I had the weirdest dream last night. Normally I don't remember my dreams, but this morning I woke and it was still so clear to me.
I dreamt about this woman I've only ever talked to in Formspring. There's no established friendship or anything like that, just someone I find interesting and have bounced a few questions off.
She was in a mall playing a baby grand piano while wearing a very dishevelled dolphin costume. She was selling tickets for a dolphin watching cruise and throwing handfuls of peanuts at me. Every time I approached her to ask what she was doing here she'd start playing louder. I turned around to walk off and there were dolphins on the ground eating the peanuts she'd been throwing. I was confused in my dream about whether or not dolphins actually ate peanuts. I wasn't so much questioning what they were doing on land.
Things got weird about then. I was sitting on the piano stool with her and she was playing Burt Bacharach tunes. We were actually sailing down the river, not on a boat, just at the piano like it was some sort of ocean craft. Dolphins were swimming around us playing in the bow wave from the front piano support. They were doing that dolphin chatter thing and waving their heads back in approval to the music.
As we sailed along she continued to play while reciting this long diatribe about Gilligans Island. She spoke in a rhythmic beat like Jack Kerouac reciting his prose. It was dark, and mesmerising and I felt incredibly uncomfortable with where it was leading. The dolphins kept chattering and she kept talking louder as if in competition with them, and then she was gone. It was sunny again, I was on shore, and the signs that had been up advertising the dolphin tour were not to be seen anywhere. In my dream I started telling myself that had just been a dream and that I needed to get up and tell her. I looked down and saw peanut shells all over the ground and instantly the sky turned black and thunder came rolling in. It freaked my ass out.
I woke from the dream, outside the dream, sitting bolt upright in bed and very uneasy. WTF was that messed up shit? If that's the sort of crap I normally dream about then it's little wonder why I don't normally consume the energy to have recollections LOL.
I dreamt about this woman I've only ever talked to in Formspring. There's no established friendship or anything like that, just someone I find interesting and have bounced a few questions off.
She was in a mall playing a baby grand piano while wearing a very dishevelled dolphin costume. She was selling tickets for a dolphin watching cruise and throwing handfuls of peanuts at me. Every time I approached her to ask what she was doing here she'd start playing louder. I turned around to walk off and there were dolphins on the ground eating the peanuts she'd been throwing. I was confused in my dream about whether or not dolphins actually ate peanuts. I wasn't so much questioning what they were doing on land.
Things got weird about then. I was sitting on the piano stool with her and she was playing Burt Bacharach tunes. We were actually sailing down the river, not on a boat, just at the piano like it was some sort of ocean craft. Dolphins were swimming around us playing in the bow wave from the front piano support. They were doing that dolphin chatter thing and waving their heads back in approval to the music.
As we sailed along she continued to play while reciting this long diatribe about Gilligans Island. She spoke in a rhythmic beat like Jack Kerouac reciting his prose. It was dark, and mesmerising and I felt incredibly uncomfortable with where it was leading. The dolphins kept chattering and she kept talking louder as if in competition with them, and then she was gone. It was sunny again, I was on shore, and the signs that had been up advertising the dolphin tour were not to be seen anywhere. In my dream I started telling myself that had just been a dream and that I needed to get up and tell her. I looked down and saw peanut shells all over the ground and instantly the sky turned black and thunder came rolling in. It freaked my ass out.
I woke from the dream, outside the dream, sitting bolt upright in bed and very uneasy. WTF was that messed up shit? If that's the sort of crap I normally dream about then it's little wonder why I don't normally consume the energy to have recollections LOL.
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nickstone:
I will never trade my evenings 
nickstone:
one of my best friend will video the concert..sure