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2002-12-17 - 9:12 a.m. - dream Reading about people�s dreams is usually completely uninteresting except for to the person who actually had the dream. So there�s your warning. This one was extremely vivid and I still remember it now when usually I forget my dreams rather quickly so I think there's some meaning in it. (Reading Tawnya's entry about dreams reminded me of it) I think it was Thursday night, that I had a really strange and frightening dream. I dreamt that I was stuck in the bathroom at my house and various people I had known or strangers were coming in one by one to try to kill me. There were frogs in the bathtub and they were plastic but they were alive. It was strange because I was trying to do something with them but I kept squeezing them too much and they were dying. The person trying to kill me that I remember most vividly was my boss from when I used to work at a drug store. There were at least 4 other people that came in before him. I fought back with each of these people one by one but each time I remember feeling completely helpless because they were bigger than I was and really I didn�t stand a chance. My roommates (who weren�t actually my roommates, but these dirty white trash types of people) were in the living room and I kept calling out to them but they were too busy doing drugs and talking to each other. They didn�t care at all that I was in danger. But each time I would be fighting with one of my attempting murderers they would disappear and another person would come in their place. After fighting with a good many of them no one else appeared and I stomped out into the living room, enraged that my friends didn�t care to help me. There was a guy and two girls who just looked at me and told me that everything that had happened in the bathroom was a fabrication. None of it was real. At this point I began to question my sanity and started frantically looking around the living room. I noticed a baby on the floor with bright pink punky-colored hair and picked it up asking my roommates in a manic-stricken fashion �what about this!? Is this real?� They said it was and promptly started ignoring me while I clung to the baby and started stroking her head in a nurturing fashion. Clinging to the only thing that I knew was real. The baby was very intelligent and started talking to me. And I kept thinking about how accomplished I was because this baby was real and she was very smart. That�s all I remember. previous - next - guestbook |