Last night I had one of those really horrible dreams where you lose your little sister. We were in this like water park house of fun maze type thing, and we kept talking to people. Then we had to get out and I was running, she was along side me (or so I thought). Then when I got to the exit and held the door open for her she didn't come through. And I got into a huge panic and went running back against the crowd (also trying to get out) to find her. I got so far, and then a lifeguard stopped me and told me I had to get out cause they were closing, and that he was sure my sister would probably be already out. I went mental. But he restrained me and chucked me out. I was crying my eyes out cause i'd lost her, and then there was this big ceremony thing in like an outdoor audotorium. I sat there, silently crying, when in the back ground I saw my sister carrying a small child down a hill towards me. I was so happy. At this point I did not find it strange that my sister had morphed into Mandy Richardson from Hollyoaks.
That's nothing in the wierd stakes compared to the dream I had the night before. I got on the wrong bus in Birmingham to go to a school I didn't even go to, and ended up in Bournemouth (which was an island) - on a bike! I couldn't get back to the mainland to get home with my bike. They wouldn't let me on the ferry. Then I bumped into Matt - a friend from uni who came from Bournemouth and who was riding a bmx. He tried to help me get across but they just wouldn't let me with my bike. So then I found this Brummie guy who had just picked up his little girl from school and had to get back to Birmingham also. He said I could just take the A45 straight there. So I stole a car (that was actually my Moms Saab) and me, Matt, this guy and his little girl all smoked cigarettes and cruised home. I have no idea what happened to my bike.
I do ♥ dreams xXx
That's nothing in the wierd stakes compared to the dream I had the night before. I got on the wrong bus in Birmingham to go to a school I didn't even go to, and ended up in Bournemouth (which was an island) - on a bike! I couldn't get back to the mainland to get home with my bike. They wouldn't let me on the ferry. Then I bumped into Matt - a friend from uni who came from Bournemouth and who was riding a bmx. He tried to help me get across but they just wouldn't let me with my bike. So then I found this Brummie guy who had just picked up his little girl from school and had to get back to Birmingham also. He said I could just take the A45 straight there. So I stole a car (that was actually my Moms Saab) and me, Matt, this guy and his little girl all smoked cigarettes and cruised home. I have no idea what happened to my bike.
I do ♥ dreams xXx
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I've got sod all money anyway. The car is costing 230. Bah
I like your clich statement! I'm going to try it on my mum next time!