So I finally had a dream last night. I don't know if it has to do with the chocolate I ate last night, but I FINALLY had a dream. It's been some time since my last one.
Charlie Sheen. Yes. He was my boyfriend in my dream everybody. Charlie Sheen! What? Charlie Sheen? I don't even "like" the guy in "that way." So why the hell Charlie Sheen? He was my boyfriend and I was in that television show he's in "Two and a Half Men" and I guess I must of been one of his girlfriends--yikes!
Then I dreamed of my favorite jacket--it was getting all worn out and I was sad.
I was half awake when Aaron started to breathe on me and I was like, "Can you not breathe on me, please? Thank you. I'm trying to have a dream with my boyfriend Charlie Sheen, OK? Gawd." He chuckled.
Update: I had lunch with Aaron this afternoon and reminded him of my dream when he reminded me that when I told him I was dreaming about Charlie Sheen, I was dreaming about Charlie Sheen on Halloween in my dream.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
No Go
So this morning I had a dream about vampires. Right now I can't even remember what it was about other than it was with vampires.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
What's In A Name
I also had a dream about a week or two ago that I just remembered. It was very short and to the point. I was on stage playing with my "band members." We just finished playing a song and everyone loved it. No one apparently knew the name of our band and someone asked out loud. My sister, who was also in the audience, shouted, "Ask her father what her last name is!" Totally didn't make sense.
A Road To Somewhere
OK, so I had a dream last night, or rather, this morning, and I must say it was a little disturbing--only because I dreamed of another man. I suppose from here on out I should just establish that I dream in color. Rarely, do I ever dream in black and white. Should I ever dream in black and white you will be notified.
Anyway, silly me, I was with another man. Eh, it's just a dream so don't even go there. This man has blonde hair. Um, so we did some things--bad things that I shouldn't be dreaming of since I'm a married woman. However, I am human and that is that.
Things took place at a funeral. And I will do my best to explain accurately, but dreams are complicated. Someone had died, obviously, and I was invited. It reminded me of a movie or a play because it was very planned out. People were very fit and very dressed up, too dressed up to be an ordinary funeral. Everyone was beautiful. People were singing and the next scene that rolled was shot from three angles. One, from my point of view. The second from the blonde man's point of view. The third from my husband's point of view.
Everyone was gathered on a road, so it seems. People were talking about the person who had died. It was outdoors in the hot sun. I remember transitioning to the effects of a stage. It was a little confusing and tricky, like I zoomed out because I was looking too closely. Now that I had stepped back I could see that that everyone was standing on a moving platform type thing which explains the three points of views. All three of us had been on seperate platforms. My husbands platform rolled away to the left. The blonde man's platform rolled away to the right. And everyone continued singing. As they rolled away one after the other, behind them revealed an empty road in the hot sun that went somewhere. Where it went didn't matter. Just that it was me and my group and I was staring at this road.
And that's it.
Anyway, silly me, I was with another man. Eh, it's just a dream so don't even go there. This man has blonde hair. Um, so we did some things--bad things that I shouldn't be dreaming of since I'm a married woman. However, I am human and that is that.
Things took place at a funeral. And I will do my best to explain accurately, but dreams are complicated. Someone had died, obviously, and I was invited. It reminded me of a movie or a play because it was very planned out. People were very fit and very dressed up, too dressed up to be an ordinary funeral. Everyone was beautiful. People were singing and the next scene that rolled was shot from three angles. One, from my point of view. The second from the blonde man's point of view. The third from my husband's point of view.
Everyone was gathered on a road, so it seems. People were talking about the person who had died. It was outdoors in the hot sun. I remember transitioning to the effects of a stage. It was a little confusing and tricky, like I zoomed out because I was looking too closely. Now that I had stepped back I could see that that everyone was standing on a moving platform type thing which explains the three points of views. All three of us had been on seperate platforms. My husbands platform rolled away to the left. The blonde man's platform rolled away to the right. And everyone continued singing. As they rolled away one after the other, behind them revealed an empty road in the hot sun that went somewhere. Where it went didn't matter. Just that it was me and my group and I was staring at this road.
And that's it.
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