12/29/09
DREAM UNO
I go to my garage to attend a bull fighting thing. I go because my friend is going to fight a bull. But it's not really my garage. There are hardly any seats, maybe eight. I am the only person there. I'm worried the bull will come too close and hurt me with its horns. Some bulls start coming out and running around. Then there is one relly fat one with these MASSIVE horns.
My friend Santino comes out and talks to me a little before the fighting is supposed to start. He is wearing a white t-shirt (not characteristic for him). He asks me if I came alone because I don't want my friends to know I talk to him (which is something that would actually happen). I say no and make up some excuse.
Then it's over, and we are in the office in my house. But it's not really my office, it's somewhere else. There is a life band. There are 3 people in the band. They start playing. I think it's pretty cool I get to see a band. Me, santino, and two other people watch and jam out.
I think I dreampt of bull fighitng because a few days ago I was watching a film about france and it mentioned bull fights.
DREAM DOS
NOT A PLEASANT DREAM
It starts off wierd. I am in my back yard by the patio. I am Bella from Twilight (fyi, I don't even like those books. Read all of them. SO over rated.) and I am married to Edward. We have kids. We have come to the conclusion that we can't have our kids growing up around all this bad vampire stuff, so we have to die. We hang up ropes, getting ready to kill ourselves. The ropes are representative of ourselves, we don't hang ourselves. Cutting the rope will end the person's life.
THEN, it changes, and I am now myself, and Bella is now my RL mother. She is not present, though. She is the rope. She is very sick, and has to die now. (The night before this dream, my mom was feeling very sick IRL.) I can't remember who cuts the rope - it's either me or my dad. Now my mom is dead. I fall to the ground, crying uncontrolably, huddled in a ball, facing the grass.
The grass is very green. It shouldn't be, because it's winter IRL. My brother is also crying. I don't have a brother IRL. I'm an only child. My dad is present, but very distant, physically and figuraively(sp?). My brother and I are taken to the bathroom (not really the bathroom) to wait for a carriage that will take us to a school. I am still very sad. There are moments of meloncholy feelings punctuated by moments of extreme sadness. I am sitting in the empty bathtub, holding something. I think of the medical symptoms my mom had and hope a cure is found for them.
This dream stood out the most out of all the dreams last night.
DREAM TRES
I am in the drama room (I spend a ton of time there in RL) at my school. We are coloring butcher paper for our presentation. It's like a report-type presentation, not like a theatrical presentation. I'm using a big-ass green crayon to color. Everyone finishes. My group, consisting of me, Kiley (my best friend) and some other chick, presents. Then we go to the bathroom. When we come out, a guy who works in the administration office stops us and asks us what we're doing. He is very nice. We explain that we just had a presentation and are headed back to Choir. (Choir???) We then head to the choir room. IT is not where the choir room actually is IRL. It's where the bathrooms are supposed to be IRL.
We go in and take seats. The choir teacher gives us different assigned seats. I get the feeling she doesn't like us. I go to the bathroom, come back, and sit between two guys in football uniorms. Now there are tons of guys in football uniforms. I become partners with the guy on my right. He is my boyfriend. (I don't have a boyfriend IRL.) The teacher has us do some yoga. We do the Candle pose.
People are having a really hard time doing it. I think that it will be easy for me because I'm foreign and not fat like most Americans. (??? I'm not foreign! Lol!) I try to do the Candle pose, but I can hardly get my legs off the ground, and my arms feel like they have hardly any muscle. I am frustrated and go back to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette. (I don't and would never smoke IRL.) CARRYOVER FROM PREVIOUS DREAM: I took up smoking after my mom died. I feel very meloncholy. Someome comes in, a guy I think, and tries to get me to stop smoking.
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