I was a little sick most of the weekend and didn't even make it to work on Monday.
I slept most of the day on Monday and had one of the most disturbing dreams that seemed to go on for hours.
I was saved from further dream torture by a phone call, thank goodness.
I don't understand the purpose of a dream so horrible and so disturbing.
It haunted me all that day and still does today.
Why do we have dreams like that? Are they trying to tell us something?
I've had good dreams. I've had odd dreams. I've had awesome sex dreams....but to have a dream that has me wondering what the hell kind of weird shit is going on in my subconscious is frightening.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Now, this is completely separate from the really bad dream...
I had two different dreams that involved a blogger that I read regularly. I've never chatted with this blogger, I've never even commented on his site. As far as I know, he's never even visited MY blog but he showed up in TWO different dreams on two different nights.
It wasn't a sex dream so you can get your filthy minds out of the gutter right this minute.
But why, when I have LOTS of regular people in my life, would I dream about someone I don't even know?
Dreams are so bizarre.
Posted by De at September 14, 2005 11:44 AM | TrackBackI think Freud said something about that. Yeah, I remember now. Dreams about people you don't know represent your parents. Or a cigar.
Posted by: Jim at September 14, 2005 01:23 PM*ahem* So, which bloggers DO you have sex dreams about?
Posted by: tinyhands at September 15, 2005 12:37 AMDreams that don't involve sex always kind of freak me out anyways. I mean, if I can do anything I want in my dreams without repercussion or guilt, how come I'm not balls deep in Jenny McCarthy?
Posted by: shank at September 15, 2005 08:17 AMtinydude: wouldn't YOU like to know *exaggerated wink*
shank: I feel the EXACT same way! Except for the balls part....and the Jenny McCarthy part...
Posted by: De at September 15, 2005 12:27 PMI freak out at dreams where I'm not myself, or I do something so unthinkable, and completely not me that I wake up and can't get back to sleep. Or I dream that my friends are really sick sadistic bastards, so sick it takes me almost the rest of the next day to get the dream out of my head.
Those kind of dreams freak me out, especially when they are so clear and graphic. yikes.
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