Last
night, I woke up at about 4 and
remembered two dreams. Most people have like 3-4
dreams a night and I usually remember
none of them. So I was stoked.
The first one was
just plain weird! Some how, I ended up in
army fatigues in the
woods with like 4 people I knew in my dream but didnt recognize. I guess they were my
coworkers? Anyway, their relationship to me is
not important. For some reason, we were eating
grapes. Nice,
crisp green grapes. All of them had
mealy worms in them. After a few hand fulls of the grapes, we decided it would be easier if we just
cut the grapes and extracted the worms with
tweezers. After all, why go through the gross sweet grape when you could just have a
squirming,
scaly mealy worm??? And then that dream was over.
The next dream was more
realistic in
setting and parts of what happened, but more
surreal in the results and the way others acted. It was
prom. For some reason I went to
dinner with my
ex-boyfriend (who is still one of my
bestest friends) and his
new little tramp. We ate across the street from the school which now had a 12 foot tall
wrought iron gate in front of it. After dinner, we went home to
change. (I have no idea why we didnt change
beforehand or why I didnt have a date or anything.) When we headed back to the school (all
separately), we were
ushered into our first period classes for some odd reason. My teacher ran off to do something and the class was
crazy. I decided to
sneak out and go to the dance. A few people had gone before me from other classes, so I figured I ought to too. When I got across the
campus, I saw my ex across the
dance floor. I started walking over to him. He saw me. We
locked eyes, and I realized his chin was
trembling, he was about to
cry. I have rarely ever seen my ex cry, only in times of
extreme stress and depression, so it was all the more
awkward. When we were about two feet from each other he just broke down crying. I hugged him hard until he dried up. Then we slow danced to
Frank Sinatra. I dont think we said a single word to eachother at all in that part of my dream.
Later, in the hotel, our rooms were a
suite connected with a door. My room had
three beds in it (one queen sized, two twins) and his had two (one queen sized, one twin). I had one of the twins, my friend Eric had the other, and my friend Chris had the queen. Josh was the only one in his room and he chose the twin. A
few minutes after we got all settled in the rooms, he
complains that
no chicks ever sleep in his bed. I offer to and he's like alright, I'll sleep in yours then. It was strange because he's a guy and he'd never pass up the
opportunity.