ferrara

Just woke up from the most peculiar dream ever. It was set in the 1950s at a carnival, I was with an old friend of mine from high school that I have not seen in the longest time; and it being the 1950s we decided that the jumbo farris wheel looked like a great ride to try out. Well as we got the ride and reached the top our chair began to break and we were caught at the very top of this ginormous farris wheel and I was holding on by only a simple string and my friend was teetering on the edge of the seat which looked as though it was about to fall; it was extremely frightening and then I started to lose my clothes (no it didn't turn into a sexy dream... unfortunatly) , so there I was holding on for dear life on top of a huge farris wheel only thing holding me from the infinate plunge was a piece of string. It felt like we were up there forever, me hanging there half naked now by a string, I did manage to make it back to the ground safely and when I did my clothes were all on again. I must have some of the most fucked up dreams, and I have no idea where the idea's derive from, which is the precise reason dreams intrigue me so much, I"m fasinated about their hidden messages that your subconscience is trying to tell you. They are metaphorical images projecting what you are experiencing in your reality, they can be great learning tools, and slightly disturbing at the same time.