|Originally posted by Miss Pie |
Well yeah, I thought I implied that I knew that in my post. I'm not buying into that shit, lol. The only thing I could possibly want out of that is some money, but ehhhhh.
On another note, I had another fucked up dream last night. I was at school for a meeting or something that finished at dusk. I left the building with some colleagues, but as we were exiting the building I heard someone distinctly yell out my last name and scream "HELP US!!" I then heard more voices yell out to "DO SOMETHING!!!" and then I heard a blood curdling scream before a mob of people came running from the left. Someone yelled out to not just stand there/you'd better fucking run, so I joined the mob in running into another building on campus.
When we got into the other building it turned into a full swing party with DJ and disco ball, punch, etc. However, the vibe was very zombie movie/invasion of the body snatchers-ish, and I could sense the unease/tension amongst the group. I could tell that nobody was actually enjoying themselves, and that it was just all just a front to not be "discovered" by whom/whatever was chasing us.
I was hiding under the DJ setup, and as the DJ reached for a record from his bag he saw me, so I decided "Ah fuck it" and just came out. The DJ smiled and asked if I was having a good time, and then two more ladies approached to also ask if I was enjoying myself. I said that I was but could tell that these questions were a test to find out if I was one of them or not. They asked how my mother was doing and I said fine. The two ladies whispered to each other and I thought "OH FUCK" knowing that I had probably just blown it, so when they asked me how my sister was doing I told myself to make up a lie.
So here's the actual fucked up part, lol. I was trying to spit out "She's dead" but I guess the effort of this woke me up - and I could hear myself saying SHEEEE'S DEEEAAAAD all fucking slow in a wonky dream voice and it scared the FUCK out of me. So I screamed and woke up, lol.
THEN, because I was so freaked out and disoriented I was feeling around in bed for I dunno what - my boyfriend, the cat, anything - to let me know I was safe in real life. And I brushed my hand on something soft and furry that didn't make sense, which also scared the fuck out of me so I screamed again, lol.
It was my boyfriend's hair.
that's crazy. No intergalactic time travel though? Pfft...some dream