*sorry I meant favorite captain ever besides my Grandpa.
Dreamt about trying to sail a boat with big black sails.
Nobody knew what they were doing and the wind would gust and fail, and was entirely changeable.
This is either a metaphor for life, or because my favorite captain ever was sending me messages from Moorea last night, for some reason, after not hearing from him in over a year. Oh maybe because he was busy sailing Argo around the world.
Both.
i dreamt I had braces on half of my teeth, just the right side, for as long as I could remember.
They had put them on when I was about 14 and I had never thought about them until now. I discovered I could break them off my teeth. So I did.
(I think I clench my teeth really hard in my sleep)
I dreamt I was driving around with Oscar. He was trying to make out with me and I was not into it. We drove across the bridge back to Brooklyn (for once it wasn’t the Brooklyn Bridge, though), and had to stop for a drawbridge. A giant destroyer sort of military boat zoomed through the drawbridge, and I was amazed at how fast it was. And realized it must be Fleet Week. And cringed.
kittens have their first sips of water [x]
oh my gosh. how do things that cute even exist?!?!?!?
you little alien egg kittens.
(Source: justjasper)
Dreamt about one misshapen chicken egg that, when you cracked it open, had four poison dart frogs in clear embryo casing inside of it.
It was like when you get a chicken egg with two yolks in it. But frogs.
Then the frogs hatched out of there… and became full sized kittens.
It didn’t seem so weird at the time. I was kind of like “Oh thats interesting, I just hatched four kittens from one egg.”
Then the kittens were running around and I couldn’t keep them all together.
Waking up and then going back to sleep produces the CRAZIEST dreams for me
This one was super creepy. I can never just have a pleasant dream.
I lived in a brownstone I think, and had for a few months but still didn’t really have anything in it. Not a lot of furniture, etc.
Outside by the trash, I had some weird brief eye contact with a passing guy, who was carrying a big green backpack, the kind that was a little more serious than a daypack, but not really the kind you could live out of. I didn’t think anything of it and went inside.
A few hours later I noticed a backpack within the little gates of where the garbage goes that seemed to be in perfect condition. I thought it was weird so I brought it inside and started to open all the parts of it.
In the first part was… some crumpled money and scraps of wrinkled paper that I paid no attention to. But I considered keeping the money, haha.
In the second compartment I found some freaky shit, a little bottle of lube and some restraints or something.
Then I opened the top cover which goes over the whole main compartment, that you could also store stuff in.
There was a bunch of clothes in it. I started pulling them out and then was startled because eventually I pulled out a shirt that had been MINE..
Then the next shirt, was MINE, and the next, and the next, the whole thing was stuffed with items of clothing that I had owned over the past year and hadn’t noticed they had disappeared. The last thing I took out of the top compartment was a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner that I had completely used, and I guess didn’t notice that had disappeared from my house.
Then I opened the biggest part of the backpack and there was a full sized blow up doll stuffed into it.
And I freaked the fuck out. Whoever that guy was that I had made eye contact with, who had left the backpack by my house, had been stalking me for obviously months, and finding ways to steal things from me, and clearly had found a way into my house multiple times and I had no idea.
I went back and read the scraps of paper and they were psycho babble half-addressed to me, and half details of what horrible plans he had to do to me once he got me or once he put the final plan into action.
And freaked out and had to call the cops but wasn’t sure what they would do for me or if they could do anything at all.
Crazyass dreams. Why can’t u just be nice.
I have to get rid of those frantic snippets that have been happening.
Down with screentime! Modern parenting on myself at the age of 27….
I dreamt I was flying in a Cessna very very low near the Brooklyn Bridge towards the city (it’s always near the Brooklyn Bridge… I dream about that crossing ALL. THE. TIME.)
The plane was slowly losing altitude and I was worried we were either going to crash into the river or into the buildings. Then, we caught a big gust of wind from the Staten Island Ferry and were propelled up into the air and continued on for a bit.
Scene change; we made it all the way to Hawaii. Approaching an out-island in the Hawaiian peninsula archipelago, hello,…. we lost all altitude and crashed into the ocean very close to shore. I don’t remember the actual crash, just a flash of being in the air, then being in the water and climbing up a seawall that had almost no ladders leading down to the sea.
Found one, and pushed open a flimsy iron gate, then turned around and watched the pieces of our plane and possessions sink into the ocean.
We thought it would be hundreds of feet deep, but I was convinced I could dive down and at least pick up some of the pieces. So I’d stand on the seawall, 40 feet up, and dive down into the ocean to get it. At some point I realized that if I breathed gently, I could breathe underwater for a while.
I got some of our stuff, but we were worried because we were far away from any hotels or anything, and had lost our wallets. Craig was there, and I said to him “why do things like this always happen to us when we’re traveling together?”
We watchted the broken half of the Cessna be pushed away under the water by the currents.
Dreamed I was standing on a balcony/upper level a house, like my dad’s house used to have a big open living room but you could still walk on the balcony/hallway upstairs to look over it
There was a younger girl there, like my sister or a cousin or maybe just a girl that I had known. She was SO MAD at me, that she was trying to throw objects up at me, to kill me.
I was just laughing at her, which made her more mad. She was throwing the cleated cycling shoes at me, then figured out a way to whip them at me really hard. This time they were coming close, but I could just duck. Then she found a giant fire poker…. And was swinging that around. That’s when things got a little more concerning. My stepmom and her mother were there but they were watching tv and too oblivious to do anything about it, even though I was yelling at them to get the fire poker away from her.
Had a really detailed one about Corey the other night too, but I already typed that one out in my notes.
