Day 15 – Your dreams
Dreams mean two things, as far as I know: my aspirations for the future (and possibly the present, as well) OR the crazy shit that I imagine while I'm asleep. I'll go with the latter, since I'm pretty fucking confused about the former--aside from wantingneedinggetting a job and moving out, that is. I don't remember my dreams very often. I have a lot of recurring dreams that are actually memories that I actually don't want to talk about. I dream about a lot of weird stuff, too--one dream I can still remember having (last year) was of a huge rabid squirrel chasing a boy through the back fields (giant field/park/pond/swamp/hill area behind my house) and uh. It pounced on the poor kid, ate him, then came after me. I'm not entirely certain how to interpret that one. Luckily, I woke up before the squirrel could attack--it's a fact, true or not I have no idea, that if you die in a dream you die in real life. The saddening thing about, this, though, is that every person you see in dreams is a real person you've seen at least once before in your life, or know on a more personal basis, etc. I did not know this kid, but for some reason my past memories decided to drudge up this kid I'd seen at least once before in my life, shove him into a dream and decide to have him get mauled alive by a giant rabid demonic squirrel. Fuck. I over think things too often. This probably just means I have a hidden phobia of mutated squirrels or something.