People mentioned here: Jerry, Brianna
I slept way too long last night, so I had a multitude of craziness.
To preface, I'm not particularly under a lot of stress, it feels like. I'm in a better state of mind than I've been in possibly a year. I'm making (slightly) more money and between Jerry and myself we're doing alright. My favorite famous person in the world is coming to Tennessee for the first time ever to blast us all away, my apartment is somewhat clean and starting to get furniture.
In short/tl;dr - I feel much happier than normal.
So, I get weird dreams! Enjoy. XD
I was driving late at night in a strange place. When late night turned to early morning, I decided I wanted some Burger King breakfast croissants.
Somehow, instead of ending up at Burger King, I was suddenly in Las Vegas, early morning. I was wearing tight, shiny, purple, leopard prints pants and a purple tank top like something straight out of an LMFAO music video.
I went into a casino that happened to be having a random drawing for thousands of dollars towards dream weddings. I leapt at the chance - there were going to be three drawings, and even third place got $1,000 dollars.
Turns out I knew the other two in the contest - Meagan, one of my coworkers, and the third one, I don't remember anymore. Oops.
This is Meagan, although I have no idea what's going on in this pic :o)
When the draw happened, the three of us were the three winners. Imagine that! So in order to claim my $1k, I had to go through processing.
Now, processing in this dream meant getting put in a little booth that traveled through underground tunnels, like a cross between what happened in Caspar and a carnival ride. All the while, a narrator was telling me how the guy who was going to 'process' me hoped I was hot so he could probably molest me, but since I wasn't, it was disappointing.
Wtf? Self esteem issues much?
Dude, I just the other day had a drunk discussion with someone about how beautiful I thought she was and vice-versa XDDD My self esteem issues should be fixed by now.
Other than that, wow, okay, random Caspar sequence from my far off childhood and Vegas? I mean, I love Vegas, so why not dream about it?
I was sitting on the top of some bleachers that were folded in, i.e., in compact mode. I could not jump to get down and was sort of stuck.
Then, magically and randomly, Brianna appeared out of nowhere and started sliding the bleachers out by hand to help me down.
When I got down, she took me by the hand and we walked off. I felt intensely giddy and girly.
Like Inception said, the desire for catharsis is greater than the desire for revenge.
This next one is a little more difficult to remember, as I waited a few days to post it. Here it goes, to the best of my memory...
It was night, in a mutated fun house straight out of nightmares. Broken lightbulbs on the exterior, clowns with chipping paint faces, and a creaking sound to every metal bone in its body.
Within, I was all but trapped, but this was no nightmare. I remember riding a shaking elevator barely big enough for one up and down the levels. Inside was a little robotic clown girl who said nothing, but listened to my problems every time I rode.
I later found out she was sentient. The next time I rode the elevator, I tried to talk to her, but she still would not respond.
Beside the funhouse was a set of rusted, overgrown train tracks. I could hear whistling in the distance, but there was no train.
What's frustrating is that I know there was a lot more cool things to this but since I'm a procrastinator I have totally forgotten it all. Oh well.
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