04-12-2012, 12:38 PM
Man, my dreams have been super vivid and odd lately. For some time I could barely remember anything and now wow! Colors! Sounds! Astral trips every night! I wonder what kind of energy might be contributing to this.
I actually don't remember much of my dream last night because it was sooooo long, even though I wasn't asleep for very long when I had it. I remember I ran into these people that all looked like super models- physically "perfect"- two girls and a guy. They dressed very glamorously, all had their hair done up nicely, and they weren't even in a show. That's just how they were. They were surprisingly non-snooty and they instantly started hanging out with me, and we became very good friends in a matter of minutes.
I went back to their house (they seemingly all lived together) with them, and I was apparently planning on spending a good deal of time there because I brought a lot of clothes and things with me. The two girls left and it was just me and the guy sitting in this large bedroom. Everything seemed very open between these individuals. I got the sense that they all had sex with each other on a regular basis without any jealousy issues, and I felt like maybe I was going to get brought into that...ehm...circle as well. I wanted to go to bed and I asked the guy if it would offend him if I changed clothes for bed. He suddenly seemed kind of shy but said he didn't mind.
I ended up spending a ridiculous amount of time deciding what to wear to bed, and was marveling at how many clothes I had brought. It embarrassed me, how worldly I must be making myself look. I ended up settling on a tank top and shorts, not wanting to wear anything too revealing and make it look as if I was throwing myself at the guy, though he seemed open to the possibility.
The girls got home and one of them got really sick, to the point it looked like she might die. She kept dialing the hospital, but every time she called 911 she got one of those really frustrating automated answering machines that just ran everything in circles. I'm pretty sure we were thinking about just throwing her in the car and driving her to the hospital ourselves, but then some random guy showed up talking about a fashion show. A fashion show started taking place in the house while the girl was still really sick, and everything sort of broke down and got nonsensical at that point. There was more to the dream but it didn't really make any sort of cohesive sense.
After that I had another "Clayton dream" as I am coming to call them. In this one I was surprised to get an email from him, and when I opened it up there was this whole article about this book he had apparently just published. The critics were just raving over it, saying it was the best example of literary genius they'd ever seen. There was a picture of the book's cover and several pictures of Clayton. In one he was wearing a futuristic-looking hoodie and sunglasses. It looked like something you would see at comic-con and I was like WTF, he would never dress like that! And I was all like "Oh, good for you." but I couldn't help being a bit jealous that he had apparently published something practically overnight while I've been working on my book for ages and still have yet to be published (or even close to being done). Still, the subject matter of the book was really interesting. Perhaps I can use it in one of my own stories. Maybe my inner muse was attempting to kick me in the butt with this dream, telling me to get myself in gear and get this story done!
I actually don't remember much of my dream last night because it was sooooo long, even though I wasn't asleep for very long when I had it. I remember I ran into these people that all looked like super models- physically "perfect"- two girls and a guy. They dressed very glamorously, all had their hair done up nicely, and they weren't even in a show. That's just how they were. They were surprisingly non-snooty and they instantly started hanging out with me, and we became very good friends in a matter of minutes.
I went back to their house (they seemingly all lived together) with them, and I was apparently planning on spending a good deal of time there because I brought a lot of clothes and things with me. The two girls left and it was just me and the guy sitting in this large bedroom. Everything seemed very open between these individuals. I got the sense that they all had sex with each other on a regular basis without any jealousy issues, and I felt like maybe I was going to get brought into that...ehm...circle as well. I wanted to go to bed and I asked the guy if it would offend him if I changed clothes for bed. He suddenly seemed kind of shy but said he didn't mind.
I ended up spending a ridiculous amount of time deciding what to wear to bed, and was marveling at how many clothes I had brought. It embarrassed me, how worldly I must be making myself look. I ended up settling on a tank top and shorts, not wanting to wear anything too revealing and make it look as if I was throwing myself at the guy, though he seemed open to the possibility.
The girls got home and one of them got really sick, to the point it looked like she might die. She kept dialing the hospital, but every time she called 911 she got one of those really frustrating automated answering machines that just ran everything in circles. I'm pretty sure we were thinking about just throwing her in the car and driving her to the hospital ourselves, but then some random guy showed up talking about a fashion show. A fashion show started taking place in the house while the girl was still really sick, and everything sort of broke down and got nonsensical at that point. There was more to the dream but it didn't really make any sort of cohesive sense.
After that I had another "Clayton dream" as I am coming to call them. In this one I was surprised to get an email from him, and when I opened it up there was this whole article about this book he had apparently just published. The critics were just raving over it, saying it was the best example of literary genius they'd ever seen. There was a picture of the book's cover and several pictures of Clayton. In one he was wearing a futuristic-looking hoodie and sunglasses. It looked like something you would see at comic-con and I was like WTF, he would never dress like that! And I was all like "Oh, good for you." but I couldn't help being a bit jealous that he had apparently published something practically overnight while I've been working on my book for ages and still have yet to be published (or even close to being done). Still, the subject matter of the book was really interesting. Perhaps I can use it in one of my own stories. Maybe my inner muse was attempting to kick me in the butt with this dream, telling me to get myself in gear and get this story done!
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