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    PLEE Day 4

    by , 10-08-2010 at 05:02 AM (537 Views)
    The dream begins with me on the side of SR-312. My mom comes to pick me up, and asks me if I have a ride to the convention I want to go to. I tell her I'll get a ride from Jason (My brother). She tells me that he's gone. I knw what she means by it, but it's very hard for me to accept at first. Then she tells me he committed suicide and I try fighting the sadness from hearing this. I almost break down, but she looks so stoic and I don't want to lose control in front of her when it must be even harder for her. My friend Joey is in Gainsville with Nick. I am a bit annoyed at this, because Nick pisses me off. She drives me to Steak & Shake where I am going to apply. They're doing open interviews and there is a dog nearby who's shadow is acting strange. Next, I am in a house watching a clip of a movie with Edward James Almos in it, getting stabbed and falling over a railing. This reminds me of Battlestar Galactica and then I see Admiral Adama boxing Starbuck and letting her win, so he can resign. He feels he failed his crew, and I think of my brother and wish I had seen a sign. I start crying and then wake up, still crying a while until realizing that it was a dream. I was so certain it actually happened, and upon figuring out that I had just woken from a dream, a large rush of relief acme over me.

    Upon falling back to sleep, I am in a dream where I am with a girl I want to be with (In the dream, I've never met her in waking life) and another friend, Jack. We stop at this little souvenir shop where I see a row of kids embroidering some of the dreamcatcher like hanging charms. The girl and I are walking together, debating which ones we'd like in our house (I guess we had a thing, but weren't actually together). She said she wants one of the hanging charms, and I tell her I think their terrible looking, except for the ones that didn't look like child pictures. There were some that looked like Native American designs that I quite fancied, which she then told me were the ones that she meant. We picked one out and she took it to the counter. Then I'm messing around with Jack, and as a practical joke, he rubs a small amount of dog shit on me. I tell him that's fucked up and he laughs. I go to teh bathroom to clean it off and then I wake.

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