This morning I had one of the freakiest dreams I’ve ever had. It started with loads of us in some building where we all had to sit, this lass who was young but old at the same time (fuck knows how) kept harassing me and coming on to me. Later I was walking through some backstreets which my brain told me that were in Bradford. I startled an old asian woman who ran away, then a small bike/car thing came at me which I jumped over, it crashed and killed the driver. Then a van with very thin wheels came at me and I dodged it but the old woman who ran from me before fell in the way of the van and her legs were severed. Then someone shot me in the leg and I woke up.
If dreams are sorting out things that you’ve done in the day I want to know when I did anything remotely like this shit!
Posted on Tue, 25 April 2006 at 15:02