I fear that I've now set up this standard that I have to keep. The day I forget any dreams I had, oh boy, there goes all my credibility! Last night was a bit fuzzy.
Dream 1: This one's really rough. I remember being on some sort of mission with Jacob D. We were in a large building, there was an elevator, then we were in a village, then we were in an apartment or a dormitory. I let him walk a bit ahead, and I found a friend that I don't remember who. I told her that the mission was actually for me to kill Jacob, he was my target. I thought I had whispered it quietly enough for him not to hear, but maybe not. We walk into a room, and I think I pick up or pull out a knife. He knows, and I think he tries to kill me. Ultimately nobody's killed, or even injured, and I wake up.
Dream 2: A little bit less rough, but nonetheless a bit fucked up. I was outside the middle school I had attended cutting the grass with blades on my shoes. Like, small blades sticking out of my shoes. One fell out and I couldn't figure out how to stick it back in without it being vertical. It started raining pretty heavily, and I thought to myself, "I would continue doing this if I wasn't in prison." Like, I think I enjoyed it a bit, but because I was doing it for some other reason, I decided no, I'm done. I went inside to some room, some bedroom. Patrick Z and Greg S were in there. There was a bed, and on the bed were, like, ribs, or barbecue chicken or something. They were eating some, or at least there were some bones. I said to them the exact quote from Carl Weathers in Arrested Development, which I'll probably get incorrectly here, "There's still some meat on that bone! Toss that in some water, boil it, you got yourself a stew goin!" I look back on the bed and there's just barbecue sauce all over the sheets. I put another blanket on that almost covers it.
Yeah, dreams were a bit skimpy last night. But on a side note, very shortly after I fell asleep, I inhaled saliva and was forcefully awoken in a terrible coughing fit. Didn't wake up my roommate, though.
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