Saturday, June 1, 2013
Stephanie, why don't you want ice cream?
So this morning I remember part of my dream. Mainly me running around with one girl doing various things, but that gir kept changing. I don't remember all the people she was, but I do remember at some point she was Rebecca from my old swim team. We were at this giant event, there were concerts everywhere and little rooms to watch movies too. We ran around. Eventually for some reason I was topless and had replaced clothing for mardigras beads that still covered all of the important parts but were just beads nonetheless. I think I said something about feeling like a mermaid. We found a strange movie and stopped to watch it. The movie room was black and white themed with all the furniture looking very ornate and antique, it was pretty cool actually. The movie had a talking/mobile bright yellow rose which opened up its petals so that way its friends, a butterfly? and something else could stick something inside it. . I dont remember what it was but it was something weird like a lizard or a dragonfly or something. They were also in a field where the grrass was gigantic as they all perched somehow or another near the top of it all. It was all extremely brightly colored. The movie seemed like it had just started but suddenly it ended and we because we didn't have a special pass (or something) we had to leave. Thankfully at this point I was feeling really awkward about my shirtlessness and thus decided to re-clothe myself properly. As we left, somehow Rebecca turned into Stephanie (Hey Steph!) and we left the chaos and ended up walking along a busy strip center, it was nighttime. A Marble Slab was ahead, and Steph said something about not wanting icecream.. . I of course in return said something about wanting ice cream. So Stephanie decided that if we were getting desert, she wanted cake (from this old cake shop I used to go to and that closed down a couple years back, so I was considerably surprised to hear there was one in the strip center). So we turned around and went towards the cake shop. Upon arriving we did not get cake, however, but instead two ginormous bottles of tea, and one can that was even bigger. . .like our heads could fit in it three times. .. .And Yep, that was my dream.
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Wow. A psychoanalyst would have a field day with that dream. But I think I know what it all means...
ReplyDeleteWe should get ice cream cake. Thanks.