I had a dream last night that I ran into a friend... quite literally, and spilled his coffee all over the floor. When I came back with another cup, I saw someone hiding in the corner by him. When I left, the person followed me.
I left the diner and went walking down the boardwalk (because in my dreams, there are apparently boardwalks at sunset? lol) and the person followed close behind.
I finally turned and asked why they were following me and said they were sorry and wanted to be friends and hugged me.
One of my friends told me last week that I don't have "normal" dreams and they're always something fantastical like breathing underwater or saving an indigenous tribe from a famine or something. He said I should have "normal" dreams like seeing a dog crossing the street or doing homework.
I supposed last night's dream could be considered normal. After the sun set, I went home and found my roommate had scrubbed the shower sparkling clean and had removed the five bottles of shampoo that he'd left in there, empty for six months now.
But the thing is, I'd rather have dreams about breathing underwater, having a perfect shot with an m-16 or speaking fluent chinese because at least I KNOW at the time that I'm dreaming. This almost-real stuff is crap. Because I wake up with hope that the world might be a little better than when I went to sleep. I guess the term "dreamer" slips into an ironic pun in these cases.
Because my roommate never cleaned the shower, even when I asked him nicely. It only gets clean when I do all the work.
I'm tired of doing all the dirty work when I know that if I just close my eyes long enough... I can fly.
*sigh*
but for now, *someone* still has to clean the shower before my new roommate moves in. I guess we all have to wake up and smell the scrubbing bubbles sometime... lol
I left the diner and went walking down the boardwalk (because in my dreams, there are apparently boardwalks at sunset? lol) and the person followed close behind.
I finally turned and asked why they were following me and said they were sorry and wanted to be friends and hugged me.
One of my friends told me last week that I don't have "normal" dreams and they're always something fantastical like breathing underwater or saving an indigenous tribe from a famine or something. He said I should have "normal" dreams like seeing a dog crossing the street or doing homework.
I supposed last night's dream could be considered normal. After the sun set, I went home and found my roommate had scrubbed the shower sparkling clean and had removed the five bottles of shampoo that he'd left in there, empty for six months now.
But the thing is, I'd rather have dreams about breathing underwater, having a perfect shot with an m-16 or speaking fluent chinese because at least I KNOW at the time that I'm dreaming. This almost-real stuff is crap. Because I wake up with hope that the world might be a little better than when I went to sleep. I guess the term "dreamer" slips into an ironic pun in these cases.
Because my roommate never cleaned the shower, even when I asked him nicely. It only gets clean when I do all the work.
I'm tired of doing all the dirty work when I know that if I just close my eyes long enough... I can fly.
*sigh*
but for now, *someone* still has to clean the shower before my new roommate moves in. I guess we all have to wake up and smell the scrubbing bubbles sometime... lol
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Lilmama2007 said:
I think there is nothing wrong with ur dreams
DeniceMcM said:
and i appreciate the humor this saturday morning! :)
somniumfate said:
lol thanks. :) I'm always a little grouchy before my captain crunch berries...
I'm all better now. ;) well, except for smelling like household cleaners. lol At least I can rejoice that we HAVE modern conveniences now like mops and pine-sol instead of waxing the floor on my hands and knees with a rag. There wouldn't be enough crunch berries in the UNIVERSE to make me nice on THAT saturday! ;)
M_V_P said:
Honestly dreams are meant to be reached, they are the standards that seperate us from each other. What your having is what I believe to be a part of your soul reaching out and touching someone elses.
somniumfate said:
I'm a firm believe in not reaching for the hand that slams a door on your own... and not foolishly dreaming that my bathtub will be clean of its own accord. lol
but I know what you mean. The only problem is, you have to know when to draw lines in the sand. Some people I will always reach for, but it will never be safe to take their hand. It's an odd predicament. I guess that's where God comes in for me. There are some doors I have to shut, but it doesn't stop me from praying for everything on the other side. And believe me, I have a LOT of doors.