I had a really cool dream yesterday in which I had to convince my younger sister – who was 5 in the dream even though I was my own age – to come inside and go to kindergarten. I eventually brought her into the classroom and then played with her while she got to know the teacher and she was giggling when the bell rang, but I realized I was late and had to be across the building. I was hauling this suitcase on wheels through my old elementary school and walked down the final hallway and found myself in this technicolor amusement park/ water park/ train station/ university. I was trying to walk up some planks to a ship to take a fabulous voyage, but I couldn't get my luggage up the walkways. People tried to help, but I realized I couldn't bring the baggage and anyway it wasn't time for me to leave it just yet. Then everyone broke out into a show-stopping full chorus rendition of "Karma Chameleon" which included their costumes and the trees turning from red to gold to green at the appropriate point in the song. Then I boarded a giant magical raft with a bunch of people. We were being shipped to an island to study Advanced Techniques, Concepts and Random Silliness. I strapped my bag behind me and leaned into the water which sprayed over me and everyone else in a very fun way. The guy next to me and I were laughing – but some of the people behind us were scared and thought we were crazy – and we felt so FREE and happy. When we disembarked we were led to a martial arts/ meditation field and were handed our scrolls to study and our school robes which looked like posh velour bathrobes. Then I woke up.
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Why can't I have dreams like that? I want some of what you're on.
Perhaps you are the person of your dreams? Perhaps you are...
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PC -- It was a delicate mixture of Spanish wine, Canadian whiskey and Tylenol PM. But I've always had weird dreams.
Z -- Perhaps...
IF I RULED THE WORLD.
1. LaSirena would not be allowed to wake up until there was a satifatory conclusion to her weird dreams.
that post OMG i love it As it best describes a trip to San Francisco (state university) and my joy while i was there (the Sublime kinda joy) and also: G. has a red velour robe that i let my little son lay on in my big son's cool little studio way on top of a steep-ass hill that the rolling strollie and the backpacks didn't want to climb, either.
:o]
am i reading tooo too much into our synchroniciticiouness, or what???
i LOVE it, i tell ya
:o)
Pelmo -- I can't help it. I need to work nights.
Changa -- I love it, too!
wow.
I've had that exact same dream myself.
dozens of times.
well, except for the
"Karma Chameleon" part.
Boy George is too gay for me.
yup.
B-\
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Hey Doctor Chip,
Boy George is too gay for himself!
That's why he calls himself bisexual.
"If I want sex, I have to buy it."
-- Boy George
keenqkpd
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