frankie18

I had this dream where I was running. Everyone was running. I was on the track team or at pe class or something. But I showed up late, and wasnt in proper gear. The coach/teacher yelled at me and told me to get out there and start my workout. Immediately I looked for and noticed two boys, R and E. They were friends from high school, one whom ive slept with. I found them and watched them with my eyes, calculating their pace, and this rage grew in me when we made eye contact. I got on the track and started running. I realized that I didnt stretch and didnt warm up but I already had my goal in mind, dont let R pass me. Ever. So I started running but I had all this stuff weighing me down. Each lap I would remove some of my excess baggage. My backpack, my camera bag, my purse, my fav red sweatshirt that has significance to my best friend, my cd player and headphones, a trendy trucker hat. No matter how much weight was lifted with every item I removed I still felt weighed down. I looked down at my orange pumas and my feet felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. It was hot and I was sweaty and tired but I kept running, trying to stay ahead. I could hear R behind me, panting, getting steadily closer. I started feeling panicky as he approached. I ran as fast as I could but I felt like my lungs were going to burst. Then he passed me. I slowly stopped running and he turned around and smiled at me. I felt defeated, crushed.

I think this dream defiantly had some underlined meaning. Im sure ill spend all day thinking about it. Feel free to release your inner shrink and analyze at will.

on a totally unrelated topic i bought 311 and warped tour tickets. im a happy kid.