Or maybe it's becoming a little bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy at this point, but regardless, it's happened again. NIGHTMARE!
In this latest episode, I'm at some sort of small banquet with a group of friends, and all of a sudden, an older gentleman we all know (no one I know in real life, but who we all know in the dream) decides to pull out a semi-automatic weapon and hold us all hostage.
He's rather calm throughout the whole thing, and seems to have this one rather odd request: He wants each of us to come up with a dinner plan for him. As in, "If you want to remain alive, please plan me a five-course dinner." (Random, I know.)
For whatever reason, in the nightmare he singles me out, and I spend the rest of the dream with a gun about two feet away pointed straight at my chest.
Even weirder....I'm eerily calm the entire time I'm trying to plan out this dinner on a big sheet of paper. Recipes and all. I can't for the life of me remember what I ended up planning, but I'm sure it was masterful.
In the end, I take a big sigh, seemingly resolved to whatever my fate might be at the point, and say, "Hope you're hungry." (Probably not the smartest remark to throw at someone pointing a gun at your chest, but I'm a smartass in real life, so I guess it makes sense in that respect.)
The gentleman looks down at the paper, looks up at me, and smirks.
I wake up.
Funky shit, I tell you. But it's a twist for me this time around...usually I end up ACTUALLY getting stabbed or shot in the dream. This time, who knows?
Song of the day: "This God Damn House" The Low Anthem (clarinet gives me goosebumps...a cool song about how it feels to have be living in "too close quarters" with someone)
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It's the vegetarian diet. It's giving you nightmares.
Pffftttt....I had another dream last night too. I'll have to tell you all about that one next week!
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