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I normally love my dreams. They are wacky and inexplicable and can't be analyzed (by me anyway) with any kind of normal dream-symbolism. Generally I like it when I can remember a dream. What I don't like about remembering my dreams is when they affect my real life.

During the course of my dream last night, a bunch of my friends rented some kind of beach house, we got trapped there (in a rainstorm?), there may have been some kind of argument about Elmer's Glue and people kept walking in on me in the bathroom. Then at one point in the dream, someone did something that really made me mad.

I am now having trouble convincing myself that it was not their fault that they annoyed me in my dream and that they didn't really do it and that I shouldn't blame them in any way for what happened in a dream. It's completely irrational!


srah - Thursday, 2 December 2004 - 5:25 PM

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Comments (5)

gravatar MaTT - December 3, 2004 - 12:23 AM -

Yikes, can you say what it was?

gravatar srah - December 3, 2004 - 12:56 AM -

Don't think I will...

gravatar Cheryl - December 3, 2004 - 4:21 PM -

Sometimes I confuse reality with TV. Once, I thought Nathan had fed his dog people food and it got sick. So, when he was feeding Rudy ribs, I kept insisting he was going to get his dog sick again. Turns out it was Arthur the Aardvark.

gravatar srah - December 4, 2004 - 11:27 PM -

Dr Johnson, I love you and I want to have your babies.

gravatar alfie - December 4, 2004 - 11:27 PM -


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