Crazy? Awesome? It’s all about how you interpret it.
Some people don’t dream very often.
I am not some people.
In fact, I’ve written about a slasher dream and mentioned other messed up dreams on here before.
This post is not about a messed up dream however. This post is about an awesome dream.
In the middle of attempting to study over the weekend, I dozed off. When I woke up I had to text ED immediately to tell him about the dream I had.
“I just woke up from the hottest dream! We were making out all over the city in the middle of the day…narrowly missing being caught by a bunch of school kids. Also, we may or may not have shot someone.”
“Interesting. I like the idea, but why were the school kids trying to catch us?”
“They weren’t. We were near a park they were walking thru.”
“Wait… did you say we shot someone?”
“Possibly. I had run to the tween who was thrown from the car and to grab the gun, when I turned around someone had been shot. It’s all really complicated.”
“You have the craziest dreams.”
“I know! If by crazy you mean awesome!”
“Well of course I mean awesome!”
Blogfully yours,
Summer
Taylor has all but given up on listening to my dreams. I take two medications that have “unusual dreams” listed as a side effect. Mine usually involve a particular guy from high school…I feel no reason to dream about him…and yet there he is, over and over. And his mom is usually in it too…as MY mom and not my real mom.