Dreamy Dreams

[taerowyn]

It used to be that about midway to 3/4 through the semester I would start having wacked out, very vivid dreams. I figured due to the stress. Well, work must have finally caught up with my subconcious because DAMN I've been dreaming bunches and bunches.

There's only two that I can recall right now. The first I went back to Mystic Aquarium looking for a job (I did an internship there once). Saw all the people and such and then went "backstage" where it promptly turned into the lab I worked in in Quebec. I was speaking French to everybody. It's disturbing to dream in French when you don't speak the language.

Then last night I had one of those dreams that endlessly loop. I went to see funkbunny and Co. but everytime I tried to leave somebody would slice open my stomach and the dream would start over. I would always try to change what I did a little to prevent the ending but all it did was make it somebody new who cut me open. Finally when William H. Macy of Fargo fame slit me open I woke up. Odd.

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[funkbunny.livejournal.com]

Ironically, I didn't go. My mom took the kids and forgot to tell me she was going to keep them an additional day (no, really - I'm not kidding). So we sat around waiting for the kids to come home to take them and by the time we found out they weren't coming home it was too lateto go by ourselves. Oh well - there's next weekend. :)