03-05-2004 - 5:07 p.m.
I had what is quite possibly the weirdest dream ever last night.
I had spent the day with a guy who I haven't seen in a long time. For some reason, I didn't have my car with me and he couldn't take me home because it was a 45 minute drive and he had to go to his friend's house to watch some sporting event on TV. So, he brought me to the bus station and I was going to take a bus home.
I was really really tired, so this boy comes up with this genius plan- I should go hang out at my friend's house, he'll wait at the bus station, and he'll call my cell when the bus arrives. I kept insisting that he just leave because I knew that he wanted to get to his friend's house, but he insisted.
So, I went to my friend's house, and it turned out to be the art teacher who I share a classroom with at school. I wasn't even there very long, maybe ten minutes, and I was just sitting on her couch. Then, I looked at my phone and realized I'd missed his call about the bus. I totally freaked out, and went running out of the house and down the street towards the bus station. I'm sweating my ass off and barely able to breathe, and in the meantime I'm listening to his voicemail. In the message he sounded really pissed off. I had missed the bus, and now we had to wait at least 25 minutes for another.
At this point I'm like "Oh, well if I'm late already, I'll just stop running because I don't want to look like shit when I get there." By the time I got there, a while had passed since he called and he was just beyond pissed with me. He wouldn't even look at me or talk to me. And the strangest thing is, this is a person who I've never seen pissed off. I didn't know he had it in him. He was late to see the game on TV, and he resented me for it.
Eventually he was just like "I'm out." And he got up and left me sitting on the bench alone.
Now, at this point in the dream I'm suddenly accompanied by my friend Katie. It's Katie, and I know it's Katie, but physically she's one of my 8th grade students. So, Katie miraculously appears and for some reason looks like this kid Christina. I go storming off after him, Katie in tow, and we see him riding up this escalator. So I just start screaming at him "Fuck you! I can't believe you would just leave without talking to me! blah blah blah" But I'm trying not to be too loud because there's all these kids from my school walking around with their parents because there's some carnival going on. And the guy is totally like "whatever" and keeps right on going up the escalator without even turning back. So, I just start crying right there, crouched down on the ground. Katie convinces me to go back to the bus station, and we start walking. Suddenly, a cell phone starts ringing in my purse. I open my bag, and realize that my phone isn't ringing. It's another cell phone that I didn't realize I had in my bag. It's the guy's cell phone. And (get ready, this is the best part of the whole dream) his ringtone is...
Some Girls Dance With Women by JC Chasez!
So, now I have his cell phone, and it's actually him calling from his house (presumably to try and find out where the phone is). So, I decide I'm gonna drop the phone off at his house, and at this point I miraculously have a car at my disposal...
And then I woke up! At 6:15 in the morning! I so wanted to know what happened next!!!!
Anyways, this dream is so weird on so many levels. First off, as I'm sure you've noticed, this dream was EPIC. I swear it lasted the whole damn night. Secondly, the cast of characters was just ridiculous. The whole dream involved people that I wouldn't expect it to. Third, the hatred this guy had for me was just too fucking real. When I woke up I was just like Holy shit! Is it possible that someone hates me that much in real life??? It's really scary if someone (this guy, or anyone for that matter) actually does.
Anyways, I'm kind of into trying to analyze my dreams. What made me dream this stuff? Is it true that I'm that hateable? Have I done someone wrong? Or are these just subconcious fears coming out in my dreams??? This shit has been bothering me all damn day.
Really, there's no point to this rambling. I just hoped that writing it would get it off my mind.
