I had the weirdest fucking dream last night.
My dream was some kind of synthesis of The Wizard of Oz and a climb up Mount Everest. My brother and I were supposed to climb this gigantic mountain, which was covered in vines and trees, to battle the Wicked Witch of the West. Except there was another level to the dream, which was that the battle was by choice and that engaging the Witch would lead to certain death.
I spent the majority of the dream climbing back and forth up this giant mountain and trying to convince my brother that it was a bad idea to fight the Witch.
The other details are hazy, but I think there were also some flying monkeys (a la The Wizard) and a bunch of other children involved in the epic battle against the Wicked Witch.
My first thought this morning was, "Where the fuck did that come from?"
My dream was some kind of synthesis of The Wizard of Oz and a climb up Mount Everest. My brother and I were supposed to climb this gigantic mountain, which was covered in vines and trees, to battle the Wicked Witch of the West. Except there was another level to the dream, which was that the battle was by choice and that engaging the Witch would lead to certain death.
I spent the majority of the dream climbing back and forth up this giant mountain and trying to convince my brother that it was a bad idea to fight the Witch.
The other details are hazy, but I think there were also some flying monkeys (a la The Wizard) and a bunch of other children involved in the epic battle against the Wicked Witch.
My first thought this morning was, "Where the fuck did that come from?"
it's just taking soooo incredibly long for these things that i want to happen to happen... all in due time i suppose...
have a wonderful day...i'm off to the grind..