DREAMS…
Last night I had the most odd compilation of dreams I can ever remember having. It was crazy.
It all started when my friend Jeff was actually my brother, and came out to my mom when she asked him who he was taking to prom and it was a boy. Scandal in the Kauppila household. Just kidding, it went fine…BUT that left me, the older brother, struggling to think of a good time to come out after he just did. Do I do it immediately and pile the gayness onto my mother’s shoulders? Or should I wait and be the follower?? Confusion ensued.
The dream then transitioned to a cat and mouse chase that seemed to be never-ending. Constantly sleeping and moving from one apartment to another in an area that I didn’t recognize. I was with a small group of people, at least one other girl and boy but I can’t remember the logistics of our population. Our overall mission was to transport some sort of large, hairy bug (dead, and apparently petrified) to someone far away.
We got caught at one point by a man who was tracking where we used the bathroom…yes, the bathroom. During this dream my bladder was very small and every time I went to the bathroom there was a tiny little camera perched above the mirror snapping a photo of our faces every 5 seconds with the brightest flash you’d ever seen. So, apparently the guy was tracking where we were going based on what bathrooms we used and when. Sketchyyy.
BUT WE ESCAPED!!! And we headed out through the woods on a tireless jaunt. Literally, I wasn’t tired and we ran a lot. I think this carried over from last night when I was at a graduation party and the girl’s grandfather said I looked like an athlete. A positive comment, but I guess he was crazy so I’ll take it with a grain of salt. Anyway, we ran, following a very distinct pathway. Eventually we came to a large boulder, the size of a building maybe, that the path went under. While I was going under the rock, something happened.
A group of witches, maybe 6 of them, came strolling down the path on the other side. Turns out this boulder was a meeting place for witches. FANTASTIC! So I hid under the rock for a while and tried to wait it out — until more groups of witches came! Hundreds of them! Whyyy? So me and the other boy, or two, tried to blend in with them as ‘wizards’ i guess but that didn’t work and they totally caught on to our mockery.
That was the end of that segment. I’ll never know what went down with that hairy petrified cockroach or my coming-out story. But the dream wasn’t over!
I’m walking in what appears to be Providence, along the river, and I see my assumed-to-be college choir practicing in formation. Who leads the pack but Adam Lambert. Now, I knew he was taller than Ryan Seacrest and Kris Allen…but he was like…7’ 6” in this dream (I asked him and he told me that number haha). A TOWER to me, seeing how I’m 6’ 5”. Anyway, he threw out all these technical terms to me that I don’t think are real musical terms and he seemed to be an asshole. So I just said I had to go get money out of the ATM (good excuse) and left.
So there was a building close by that resembled a rest area, and there was a sign for the ATM so I followed it. The hall was maybe half a mile long with tons of various vending machines lining the sides. Anything from watches to full McDonald’s meals were being sold in these things. Unbelievable. No ATM though…the ATM was at the end of the hallway. Sweet.
This post is getting too long so I’ll cut to the chase. ATM machine was real confusing so there was a human assistant (a.k.a. it was a bank). This assistant was the woman who sells back books at the RWU library, the one with short curly hair and glasses. There was a lot of paper involved, ink rollers, lights, and crazy sounds. So I let her deal with it and I went back to my group, moneyless. My dream ended with me worrying where my ATM card was and how I was going to get it back.
Great, I hope someone read that whole thing. haha
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