I've been rather active in my dream life lately. Some action-packed, some make me sad, all bizarre. I would blame it for overeating before sleeping, but I haven't. I think it's my subconscious telling me, I've got issues. But then again, my subconsicious ain't telling me that my conscious didn't already know. These are four dreams I remember from the last couple of weeks:
- I dreamed that my boss was being terminated because somebody accused her of discrimination cuz she complained about people not cleaning up after a Bar Mitzvah party in the company break room. She was really distraught, and at one point, when I looked at her, her face turned into Cloris Leachman's. I freaked.
- I dreamed that I got into a Matrix-style kung fu battle with...a pork meatball in a restaurant. Yes, I distinctly remember it was pork, not beef. It was a tough sucker. Every time I destroyed it (smashed it, tore it in half...), it just reformed and kept coming back at me. But I was displaying some pretty awesome moves myself in this battle, halting the meatball in mid-flight just with the force of my palm. It was like a classic Chinese kung fu movie, with flying and magic palms and everything, except with a meatball.
- I dreamed that I was on a class field trip on a bus, and you-know-who happened to be there. I said, "Hey, how are you doing?" And after some awkward exchanges of pleasantry, you-know-who proceeded to tell me about changing birthday due to some Chinese superstitution. It was as if things were back to normal, the way it used to be. I woke up from this dream rather sad because I know in real life, it won't play out like this.
- I dreamed my car somehow ended up on a ledge at the side of my house, and someone was trying to get it down and ended up smashing it into the ground and totalling it. Then in the same dream, I lost my jacket which had both my iPhone and my Panasonic camera inside the pockets.
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