So, I dreamed about Stephen again last night. (I don't post most of them, because a some get pretty racy.) To quote Sugarcult, "That's what you gets for falling for him, You can never get him out of your head."
Anyway, in the dream, I checked his facebook page and his status was about ripping some girl named Whitney's clothes off, and she commented on it with a very racy comment about their sex life. I remember being jealous, hurt, and upset in the dream. Not that he was a sex god or anything, but I did love him... I still love him...
Friday, February 27, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Gang?
So, I've had other weird dreams, but by the time I get to the computer, it's faded.
I was in high school again, but I was in a gang. My hair was streaked and it was a sign of the gang. I may have also been a prostitute. Anyway, I'm standing in the hallway of my high school when a male gang member came out of the cafeteria and started yelling at me. I believe he hit me, but I remember seeing my brother come out in the hallway before I blacked out.
I came to in the hallway again, in different clothes. Somebody told me my brother was in the hospital. So, I ran and sorta kinda crawled, with my clothes falling off, up the stairs. I also vowed to have nothing else to do with the gang, I was dying my hair and running away. When I got up the stairs, I was in a hospital. I went to the nurse's station and asked if he was there, imagining that he was in ICU or worse, and it was my fault. The nurse told me where he was. I started crying and she tried to grab me, the other nurse told her it was fine, I was his sister. I walked into the room (which looked a lot like a plain bedroom) and he was lying on his stomach, reading. I tried to hug him and avoid his shoulder, because I was sure that's where he was hurt. He said, "If you get off me, I'll roll over and give you a real hug." I started crying harder and saying, "You're okay. You're okay."
I was in high school again, but I was in a gang. My hair was streaked and it was a sign of the gang. I may have also been a prostitute. Anyway, I'm standing in the hallway of my high school when a male gang member came out of the cafeteria and started yelling at me. I believe he hit me, but I remember seeing my brother come out in the hallway before I blacked out.
I came to in the hallway again, in different clothes. Somebody told me my brother was in the hospital. So, I ran and sorta kinda crawled, with my clothes falling off, up the stairs. I also vowed to have nothing else to do with the gang, I was dying my hair and running away. When I got up the stairs, I was in a hospital. I went to the nurse's station and asked if he was there, imagining that he was in ICU or worse, and it was my fault. The nurse told me where he was. I started crying and she tried to grab me, the other nurse told her it was fine, I was his sister. I walked into the room (which looked a lot like a plain bedroom) and he was lying on his stomach, reading. I tried to hug him and avoid his shoulder, because I was sure that's where he was hurt. He said, "If you get off me, I'll roll over and give you a real hug." I started crying harder and saying, "You're okay. You're okay."
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