get a lot of story ideas from dreams, actually. I love dreams. Truly, if I could invent anything I'd want something to record dreams with, man. Can you imagine that? Trippy, non?
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