Tag: dreams
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panic at school
I was having that dream where I’m back at school except that I was at one of the many technical schools I attended when I was in the military. It was the first day of school and according to the calendar I was expected to show up in my dress blue uniform, but all I Read.
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hawking
I woke myself up from my dream last night by spitting on myself. First time that’s ever happened. In my dream, I’d dropped a drinking glass while I was standing in line on the sidewalk outside a movie theater. I picked up the biggest pieces and threw them in a trash can some distance away, Read.
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invasive brain-eating aliens
A nap seemed like a good idea, until I laid down and my sinuses filled up like a trash can left open in the rain. I need to be able to lay on my side in bed again. I used to be able to, before I got all flabby and started injuring myself just by Read.
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rough night
It was a dark and stormy night – “stormy” in the sense that there were many rumblings and flashes of activity. Somebody seemed to be having some trouble sleeping. Not me so much, but My Darling B was doing a lot of tossing and turning in the middle of the night. During the part of Read.
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naked
Three o’clock in the morning, I woke from a dream in which I was the only person wearing clothes in a room with about a dozen naked people. It turned out to be more uncomfortable than the dream where I’m the only naked person. I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t feel like I Read.
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wenlock
Even if a picture isn’t worth 1,000 words, this photo of a stack of plushies of the Olympic mascot Wenlock, whose name suggests dark incantations to raise the dead and whose single glaring eyeball is the stuff of my adolescent nightmares, explains better than I ever could why I won’t be wasting any of my Read.
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hunting
Ugh. Zombie dreams last night. Nothing too graphic. I was living in a warehouse with a couple hundred other refugees from the zombie apocalypse. Spent most of the dream doing pretty mundane things. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up after zombies started getting into the warehouse somehow, and each time I Read.
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bleeping bleep
I was back in the lobby of the student union at my alma mater, UW-Eau Claire, scanning the faces for my mother, when whom did I see across the room but my brother. He was doing the same thing I was, and when our eyes met his expression seemed to say to me, Oh, you, Read.
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fishy
Well, that was a weird dream. I had a grouper in an aquarium. Goupers are typically pretty enormous fish, but this one was only an inch or so long. I’m not sure how I knew it was a grouper, other than it was a dream and I just knew. I had other fish in the Read.
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high
I dreamed I could fly. A woman I worked with told me how she did it. I ran into her in the break room and, while I was nuking my lunch in the microwave, I asked her what she did last weekend. She answered, casually, Oh, I was flying. I see, I answered her. Is Read.
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