Last night I dreamt my teeth were falling out
It's probably a bad reflection on me but my dreams are all either about video games or sex.
A few nights ago I had a dream that Brittany and I were making out.
yeahhhhh
So I think it began with me dying on the way back from Franc's party. I remember it being night and there being a light coating of snow on the ground.
I ended up in Narnia, like how the children do in the last book after they die, but instead of what happens to them somehow I got sent back to a time in our world before I was born.
At some point I was on a train with David Bowie as a sort of roommate. I remember talking to a woman with fairly short strawberry blonde hair with him. I think it was about something important, and she was hiding something, but we didn't get anything out of her, and instead went back to our room.
I remember I had a red backpack which wasn't capable of holding all my stuff. So Bowie loaned me his, a yellow one, to put a small binder and a big one into. They were important for some reason.
Then we were in a locker room of sorts, like the ones you find at public swimming pools. bowie commented that my binders were falling apart. I shrugged and said I'd just replace them. He looked at me and smiled disbelievingly, thinking I didn't have enough money.
At that point I realized that my red backpack was gone. I started searching everywhere, but Bowie seemed more concerned about finding someone to buy drugs from at this point. So I ran past him up some stairs into a supermarket.
I remember it being the day before some sort of holiday, and thinking that the last shoppers were just starting to leave. The strawberry blonde woman was at one of the registers. So I walked up to her and demanded she close things down and seal up the place until I found who'd stolen my backpack. She smiled and said that the store wasn't responsible for things stolen on their property.
So instead I stood in front of the doors with my elbows out, trying to inconvenience people as much as possible. the strawberry blonde woman's smile faded somewhat, but she shrugged and said, "that won't help you much you know."
So then I yelled "whoever stole my fucking backpack better give it back"
At some point a person I used to know slightly at school came up to me, I think her name was <oops full name of someone here, I should probably censor that>. Anyway, she asked me what I was talking about, as I plainly had a yellow backpack in my hand.
"This is David Bowie's" I said.
"What does David bowie have to do with this?" she said, nonplussed.
"He's down there" I said, waving irritably at the stairs going down, and she went off to try to find him.
then I woke up.
I'm not sure why I thought this was worthy of a dream diary, as it makes no sense at all, it's more that I thought some elements of it, rather than the whole, were sort of interesting.
I just woke up from a nap and subsequently one of the worst experiences of sleep paralysis ever. For those of you who have never had the misfortune of experiencing this sleepy phenomena (fuck you), have you ever had that thing where you're kind of halfway between waking up and still being asleep and your dream is still going on and you're brain hasn't woken you up fully so you can't move any part of your body? That's sleep paralysis.
Worst. Nap. Ever.
Why do you all have dreams? I want to have dreams too.