I had 2 last night. They were fun, and by fun I mean very weird. The first one consisted of me and my mom (and the rest of our beach community) fleeing our beach town from some unknown creature that was killing the people. It was strangely reminiscent of the basilisk incident in Harry Potter (which I incidentally watched this weekend.) I was very determined to get some of my fabric with me as my mom and I fled to my uncle's in Berkley. I ran across some shady people I over heard talking about whatever the beast was and how they were going to profit. Very Team Rocket. I don't really remember the second one.... not nearly as bothersome.... and by bothersome I mean frightening. I was running around with a group of friends in a foreign place (I'm gonna say Italy). AT first we were shopping, then we were running and hiding and trying to get somewhere in the nighttime. It was odd, and it was the kind of people I don't normally chill with. I don't know.
I guess my subconcious is playing catch-up from the lack of dreaming I've had recently.
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