I had a dream last night that I was packing up and getting ready to move out of the house. Except it wasn't just me getting ready to move out for college, I think it was my whole family...and we were using laundry hampers to pack a lot of our stuff in...I was cleanin out the top shelf of my closet when I found like, 6 boxes of 50-packs of Crayola colored pencils...jackpot. Not sure why I needed to buy so many of them...maybe because I kept losing them, but Dad was asking if I was going to throw the old ones away, and Mom told me I'd better not because some of them were still good, damnit.
Then in the background, there was something on tv, like a movie or a show, and it was ending...there was a wedding happening, between two people who were having a hard time deciding whether or not to get married...as they WERE getting married, the voiceover of an old black man came on, talking to another person over the phone, I presume, and he was talking like, "Yeah, old brown dog, some of us, we got the face of a human..." something something something...I think he was implying that they thought of themselves as dogs in the world, but that sometimes a woman might still find them attractive?? I don't know where I come up with this stuff.
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it is quite weird where our dreams takes us. i would like to think that they are completely random and have nothing to do with our real selves. otherwise i would be scared of myself.
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