I love dreaming.
My dreams have always been like movies. Long, really detailed and always telling a story. And I remember everything about them when I wake up, which is pretty cool.
Well, it's ALMOST always pretty cool... Sometimes, I wish I didn't remember my dreams, because every now and then I wake up so angry and so annoyed.
I don't have nightmares anymore, they're rare. But the annoying dreams, they pop up from time to time and make me actually want to strangle somebody when I wake up. That's the downside of having very vidid dreams. You believe, even for a short while after you have woken up, that they actually happened.
You know how you sometimes dream that you are heading somewhere, but you never get there? Or when people who you love and who are awesome in real life behave like real jackasses in your dreams? Imagine those two things together, and you're getting close to the kind of annoying fucking dreams I have sometimes.
Like last night.
I woke up wanting to punch my boyfriend in the face because he had been the biggest jerk, the most annoying fucking moron ever in a dream where I was already struggling because I kept running up and down this enourmous building, never finding the place I was looking for. And yeah, wearing a bikini.
Fucking bullshit dream.
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