Saturday, 23 June 2007

A Troubled Mind = Strange, Bad Dreams

I shouldn't be surprised to have a dream like this. Somehow I managed to dream that my entire room was being gutted and all my stuff was put in the living room. The living room would be my "bedroom" but in full view of anyone in the house, of course. Dad said it would be at least a month, maybe two before I'd have my room back. I got pretty mad.

I then somehow find myself in a car ride along a busy road through the textbook example of a dreary spring rainstorm (I guess it was March or so), heading back to Hope I guess but through a big city. Ben was in the car for an unknown reason, but he wasn't driving. Neither was I, so I guess the driver was an extra, but we both seemed to know him. I don't remember if Ben or I talked about anything interesting or important (sorry Ben-I know real conversations with you are better than that).

Somehow then later I found myself leaving my family for somewhere and was on an airplane to fly across the country to California. I managed to get in the plane but forget ALL of my luggage, including a checked bag and a carry on. I literally had nothing with me and the plane was just taking off when I realized this. I then smooshed at the button to signal a flight attendant until one came rushing up, seeing me go crazy. I told her that I had left absolutely everything behind and that without the medicine inside that I'd die. I succeeded in getting the pilot to turn the plane around and make a landing back at the airport we just left.

What's wrong with me?!