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Drugs weren't involved, I swear
18 years ago
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As memory serves, I haven't had a dream in months. So evidently, that means that all the freaky wierd crap that happens in normal dreams just condenses further and further until it finally gets an opportunity to show itself.
I swear most of this made sense as it happened. Most of it was also strangely hallmark-esque....
The part I remember the most is being in a bank inside of a ludicrously large shopping center. Upon entering, I noted just how frantic and stressed the staff was. So, logically, I decided that the best course of action was to use the bank's computers to (somehow) mail them one of those stupid anectdotal "Life is lovely, don't stress it" emails everyone deletes.
Of course the recipitent of the email (the most stressed of all the workers) was not happy with this. He proceeded to print out the email, and step over to where I was and seat himself.
I can't remember what was said, but he vaguely asked if I had sent that. I vaguely denied without lying. He then accuses me of lying, to which I get deeply offended and throw a pen at his head, hard, from a distance of two feet.
The guy doesn't even flinch, and I notice his forehead is starting to bleed. I start apologizing and he just demands to know if it was me, to which I agree.
It gets fuzzy here, because at some point this white male turns into an Asian female. She's deeply moved by the email and wants to give me $150. I decline, but she presses. So I tell her five bucks would be good if she insists. She then gives me five, along with four women's heeled sandals. Two match, two don't. It also doesn't help that I put them all on with what seems to be four feet. The black ones with the magenta rhinestones look fine, but the black one with the orange rhinestones does not match the white one. So I step back inside and switch for a matching black one, because now the bank also sells shoes.
I step out, and there's my mother, angry with me. She demands to know where I ate breakfast. I ask why she's so frantic if she had told me she wouldn't be coming out this way today. She demands again to know where I ate breakfast, to which I reply "Next to the Orange Julius."
And that's where I woke up.
I swear most of this made sense as it happened. Most of it was also strangely hallmark-esque....
The part I remember the most is being in a bank inside of a ludicrously large shopping center. Upon entering, I noted just how frantic and stressed the staff was. So, logically, I decided that the best course of action was to use the bank's computers to (somehow) mail them one of those stupid anectdotal "Life is lovely, don't stress it" emails everyone deletes.
Of course the recipitent of the email (the most stressed of all the workers) was not happy with this. He proceeded to print out the email, and step over to where I was and seat himself.
I can't remember what was said, but he vaguely asked if I had sent that. I vaguely denied without lying. He then accuses me of lying, to which I get deeply offended and throw a pen at his head, hard, from a distance of two feet.
The guy doesn't even flinch, and I notice his forehead is starting to bleed. I start apologizing and he just demands to know if it was me, to which I agree.
It gets fuzzy here, because at some point this white male turns into an Asian female. She's deeply moved by the email and wants to give me $150. I decline, but she presses. So I tell her five bucks would be good if she insists. She then gives me five, along with four women's heeled sandals. Two match, two don't. It also doesn't help that I put them all on with what seems to be four feet. The black ones with the magenta rhinestones look fine, but the black one with the orange rhinestones does not match the white one. So I step back inside and switch for a matching black one, because now the bank also sells shoes.
I step out, and there's my mother, angry with me. She demands to know where I ate breakfast. I ask why she's so frantic if she had told me she wouldn't be coming out this way today. She demands again to know where I ate breakfast, to which I reply "Next to the Orange Julius."
And that's where I woke up.
it's been an interesting weekend to say the least...
Nobody has experiences like the ones you have, Kit