Hm. Okay, so last night was...weird. Technically I suppose it was this morning, too, but whatever. In my first dream, my mother, brother and I were parked underground, in front of what I clearly recognized to be the Abbotsford mall. Except it was also decorated nice and fancy; and pushing the double doors open I saw the Queen standing in her palace, waving me over. We talked - I told her we were related, told her not to trust Camille (but she didn't want me to say the phrase "Don't trust that woman," and asked me to instead say, "Don't take the bad soup" or something like that). Then we hugged and I left.
In my second dream my sister, brother and I were wandering this huge garden behind a psych ward, and I was inside the building, riding a bike, fleeing from a talking horse with crossed eyes; meanwhile trying to find my family through these huge, tall, plants.
And in my third dream I was running past two people to get to the bus stop in front of the library; and as I dug out my bus pass somebody saw a ten-dollar bill sticking out and he began harassing me; trying to steal my purse. His friends joined in and I was trying to defend myself; and my only rescuer was a feisty little four-year-old who did more to defend me than I could. I ran home, almost getting hit; and they followed me and broke in after I'd locked the door. Then my brother came out of his room and kicked their asses; and pinned them down until the cops arrived.
Jeesh...Too weird. Okay, notes to self: Visit the mall more often, never ever EVER visit a psych ward, and if somebody wants to kill you for ten dollars, just give them the damn bill.
In my second dream my sister, brother and I were wandering this huge garden behind a psych ward, and I was inside the building, riding a bike, fleeing from a talking horse with crossed eyes; meanwhile trying to find my family through these huge, tall, plants.
And in my third dream I was running past two people to get to the bus stop in front of the library; and as I dug out my bus pass somebody saw a ten-dollar bill sticking out and he began harassing me; trying to steal my purse. His friends joined in and I was trying to defend myself; and my only rescuer was a feisty little four-year-old who did more to defend me than I could. I ran home, almost getting hit; and they followed me and broke in after I'd locked the door. Then my brother came out of his room and kicked their asses; and pinned them down until the cops arrived.
Jeesh...Too weird. Okay, notes to self: Visit the mall more often, never ever EVER visit a psych ward, and if somebody wants to kill you for ten dollars, just give them the damn bill.
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