Prior to this dream I had a different dream whose plot was kind of unclear and incoherent. What I remember from it was that I walked through a street in an old power-lines-across-the-street sort of western kind of village, while keeping an eye on a shop with a danish LOTTO (lottery) sign hanging outside (http://i.imgur.com/vYhkO90.jpg), but in the dream I thought of it as a LEGO sign for some reason, I think because my head couldn't remember what it was called at the time I had the dream, so it just filled in with the next thing that came to mind. Next dream, I was in the local Kvickly supermarket, and I had two Lotto tickets. I asked the girl behind the counter, a cute little blonde, if she could redeem them for me. She looked at me in surprise and asked where I got those, those were way old. She didn't even think people had them any more. I didn't actually know where I got them myself, so I lied and said I found them. The guy behind the counter beside her asked, where? While camping, I said without hesitation. They believed it - oh right - and looked at the tickets curiously. I asked them if they could check whether they held a prize. The girl asked me if I could wait an hour. Couldn't you just send me an SMS when you find out, I asked. Of course, she replied, can you give me your phone number? Not being able to remember any phone number of mine at the time, I said, here give me yours and I'll send you a message so you can reply to that and be sure I get the reply. She let me, and asked me if I would like to join her in the lunch room. "Sure."
Standing in my room looking out of my window on the road across the field. It's dark and it's snowing heavily. I see front lights paving the way for a bus. I know that there will be two girls, one of which I knew a long time ago and the other her friend, getting out of that bus to come hang out with me. I wonder why the bus doesn't stop by the red house at the road going down the hill to my driveway, and instead just keeps driving out of sight. A few seconds later, I see it reversing back up to the red house and the two girls get off. I watch the two from my window as I get more and more anxious. I turn the light out in my room so they won't see me spying, but I am quickly distracted by my bedroom being a mess. In panic I clear as much of the mess I can in a hurry and notice I'm wearing old unacceptable clothes. I try to be calm trying to find proper clothes to put on as my mother calls from the bottom of the stairs "Mikkel I think you have guests", while on the inside I'm spiraling down into a pool of awkward anxiety, almost at the edge of having an anxiety attack. When I get down in the living room, a long table has been set up and the two girls are sitting by the end. I reach out to give the brunette - the one I knew once - a hug, when she had awkwardly reached out her hand for a handshake. "Oh well okay" she says and laughs. I sense she's just as awkward and confused as I am, while her friend just seems kind of sulky. I sit down facing the brunette, our eyes catch and I wake up.
Dreamed I was in some place for singles to meet. Eyed some girl whom I spoke to. She looked at me but looked like she had nothing to respond with. She walked toward me, and in my dreamy state I thought she weas going to hug me, but she stepped to the side to hug a guy behind me instead and left with him. Felt extremely bummed out. The dream printed a clear message in my head, almost like solid letters: "You are not attractive and you are incredibly uninteresting on first contact encounters. Do something about it."
I was working for the government to produce deadly pathogens. The pathogens were in vials with different colored liquid. Somewhere along the line, I was also a subject for an experiment in creating a robot test tube baby. They took genes from me and genes from another subject and put them together. A robot baby was formed. For the first 5 or so years of his life he was extremely socially awkward. I worried about him. We left the government agency to live in the back of a theater. We would go to many plays, and I found that my robot baby was always extremely disruptive. For some reason, I had to leave him for about 10 or so years. I came back to visit him after this time because I was leaving the country. He was still living in the theater. I walked up a set of stairs (and saw a dead dog along the way) and found my grown up robot test tube baby. He had matured and was wearing a suit. He was an actor in the theater. "Oh, mother!" He says cheerfully. "I love you!" He says and wraps his arms around me. The girls standing around get jealous. "Oh don't worry girls, it's only motherly love!" He says to them.
Recent Comments
