This morning I had the craziest dream unlike any I can remember ever having. I'm a big nightmare girl, my overactive imagination kicking into high gear as soon as I shut my eyes. But this dream, I would have expected to have while the evening news was on......you know, when what you are hearing filters it's way into your dream world.
I want to remember this, although i'm not sure why. Maybe because it's just so strange for me.
I'm at an outdoor event, in a large city, on the waterfront. It's a beautiful day and i'm sitting at a table underneath a tent. I hear an outdoor band playing and I'm teasing my friend "Bones" because he is dressed in a silk suit and flip flops. (Bones is a biker and silk suits or flip flops are not something he'd EVER be in)
I feel a rippling through the crowd and people start pointing and yelling. I peek out under the tent and see a huge tornado coming toward us but it is still way off in the distance. It is picking up sky rise buildings and tossing them into the sky like daisy's. I think to myself "is that real?" As people begin to run and scream I stand there and tell Bones "what difference does it make to run? Maybe it won't even come straight at us and it will go a different way"
As everyone is running away I wonder if i should try and record the storm on my phone, or maybe i should call my family, but who do i call first and what do i say? I start searching for my phone and think I better put it on my body in case my purse gets lost. (always efficient even in dreams) and now it's completely dark and i can't hear and i'm petrified.
The next part of my dream is me walking along a city road in and out of backed up traffic and everyone is blaring their horns. There are others walking around in groups or alone. I'm alone. I have nothing but the clothes i wear on me and i'm thinking "i have no money, i have no phone, i have no way to get home and no-one knows where i am."
And then, of course, i wake up.
My life, in the middle of my dreams.
I want to remember this, although i'm not sure why. Maybe because it's just so strange for me.
I'm at an outdoor event, in a large city, on the waterfront. It's a beautiful day and i'm sitting at a table underneath a tent. I hear an outdoor band playing and I'm teasing my friend "Bones" because he is dressed in a silk suit and flip flops. (Bones is a biker and silk suits or flip flops are not something he'd EVER be in)
I feel a rippling through the crowd and people start pointing and yelling. I peek out under the tent and see a huge tornado coming toward us but it is still way off in the distance. It is picking up sky rise buildings and tossing them into the sky like daisy's. I think to myself "is that real?" As people begin to run and scream I stand there and tell Bones "what difference does it make to run? Maybe it won't even come straight at us and it will go a different way"
As everyone is running away I wonder if i should try and record the storm on my phone, or maybe i should call my family, but who do i call first and what do i say? I start searching for my phone and think I better put it on my body in case my purse gets lost. (always efficient even in dreams) and now it's completely dark and i can't hear and i'm petrified.
The next part of my dream is me walking along a city road in and out of backed up traffic and everyone is blaring their horns. There are others walking around in groups or alone. I'm alone. I have nothing but the clothes i wear on me and i'm thinking "i have no money, i have no phone, i have no way to get home and no-one knows where i am."
And then, of course, i wake up.
My life, in the middle of my dreams.