Dream one: Tumblr. I dreamt of grass-incomplete and windysmile reblogging this very post. ?!?!?!
Dream two: I was living in this little market town and bombs started falling, so we had to all rush and get the children and animals inside. Err, there were pink chickens running around my feet. We were all safe and under cover (hell yes they were some hardy straw roofs) but then I realised - where is my husband?! He’s not here, oh god, he’s dead, he’s been taken hostage, what’s going down?! I called his mobile. Yes, good thing the enemy wasn’t too… TOO. Second call he picked up and told me had had indeed been taken by (the mysterious enemy) but was irrationally vague and kind of sounded like he had better things to do than explain the situation. I was like, dude, where ARE you? What’s going ON? He was all, Yeah, yeah, yeah, cool man.
Dream three: I was sitting in my little house watching this terrible, REALLY terrible reality television program called, ‘Homebrand: ________”. I cannot stress how homebrand it really was. BUT THEN! The host who… oh my, I think she was my old art teacher, anyway, Mrs D jumped out of the screen and suddenly the show was in my lounge room. I tried asking for advice on interior decoration but she was very unuseful and we got nowhere.
Dream four: I was driving with a friend and we rocked up at Mangrove Mountain reserve only to find it was my birthday party. It was really, really horrible. I freaked out terribly, even in my dream. I’m not sure why, but I panicked hugely that everyone was having a really tedious time and my Mother was there and she hugged me and said, isn’t it great? In response, I started hyperventilating and woke up counting the months till the actual party, catastrophising like a video game.
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