Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Funny Dream? Whatever

Last night I had a crazy dream. It consisted of three parts, as far as I can remember. In the first part, it was dark (around 5 a.m. I think, though it was pitch black) and I was at my parent's house. I was the only person awake and, for some reason, was wandering about like some sort of insomniac. I walked into the living room, and even though it was really dark, I could see the forms of the couch and chairs like there was a nightlight. My mom was sleeping on the couch, but her back was turned towards me, and my dad was sleeping on the chair with his legs out sprawling, but I couldn't see his face. I didn't go see my brother even though, somehow, I knew he was curled up in his bed with his Red Sox blanket. As I passed through the living room my foot hit something loud, and everyone suddenly jumped awake and walked around like they were getting ready for their day, even though it was still five in the morning in my dream. Their faces were blank. Weird.

After that, I can only remember jumping to the second part of my dream. I was in my friend Kyle's car, and we were driving down what seemed to be one of the Killington lift lines, except that it was the middle of summer and green with plenty of rocky crags. He was talking about something, desperation or whatever, while dodging people who happened to be standing in his way, most of them people who I've known over the years. I particularly remember one instance when Evan Briggs appeared in the distance. Kyle exclaimed "Evan Briggs! What a hottie!" and promptly tried to run him over with his car. Evan neatly jumped out of the way, got into the car, and we proceeded to drive down the mountain. End of part two.

The last part of the dream is pretty simple to explain. I was sitting in a cafe with a couple friends, eating a sandwich, when one of them asked me "are you sure that sandwich is safe?" to which I replied "of course it is, I checked already!" I then looked down at my hummas sandwich which, by the way, had turned into a thick, juicy, disgusting ham sandwich. Sarah laughed.

The end.

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dream·y :

~Given to daydreaming or reverie.