This morning I was woken up at 7:45am by two dudes putting in a new glass door to our deck directly outside of my window. I did my semi-typical (NEED to break out of this for good) eat breakfast and go back to sleep before the gym. Since these dudes were louder than a Cannibal Corpse concert, I went to my parents room to sleep (they were at work you perverts). I finally fall asleep after my kitten attempted to molest and batter me, and I crash HARD.
Now, I'm not sure if it is the fact that I wasn't sleeping in my own bed or maybe because I hadn't taken my Zoloft in three days (I have the memory of an 87yr old), but I had the FREAKIEST dream of my entire life...EVER.
The entire dream was me, at the same age I am now, looking through attics FULL of every toy, piece of apparel, school project, EVERYTHING I have ever owned in my life. And this dream was super vivid and realistic. I remember thinking in the dream that I KNEW my mother had gotten rid of all of this stuff so I was astonished at how I was finding this stash of my childhood. The things I "found" were things I would have never ever remembered in real life, so how the hell did my brain recall these objects in my sleep?
There were these little plastic sort've Lego (but not Lego brand) toy figurines that I used to have and you could get platforms for them. I had a space platform and a farm one. I even remember the space guy had orange hands! I had three My Little Pony's. Yellow, purple, and blue. I was picking up sneakers I used to wear when I was like, 9 years old. Pajama's I wore as a TODDLER. Literally tons of things that I would have never remembered in real life. I have absolutely no idea how my brain did this. But I woke up completely disoriented and shaking. I spent the first half of the day totally freaked out by this dream. I just don't get it.
Someone give me closure on this.
Ehh,,,that's enough thinking for me...now back to watching Ace of Cakes :/
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment