Nap.

I took a nap. I had a dream that it was the day of the seminar and I had a fever and had somehow lost all sense around the mouth area. It was like I'd just come from the dentist's office or something. I was scared because I had to present but I couldn't talk. I actually felt pain in the dream. I woke up under a heavy blanket with my hand over my mouth.

A Lie.

So last night I had a dream that I was going out somewhere downtown with Richie. I had to get there somehow so I lied to my dad and told him to drop me off there. He dropped me off and then left. So then Richie and I were just... in some weird room... and he said: "Hey you wanna go to this nine knives concert? They're pretty awesome."
"Oh... alright. Why not?"
So somehow we were suddenly transported into this other room where this man who resembled -- or might as well have been-- Jim Carrey stood. He in fact had nine knives... but they were floating in the air. He controlled them with the mere movement of his eyes. He started haphazardly making the daggers fly around and it was starting to freak me out a little bit. Then he brought the knife to Richie's chest and I started getting even more nervous... Richie kept telling me not to worry... that the guy knew what he was doing, but I couldn't relax. Then the knives suddenly came towards me and I just ran out.
I somehow ended up in some dark, lonely alley and there was garbage up to my knees on the streets. I just kept running until I didn't really know where the hell I was. My dad called me and said he was gonna pick me up. He told me to meet him at the door of where he had dropped me off. My only problem was I had no idea how to get to that door. I was completely fucking lost and I couldn't tell him because I knew he'd freak if he knew the truth. I knew he'd be angry if he'd found out I'd lied to him.

An empty car.

So.. I haven't updated in a million years. I was on Mika's blog and I saw she had a dream blog! I didn't even know. But yeah.. it kinda inspired me to get this thing going again. Sadly Instantiable has left the blog world-- You're greatly missed mister!-- so I guess I shall be updating this alone now.

So lately I've been having very vivid dreams. They've also mostly been twisted and scary and I guess if you wanted to, you could call them nightmares. So yeah... the other night I had a dream that my mom came to pick my and a couple of other friends up from school... So we all go outside the school where her car is parked. The catch is the car is empty... and the door is open. so we assume she came to look for us and sit in the car waiting. I kept calling her on her cellphone but it just kept ringing and ringing. Nobody was picking up. After a while we start getting worried and since the area we're parking at is high traffic we start driving around in circles, waiting for her to come. We wait for a while, but she never comes. Then I somehow end up at home, with my dad and brother. I'm still trying to get in touch with her but her phone won't pick up. Then finally, her phone picks up but on the other line it's the voice of a man. At this point I'm freaked out as hell and my voice is shaky. I ask him where my mother is and he says "right here." Then he starts to mumble things such as : "This one sounds like a good catch too..." or "I'm coming for you too," under his breath. I felt so disgusted and helpless in the dream. I wanted to smash the phone, but I just kept asking, "Who are you? Where's she?"

Then I kept trying to tell my dad and brother about the whole situation but no one was taking me seriously.

I woke up feeling quite shitty.

Mahalo,
Sahar.