I had the wierdest dream. Again. This time it was wierd because I slept for several hours and dreampt it, woke up, drove home, fell asleep for a few more hours and continued the original dream, woke up at 1 to answer the phone, fell back asleep, and continued the same dream...
I only ended up getting out of bed at 4:30. Lame. What a wasted day.
But the dream was interesting. It had a lot to do with this kid I used to work with (who, interestingly enough, I had to write up at work when I was the boss for a few months) being in a horror movie with Jake Gyllenhall, and working at a fast food place and... sitting on hoods of cars... and beaches at night... and other assorted generic teenage images. I can only assume that I'm supposed to learn something from this dream, why else would it have persued me through three sleeping periods?
I think there was a wereworlf in it too...
I only ended up getting out of bed at 4:30. Lame. What a wasted day.
But the dream was interesting. It had a lot to do with this kid I used to work with (who, interestingly enough, I had to write up at work when I was the boss for a few months) being in a horror movie with Jake Gyllenhall, and working at a fast food place and... sitting on hoods of cars... and beaches at night... and other assorted generic teenage images. I can only assume that I'm supposed to learn something from this dream, why else would it have persued me through three sleeping periods?
I think there was a wereworlf in it too...