Last night I was bombarded with a series of completely insane dreams
, with odd themes, strange people involved and bits of reality floating about
The first I remember is being angry with my friend about some male she'd brought home (he'd brought his brother), and a girl I hated in high school
trying to talk us through it. I've absolutely no idea why she would have been involved at all. Well, anyway, it was never resolved, I was still angry with her
, and then.. she wrote a little poem in arabic
about me. It was posted on a little poster outside of a store downtown (toronto, i think). I wish I could remember what the name of the other person at this point of the dream was.. someone remotely famous
I think.. she called him ziggy I think but I couldn't be sure.
The next set of dream matter
was crazy, insane. I was back in high school, you
were there and we were at some bar off the side of the school drinking with some other people. There was a pretty blonde.. and you kept ignoring me
for her. It was pissing me off, as I recall.. you were supposed to go get me a drink, but you went and got it then gave it to her accidentally
. So I hopped over the bar seats and went away from there with some of my friends from high school. I walked over to a shelf and picked up a porcelain
rabbit with red hair and a wreath on its head made of carrots. I started crying
. It was Willow from Buffy then, that I saw in my mind and I cried and said I missed her so much
. And then I looked at the price tag, $5.17, and said I was going to buy it with the five dollars in my pocket. (I really do have five dollars in my pocket
). I have no idea where that dream went after that.. but..
The last dream I remember before waking up involved my favourite Aunt's husband's brother
dying. I know his family but not well, and thusly couldn't even say which brother it was.. but everyone was back in a high school
I went to in Manitoba. We were told that we could skip first class and go to a memorial in the gymnasium. So me and a friend I had back in high school, Tracy, went.. but not before the procession into the place that included his dad, sister, cousin, mother and some other assorted people
I met at their wedding. People were shaking hands
, my dad hit my hands with flyswatters and I thought it was soo hilarious that I started laughing and felt so inappropriate. Another uncle on my mom's side was grinning at the door because I was laughing but I soon held it back as to not appear disrespectful
. They were all dressed in what appeared to be Jewish
religion type stuff.. but they're Italian, so I'm not entirely sure *why*.
Well, when we got into the gymnasium, they sang some song in hebrew
(not that I know any hebrew), and I talked to my friend a bit. Some people were using the memorial thing as a way to finish up homework
before first class, and I thought that was really selfish but that my uncle's brother who the memorial was for would have been doing the same thing if it were someone else
. Then they decided to play a film of some sort which I figured would be dedicated somehow.. but at first it was just commercials
. I kept wondering why on earth they'd have commercials at a memorial assembly
. Some strange looking dork type stood up in front of the white screen the film was showing on and read part of the advertisements that were missing sound. Strange.. I never saw the rest of the film because..
..I woke up.