I didn't write down this dream but I remember the gist of it as it was pretty funny and out-there...
I was promoted, big time. I took over my boss's boss's job, it was crazy and the responsibility was intimidating.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
$90 Gift Certificate - 7/21/2011
People Present: Weston, Adam, Emily, Cayce
Once again it was me, Weston, Adam and Emily. It seems like we were playing some sort of gig. Then I was alone all of a sudden, running in a mall when Emily grabbed me and pulled me into Urban Outfitters. She gave me a $90 gift certificate but for some reason I couldn't find anything to buy (which is very odd). Then Cayce and Weston showed up. I was trying on some horrendous shoes that were heeled crocs. Weston tried them on too, we all laughed.
Then the store was packed with people, most of them were extremely annoying and 5 of them were wearing matching crop-top t-shirts - I think they were yellow. Then the mall was a wooden building with little wooden rooms - like most dreams of mine - and we were all trying to get out.
All of a sudden we were driving down a dirt road and passed a grassy road on our left. It felt dangerous so we went straight. I don't remember much more, I was too distracted when I regained consciousness.
Once again it was me, Weston, Adam and Emily. It seems like we were playing some sort of gig. Then I was alone all of a sudden, running in a mall when Emily grabbed me and pulled me into Urban Outfitters. She gave me a $90 gift certificate but for some reason I couldn't find anything to buy (which is very odd). Then Cayce and Weston showed up. I was trying on some horrendous shoes that were heeled crocs. Weston tried them on too, we all laughed.
Then the store was packed with people, most of them were extremely annoying and 5 of them were wearing matching crop-top t-shirts - I think they were yellow. Then the mall was a wooden building with little wooden rooms - like most dreams of mine - and we were all trying to get out.
All of a sudden we were driving down a dirt road and passed a grassy road on our left. It felt dangerous so we went straight. I don't remember much more, I was too distracted when I regained consciousness.
First Entry - 7/20/2011
The following blog is the way that I described my dream, immediately after I woke up so the story jumps back and forth alot, very similarly to the way the dream actually played out in my mind.
The people present in the dream were Me, my boyfriend Weston, our good friends Adam and Emily, my boss Kathy, and my Mom.
We were all headed somewhere special, somewhere we thought was important. My boss kept trying to park in a non-parking spot. I was barefoot and and there was glass on the ground, brown and broken glass. The food was good, unhealthy but good, it was a popular joint. On our way out it seemed like it was 21st Street in Hillsboro Village but in East Nashville.
A man walked in front of the car in front of me and asked for something, when he didn't get what he asked for he shot the man in the car in front of me. I leaned back in my seat and tried to speed off and run over the shooter but my car was never in the right gear so I was slowly trying to run over an armed lunatic. Needless to say, I was terrified at this moment but I finally got away and told a police office at Toomer's Corner, the cop didn't care.
Then Weston and I pulled over the car to trade pants, it felt scary and dangerous and we were trying to hurry.
I also kept moving stuff around onstage, I had too much junk onstage because I was getting all the extra crap from this bar/lake house type of building. Mom was helping me.
We kept getting out of line at the restaurant.
When we played, everyone listened.
The last thing that happened was the man getting killed and Weston and I changing/trading pants on the side of a creepy, wooded road. We also kept misplacing our stuff and had to go back and forth.
I met the lady at work who parks behind me.
Woke up all delusional about the time, I think the journal threw me off.
People were impressed that I was barefoot on brown broken glass but I didn't seem to care at all.
Adam and Emily were there, so was Kathy, Mom, and Weston and 2 people who I don't know but they wanted to be my friend, all the girls did, it was odd.
The people present in the dream were Me, my boyfriend Weston, our good friends Adam and Emily, my boss Kathy, and my Mom.
We were all headed somewhere special, somewhere we thought was important. My boss kept trying to park in a non-parking spot. I was barefoot and and there was glass on the ground, brown and broken glass. The food was good, unhealthy but good, it was a popular joint. On our way out it seemed like it was 21st Street in Hillsboro Village but in East Nashville.
A man walked in front of the car in front of me and asked for something, when he didn't get what he asked for he shot the man in the car in front of me. I leaned back in my seat and tried to speed off and run over the shooter but my car was never in the right gear so I was slowly trying to run over an armed lunatic. Needless to say, I was terrified at this moment but I finally got away and told a police office at Toomer's Corner, the cop didn't care.
Then Weston and I pulled over the car to trade pants, it felt scary and dangerous and we were trying to hurry.
I also kept moving stuff around onstage, I had too much junk onstage because I was getting all the extra crap from this bar/lake house type of building. Mom was helping me.
We kept getting out of line at the restaurant.
When we played, everyone listened.
The last thing that happened was the man getting killed and Weston and I changing/trading pants on the side of a creepy, wooded road. We also kept misplacing our stuff and had to go back and forth.
I met the lady at work who parks behind me.
Woke up all delusional about the time, I think the journal threw me off.
People were impressed that I was barefoot on brown broken glass but I didn't seem to care at all.
Adam and Emily were there, so was Kathy, Mom, and Weston and 2 people who I don't know but they wanted to be my friend, all the girls did, it was odd.
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