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Is there a dream interpreter in the house?
A lot of times I have simple dreams and it's not very often that I remember them but last night's was a dozy... and everyone was there.
It started off in a cabin in the woods with a group of girls, about 7 of us. Most I don't remember, or maybe didn't even know. The cabin belonged to Sandy of Traveling Suitcase (who I've never actually met) and Julie from Momspective (who I also do not know in real life) was there. Someone mentioned something about having french fries and pizza upstairs and that part was over.
The next part took place in an old restaurant I worked at, Harrison Roadhouse. I was returning to work as a bartender after graduating from college. Julie and I were, I guess, graduating together (even though she's much younger) and she was working at the restaurant too. Phil was there as the other bartender and Cassandra and Annemarie were there for support and to take pictures. Why the hell would they do that? My older brother was there too. There was also a cute dark headed boy who looked at me like I was crazy for not knowing about some new beer that, get this, was 4 years from being developed. I have no idea who he was but wouldn't mind running into him again under different circumstances when he didn't think I was so dumb.
I had arrived early to set up the bar but someone had let guests in, at 6:50am, even though we didn't open until 11am. That really freaked me out although no one else seemed to be bothered by it. What does that mean?
I ended up waking and looking at the clock.
It was 3:30am and I knew for sure I must be dying.
I felt fine but laid still to feel if my heart was racing or if my head felt like it was going to explode.
"I must be dying", I thought.
"Why else would my life have just flashed before me?"
...but I'm fine. At least for now.
Anyone ever experience that feeling of doom from a somewhat non-traumatic dream? Any Dream Analyzers want to take a stab at it?