Dream Post: haven’t had one in a while…

…quite like this. Enjoy.

I had a dream: It opened with me and two other people in a shop of sorts, and we had to murder them. So someone, not me, shot a man at a bar, a woman, and her boyfriend. The woman and the man died, but were able to dance around afterwards outside the store, and talk about what had happened. Then this guy showed up with a bag and a knife that he shined at my friend (a knife/bag that looked like the one from Stardust, if you’ve ever seen that movie), and I was scared and started to run away but I could he grabbed me and took me. For some reason he needed me to be on his journey with him. We stopped at one place, and he did what he needed to do, (for a day or two) and then we went to another place, all the while staying in hotel rooms under cover. It was clear to me that he was magical. One night we were in the hotel room, doing a puzzle which apparently was part of this whole thing, and we got a message (magically) that we had to go, immediately. I remember trying to pack my bag quickly, and then I had too many pairs of shoes in my hand in case I  had to fight someone in the hallway. I also had to ask if I could get my stuff for my glasses because I had had my contacts in my eyes for days, and I was getting tired of that and wanted to put my glasses on. We were headed to the airport. So we were in the airport, and I didn’t know where we were going, or what the person’s name was I was with. So he goes to check where the gates go to get to the airport, and I am waiting, and then I start looking around, and then all of the sudden someone has taken my suit case, and my luggage tag, and the person that took my luggage tag was with Ice-T. I was very mad, and yelled at the airline people, but then I realized I couldn’t do anything about it because I could tell them my name or where I was going so I would never get my stuff back. So I was very mad, and decided to scream as loud as I could, and then Jeff was there (and magically was the guy I was originally with) and he told me to calm down, but I didn’t want to so I climbed up a building with levels and inside they were shooting law and order: svu. Then I was on the top level of a department store that was HUGE and had stuff in it, and I was falling from maybe level 10 ish? and was falling and looking at all these things, (one of these things was Oprah kitchen stuff) and then when I landed I was in some kitchen section. So this woman who worked in the store asked me if I needed help and I told her that I needed to find who I was with and I wasn’t sure where I was going. She asked if I was going to Manhattan (she was sure I was for some reason) and I said no, because I was just there with him, so she took me around and I started yelling “Jeff?” and they took me into an auditorium, and Elliott, my friend, was there, and I knew I knew him but not his name, but he shook his head at me, saying “No” as if he wasn’t the one I was looking for, and then I kept saying “Jeff?” and finally found the guy I had been with, who was named “James” not Jeff. Then we got on the plane to the next place….

The end.

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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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