Here is the low down on the events that took place last night in my sleep:
I was kidnapped by these three guys, not all of them wanted to kill me though, just one, it was a revenge kill. We were in this beautiful house, we being me Natalie and Sarah, and of course the killer and friends... This killer first off was trying to drown me. A few failed attempts but I always only escaped by the skin of my neck, first attempt was in a Jacuzzi tub, and second in a pond that had a remote control cover he tried to close on me when I was tied to the bottom. Finally after what seemed like HOURS the police showed up to take this bastard down, I remember the relief I felt in that moment of the dream so vividly. Finally as the cops break into the house I remember all this commotion happening, there was a struggle between the PoPo and this psycho freak, so how did I die..? He grabbed a box of STAPLES a flimsy little cardboard box full of these staples that were all facing upward and he shoved this box into my neck with all his force. Killed me. Dead. I woke up in a sweat so upset slightly winded from the mash-up of ridiculous events that didn't really take place. Curious and pretty stoked that I actually died in my dream.
But what does it all mean???
So naturally I turned to my favorite source of all things dream:
According to the "experts" this is broken down into meaning a few things.
Being Killed: This means I'm going through a HUGE change in my life and that I'm avoiding the emotions that are attached to a significant relationship that has been severed or lost
Surviving Drowning: A relationship that is under stress will survive the turmoil but that I'm being haunted by repressed issues and I'm overwhelmed by emotions
Staples: My life is a disorganized mess...
Mansion: The potential I have for success and growth
I had a busy night to say the least and CLEARLY I need to sort some life stuff out....
Ta Ta bitches, hope your rest was more peaceful then mine.
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