Dream Post: 2

I had another weird dream, before that other dream, but I wanted to post it so I don’t forget.

I was with my friends, and we were in my house (my parent’s house) and we were hanging out, and my dad told me my parents were getting divorced. So APPARENTLY that meant that we had to go to Florida, where my dad was moving. My dad was like, let’s go visit Florida, oh, wait, we’re staying. So then we’re in Florida, and I am really upset because I don’t have any of my stuff, so I decide I needed to leave. So I start walking, and call my friend Lauren who is going to drive me to the airport. Well, she was with her friend K, and her baby, and so I start walking and come to a HUGE bridge. And the only pedestrian way to get across the bridge is to crawl through one of those kids tunnels that look like:

tunnelBut the bridge is like a mile across. So I am crawling through the tunnel, but about 3/4 of the way across, I realize that the pedestrian bridge does not connect to the airport bridge, so I go to turn around. At this point, Lauren calls and says she’s headed to the bridge. So I turn around, and the bridge turns into a slide-ish ride, and so I am sliding to the beginning, and there are all these people in the tunnel, and each person has a sign around their neck. The signs have dog breed written on them, and each person falls according to how big or small their dog is. Apparently it was a science experiment. So the tunnels are twisty and turny, and I am sliding but the whole structure is also bouncy, like a moon-bounce. So I am passing all these people-representing-dogs, and they are all bouncing everywhere. Finally, I get to the beginning of the tunnel and I am met by Lauren in her car, but I know I am not going to make the plane, and she does too. So we walk over to K’s car, where baby and her are hanging out.

Then I woke up.

This was 2 nights BEFORE the plane-crashing dream.

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About sorellaaglio

I am 26. I love nature. I love trying new things, and I love children. I love cooking, baking, and sometimes even cleaning. I am an organized mess, and yet manage to eat three meals a day and get eight hours of sleep a night. If you stop by, I'll feed you and make you a mixed CD. Oh, and I am a fan of you.
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