Dreaming
Here I go, blogging in the morning again. I felt like I needed to because I had some really strange dreams last night; one was funny, one was sentimental and the other just wasn't good at all.
The funny one was, well, weird. I think I was actually watching this on television in the dream. Anyway, there was a double-decker bus (you know, like the ones they have in London) going down the road and it was a mobile Chinese restaurant. However, the cooking was not done on the bus, nor was it done in a building. Oh, no! The cooking was done by some Chinese guys following the bus in a very large El Camino. The chef was standing up in the bed of this trar (contraction of "truck" and "car") cooking in a wok that was on top of a stove! And the waiters were wearing the stereotypical bad tuxedos. But the funny part was how they got from the El Camino to the bus: They pulled some kung-fo shit and were jumping back and forth; I'm talking about flipping, all that stuff.
Needless to say, it was pretty hilarious. I woke up laughing my ass off.
The sentimental dream was about high school. I really don't know why but I've been thinking about that time in my life a lot recently, especially my senior year. Maybe in my sub-concious, I have a desire to go back. Anyway, in the dream I was just walking down the halls and having a normal day; I even went to baseball practice.
It was actually kind of fun to have that dream. I even hugged my Spanish teacher, someone I didn't particularly care for.
Now for the sad one. I won't say who it was about just yet, because I haven't had a chance to tell them about it. But it was pretty bad, at least to me it was. In the dream, I got a call and found out that this certain person had been in an accident. So I got to the hospital as quickly as I could to check on them. In the lobby I met the person who called me to tell me about it and we talked until they said it was alright to go see them. When we got to the room they recognized our mutual friend but not me. In fact, I think their response in the dream was "get the fuck out, I have no clue who you are." When I woke up, I was on the verge of tears. Thankfully I realized it was just a dream but damn... I was glad when it was over.
Well, two pretty good dreams vs. one bad one isn't too bad. As for why I had these dreams, I think my sub-concious may have played the biggest roles in the last two (the first one is kind of obvious, the second isn't so obvious so I need to ponder that a little more). As for the first one, I think it was just my twisted sense of humor in that one. Maybe next time I'm tempted to make popcorn with extra butter and salt so late at night, I should just pass it up!
--Jonathan
The funny one was, well, weird. I think I was actually watching this on television in the dream. Anyway, there was a double-decker bus (you know, like the ones they have in London) going down the road and it was a mobile Chinese restaurant. However, the cooking was not done on the bus, nor was it done in a building. Oh, no! The cooking was done by some Chinese guys following the bus in a very large El Camino. The chef was standing up in the bed of this trar (contraction of "truck" and "car") cooking in a wok that was on top of a stove! And the waiters were wearing the stereotypical bad tuxedos. But the funny part was how they got from the El Camino to the bus: They pulled some kung-fo shit and were jumping back and forth; I'm talking about flipping, all that stuff.
Needless to say, it was pretty hilarious. I woke up laughing my ass off.
The sentimental dream was about high school. I really don't know why but I've been thinking about that time in my life a lot recently, especially my senior year. Maybe in my sub-concious, I have a desire to go back. Anyway, in the dream I was just walking down the halls and having a normal day; I even went to baseball practice.
It was actually kind of fun to have that dream. I even hugged my Spanish teacher, someone I didn't particularly care for.
Now for the sad one. I won't say who it was about just yet, because I haven't had a chance to tell them about it. But it was pretty bad, at least to me it was. In the dream, I got a call and found out that this certain person had been in an accident. So I got to the hospital as quickly as I could to check on them. In the lobby I met the person who called me to tell me about it and we talked until they said it was alright to go see them. When we got to the room they recognized our mutual friend but not me. In fact, I think their response in the dream was "get the fuck out, I have no clue who you are." When I woke up, I was on the verge of tears. Thankfully I realized it was just a dream but damn... I was glad when it was over.
Well, two pretty good dreams vs. one bad one isn't too bad. As for why I had these dreams, I think my sub-concious may have played the biggest roles in the last two (the first one is kind of obvious, the second isn't so obvious so I need to ponder that a little more). As for the first one, I think it was just my twisted sense of humor in that one. Maybe next time I'm tempted to make popcorn with extra butter and salt so late at night, I should just pass it up!
--Jonathan
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