Last Night’s Dream

Posted on February 17, 2007
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I had a weird dream last night. I can’t really remember it well since it’s vague by now but let me tell you about it anyways. I don’t remember how it started but apparently somehow I ended up in Canada studying for a Masters Degree. I then met a lovely Jewish girl there, fell in love with her and got married. I wish I can remember what happened next but I can’t, so I guess we won’t ever know. Oh well, at the least the Jewish chick was nice.

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3 Responses to “Last Night’s Dream”

  1. howie on February 17th, 2007 11:47 pm

    Drima-

    . “I wish I can remember what happened next but I can’t,”

    She started nagging you for a credit card

  2. The Raccoon on February 18th, 2007 11:47 am

    Dude, you have weird dreams… it’s weirder than being chased around by giant clown shoes! :)

    Howie - and that he doesn’t eat enough :)

  3. Amanda on February 21st, 2007 12:11 am

    Drima,

    You think that was wierd? I wish my dreams had such linear and explicable plots. Most of the time, my dreams are so complex I cannot summarize them, much less decipher any meaning. Sometimes, I wake up and recall colors that I have never seen and music that I have never heard in the real world.

    As a teenager, I had the most bizzare sexual dreams. I once dreamed of being molested by a mid-sized kitten, which may not sound bad, but that kitten had astonishing powers. Did I mention that during that dream, I was a soldier in Alexander the Great’s army? Also, I once dreamed of getting raped in a church. Has that happened to anyone else?

    Just last night, I dreamed that I was an eight-year-old girl, living in a beach house with T.E. Lawrence– or maybe that was Peter O’Toole playing T.E. Lawrence. Hard to tell. Anyway, while Lawrence walked around the beach, looking all picturesque against the setting sun, I dove into the sand, which was not really sand but the crushed bones of small birds. I knew that the sea waves washing over me were poisonous, but that it could only harm me if a got an open wound or if a opened my mouth. The dream ended with me looking at two men standing in the waves, framed by a weird, multi-colored sky. One of them was Lawrence, still looking all smug and picturesque. The other one was Brad Pitt.

    Brad Pitt has been showing up in my dreams lately, and I have no idea why, since I never cared for him and I do not think about him. But somehow he has colonized my dreams! Get out of my sub-concsious, you moose-witted Hollywood Ken doll!

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