It usually irritates the piss out of me when people share their dreams, but mine was so strange I thought it was funny.
I’m a student walking around a strange high school. The hallway starts to get foggy and people start to make “Aww man, not again” noises. It smells funny, and so I think to myself this school must have a problem with kids using stink bombs. Suddenly, I realize that some people are on the ground and others are running away because it is nerve gas. I head for the stairs to try to get out of there. (This is where things get weird.) The stairs are really pieces of playground equipment! You know those tube things they make mazes out of? Yep. I have to crawl through some of those to get out of there. People are passing out everywhere and I cannot move. The world is getting fuzzy. Then I wake up.
As I kissed SK bye this morning, she told me that I startled myself awake last night when I did a little snore. While writing out this entry I put two and two together, and I bet it was when I thought the nerve gas got me!
Now I want to go to McDonald’s and play on the playground!
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I alway have this thing about stairs in dreams. They’re always unuseable for one reason or another.
What is with people and wierd dreams today!
Comment by maskedfencer — March 25, 2005 @ 9:40 am
Yeah it was definitely a weird dream night last night. That is a funky dream you had. Crazy stuff. Nerve gas? right. You defintiely should go play at Mickey D’s by the way
PS - don’t read my journal if you get irritated by dream sharing ha.
Comment by mustangtali — March 25, 2005 @ 11:01 am
:p It irks me when people share every day and they make no sense. I love reading your journal
As for Mickey D’s, do you know what kids do in those ball pits? EwWwwWww!
Comment by jaxia — March 25, 2005 @ 11:04 am
I suppose that means something…
Comment by jaxia — March 25, 2005 @ 11:05 am
If you’re going to analyze my dreams, I’ll point out what Freud would say about a woman wanting to play in tubes.
Oh, wait, you do like women.
Well, see, Freud was right!
Comment by maskedfencer — March 25, 2005 @ 11:16 am
Gross. Yet it *would* explain the part about the ‘nerve’ gas.
Yarha, Moon Angels, Passing Out the Gas
Comment by yarha — March 25, 2005 @ 12:00 pm
I once dreamed about seven fat cows and seven lean..ah..wait, no, that was somebody else’s. :p
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Comment by yarha — March 25, 2005 @ 12:01 pm
Haha, that’s almost as weird as mine. A couple days ago I dreamed that I was trying to commit suicide by jumping out of a window. which sounds terrible, but you know how dreams are; the mood and the imagery don’t always go together. It was just something I needed to do today for some reason, like going to the store for milk. It actually got kind of annoying, since I kept failing and having to go all the way up the stairs again. I think I succeeded a couple times, but I didn’t really know what to do after that so I just kept trying. Then it changed, and I was in some sort of building that was being invaded by what I think was a horde of weasels, though I never actually saw them, and I got in a car with a bunch of other people to escape, but somebody kept stalling cause she was adjusting her sandwich.
I think if Freud tried to interpret my dreams, he would simply conclude, “Lady, you’re nuts.”
Comment by _dahne_ — March 25, 2005 @ 3:23 pm
Or, “College students really need to lay off the late night burritos.”
Comment by maskedfencer — March 26, 2005 @ 12:20 am
Freud was right
One of the few times… ;p
Comment by jaxia — March 26, 2005 @ 3:58 pm
Waiter, there’s a hair in my dream
Comment by jaxia — March 26, 2005 @ 3:59 pm
adjusting her sandwich
Uhm ^^
I don’t think I’ve ever called mine sandwich!
Comment by jaxia — March 26, 2005 @ 4:00 pm
Yeah, they tend to piss off roommates
Comment by jaxia — March 26, 2005 @ 4:01 pm
I’ll leave out the prerequisite hot dog jokes.
Comment by maskedfencer — March 26, 2005 @ 9:47 pm