Sometimes you wonder where the dreams come from.
I don’t have too many dreams, but I thought that I might as well post about the very few I do remember.
Dream 1
For some reason I was doing a training type thing in a supermarket. We would do activities in this huge area walled off with cardboard. Basically, was a boring dreams
Dream 2
All my friends and I had moved into this dorm type complex, and everyone I know adjusted well. People were reading a lot and getting on with things, but I just pissed about with Steven most of the day, rather than doing anything of worth.
Then I had a memory of a prior dream where our school had a hall with a cage in the centre, for wrestling matches, and I saw a few of them. One of them was between John and someone else, but John wore a giant furry, rainbow mask, that was supposed to be some kind of monster.
After that the match ended and the commentators, Susan and Ross Menzies rapped up. Can’t remember one of the ridiculous jokes Ross made.
Then the hall became an assembly hall, and I walked up the seats (which were steps) and joined my friends. We were seeing the school show at Graeme High School, but the hall was. Nothing like it is in reality. Miss Carol came onto stage and announced that a small girl, whom I don’t know had composed tyhe music for the show.
Star Wars began, and twisted into a indie film soundtrack. Then Randy Newman started singing over it. I cracked the joke: “it’s like Star Wars has been mashed up with a Wes Anderson soundtrack, but I don’t think it did sound like that. Then I woke up.
Just remembered there was another dream sequence, I think it was before the second dream, but I’m not sure.
Basically I was in a dorm, but it was based on my Grandparents house and a girl visited whom I developed a liking towards. Her sister was also there, who was mean and not my type. Well, the second sister took a liking to me and I never approached the first girl. It then turned into me wandering around deciding if I should go for it with not my type, mean girl, or attractive nice doesn’t know me girl. I forget if anything else happened after that point, but I don’t think anything did.
Lately I’ve been feeling that I’m over-saturating myself with Podcasts. For the past few months I was listening to a podcast every night and I feel like it was getting to me. Don’t get me wrong I love all the podcasts I listen to but I was beginning to miss reading. I hadn’t read any book for about 2 months and my library of unread books is reaching a ridiculous number. So this past month I’ve started reading pretty much every night and only listening to 2 podcasts in the week.
