Sunday, April 10, 2011

bizarrrre... typical.

This one's kinda morbid... I'm really tempted to leave out the gorey details... but there wouldnt be much left.
So you know in Inception they say you can tell you're dreaming when you don't remember how you started doing what you're doing, or where you were just before that moment...? Dreams don't really have a beginning... you just start in the middle.  Wellll thats how this is.  it started in the middle of this situation ( the details are really fuzzy). I think I had just met some cousins - a man and a woman- that I never knew existed (on my dad's side... his age) and some how they had died..  We were afraid that we were going to be blamed or framed for their death/murder.  I don't know if we really had murdered them, or if it was an accidental thing that was going to put us in a bad situation...  We ( I dont really know who 'we' was) had to hide the bodies and the evidence and that consisted of chopping one of the bodies up into little pieces and hiding them in a barn that was full of junk and set it on fire..... slowly, characters from GREEK started to morph into the scenario..(probably because of the episodes about accidentally burning down a house and trying to hide it..) So then there were a ton of people that were in on trying to hide the crime and protect themselves from being caught/framed.  At one point, we thought we were going to be caught because I found out that my mom knew my email password and had been secretly reading my emails for months, and she saw where I had met the two people that had gone missing.  

A lot of times the most important aspects of my dreams aren't the situations in them but the emotions that the dream portrays... the thing that stuck with me about this dream was the eerieness and the paranoia and fear and anxiety.  It was just so dark and twisted and scary.

Ha, anyone who reads this is going to think I'm nutty and is going to think twice about being friends with a psycho like me..  Don't be scared.. It was just a dream!

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