I had a really strange dream
Dec. 20th, 2006 12:33 pmwhich included making out on a bus with Richard Gere, and having him tell me that he had HIV and it would be okay if I didn't want to sleep with him.
He was a good kisser in my dream though.
I do not know where Richard Gere came from. I haven't seen a movie with him in it in a very long time. But, eventually, the bus dropped us off at the place where we were going.
The rest of the dream involved something that comes up periodically in my dreams-being in a building (usually a gymnasium) and wandering through the building to get to the pool, knowing where it is, but having a great deal of difficulty getting there, getting repeatedly lost. Usually something weird happens in a locker room in this part of the dream-this time, someone was living in the locker room and hiding in a locker. It also involved a strange staircase, where in order to go down the stairs, you had to leap over a trap door. There were other things, too. In trying to find the pool I walked in and out of an office, several times, and discovered that I'd left my purse on the bus, at some point I also lost my gym bag. There were classrooms...one was a preschool classroom where children were playing, and there was an open house, and a classroom that I instinctively knew was a university classroom, where students were watching a movie, and one glared at me while I walked past. This part of the dream also generally includes going down stairs to a dead end at least once, and today was no exception.
So that's your peek inside my brain. I'd blame it on the migraine meds but I haven't taken them...Category C for pregnancy, and why take a chance while we're trying?
He was a good kisser in my dream though.
I do not know where Richard Gere came from. I haven't seen a movie with him in it in a very long time. But, eventually, the bus dropped us off at the place where we were going.
The rest of the dream involved something that comes up periodically in my dreams-being in a building (usually a gymnasium) and wandering through the building to get to the pool, knowing where it is, but having a great deal of difficulty getting there, getting repeatedly lost. Usually something weird happens in a locker room in this part of the dream-this time, someone was living in the locker room and hiding in a locker. It also involved a strange staircase, where in order to go down the stairs, you had to leap over a trap door. There were other things, too. In trying to find the pool I walked in and out of an office, several times, and discovered that I'd left my purse on the bus, at some point I also lost my gym bag. There were classrooms...one was a preschool classroom where children were playing, and there was an open house, and a classroom that I instinctively knew was a university classroom, where students were watching a movie, and one glared at me while I walked past. This part of the dream also generally includes going down stairs to a dead end at least once, and today was no exception.
So that's your peek inside my brain. I'd blame it on the migraine meds but I haven't taken them...Category C for pregnancy, and why take a chance while we're trying?
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Dec. 22nd, 2004 10:59 amI had a strange nightmare last night. Strange dreams all around, but this one in particular stands out.
I was going to take an exam, apparently one of the last ones to finish my undergraduate degree, and I was about to fail my Swedish exam. And the class was being taught by my German teacher, from high school. The one who died of "complications from pneumonia" in the middle of the summer in 1992.
I've never studied Swedish. At all.
I woke up in a panic thinking I was flunking out of school.
There were others, where there was a girl who kept demanding a condom and tried to chain my ankles together so that I would go get her one...she thought that would mean I came back with one for her even though I thought she was too young to be having sex.
And the girl in the freezer, next to the chicken. I couldn't actually figure that one out.
I was going to take an exam, apparently one of the last ones to finish my undergraduate degree, and I was about to fail my Swedish exam. And the class was being taught by my German teacher, from high school. The one who died of "complications from pneumonia" in the middle of the summer in 1992.
I've never studied Swedish. At all.
I woke up in a panic thinking I was flunking out of school.
There were others, where there was a girl who kept demanding a condom and tried to chain my ankles together so that I would go get her one...she thought that would mean I came back with one for her even though I thought she was too young to be having sex.
And the girl in the freezer, next to the chicken. I couldn't actually figure that one out.