Dreamtime

Murmurings Of My Subconcious

What emerges from my subconscious in the form of my dreams is truly bizzare and makes me think about just how little we really know about ourselves. Let's use friday night's dream as an example.

A group of people and i are lying on our stomachs, looking up into the trees with binoculars. Somehow, i know that i'm looking at my school, Walford, now somehow up in the treetops, with rope bridges between 'buildings'. Through our binoculars, i can see that the Nazi's that have invaded the school are patrolling the bridges. I can feel that knot in my stomach as we prepare for our attack on them.

Suddenly, we're in a high speed car chase. We've invaded the school and the Nazi's are hot on our trail. MarriedMan, myself and a random named Sarah were in one car, with PB and Mr.Music were in the other. We're going faster and faster. Suddenly, both cars jack-knife. When MarriedMan and i can haul ourselves out of the car, we see that Sarah, Mr.Music and PB are dead. Possibly by decapitation. Immediately, he and i started crying, like we'd never stop.

Then we were at church. We were tring to explain to Dr.B what had happened. He was standing behind the desk in the front office. When we finally got it out, that horrible news, he started crying too. He told us that his horoscope had warned him about this, that it had predicted these events exactly and he should've listened. Then he read something from the bible, something that also predicted it event for event. If we read the bible every day, we would've predicted this, would've known that it would happen.

Then we all kept crying.

It truly was the most bizzare dream ever. Full of hidden meaning, no doubt. Either way, it was good for a laugh.

Annie