Well, the dreams are back in full exhausting force 🙄. It was so bad Saturday night that when my alarm dragged me out of the latest dream, I was too tired to get up, so I just turned it off and went back to sleep 😴.
So, what was this weird one about? Here are the bits and pieces I can remember: my childhood friend Shannon and I were working on a project when my ex show’s up with someone in tow, needing to use my desk. It seems the guy who’s with him is observing him work because there have been some issues I guess. The guy starts taking pictures of everything my ex is doing and of my (very messy 😜) desk, which pissed me off 😡. Shannon, in the meantime, had kindly left the room and I can hear her cleaning up in another part of the house (it was either dishes or vacuuming, I can’t remember), while I am trying to get these assholes out of my office. Finally, they leave, and I have to clean the mess they left on my already messy desk (yeah I can’t figure that logic out either 😆). But what I end up doing is dusting these weird balls of dirt off of my desk. And I bet your as confused as I am at this point 😁. Next thing I know Shannon tells me she has to meet up with her twin sister (which she doesn’t have in real life 🤨) And this twin sister is missing an eyeball and wears an eyepatch (why this was a thing in my dream is beyond me), so I agree to go with her after I change my shoes. Now if this dream hasn’t been weird enough already, I grab some shoes and I can actually smell them 😮. Before you get all grossed out, it was more of a smell like they had just been worn, not really overly stinky, but I digress 😁. The point is that I actually smell them. Now I have had moments in dreams where I could feel things as if I was actually touching them, but this is a first for smell. So, I put the shoes on, and we head over to what my mind equated to as Broadway at the Beach (if you’re familiar with Myrtle Beach this may sound familiar). The last thing I remember before the alarm went off was looking down at the wooden docking planks as we walked to a shop called the Mole Hole where we found her, eyepatch and all (my brain was really fixated on the eyepatch for some reason).
And that’s where it ends. The worst part is that I could not remember what the project we were working on was and that it felt important 😒. Hopefully it will come back to me.
That’s my dream tale for today – anyone want to take a stab at what any of it means? Comments are open for those who dare 😁.
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