I am currently posting on my phone, so bored, in a car.
I had a really awkward current of different flashes of dreams last night. I don't know what it was but it happened and I was very much weirded out. I haven't had a good dream in a while and a couple were good. I read something where it said a normal person has about 40,000 dreams a night and you're lucky to remember at least 4. I remembered a couple, which were the weird once. All of them had the same person but different formats and locations, then people I hadn't seen in years, my dead dog Bosco was like Zero is to Jack. He was there around with me the whole time. Then it was just falling through holes, like ditches with sticky web stuff that felt like weed vines you feel while swimming in a lake. Then I was in the ocean because I felt something pulling at my ankles and it was just yellow seaweed that was licking my leg, which then turned into Bosco who was trying to tell me something. I then somehow ended up watching the sun set to earth while I was sitting on a raft in space.
I can't take these dreams, they get me so off. They come to me at the randomest times in my life. When I was little every October for at least three years I'd have the same nightmare where I was at my old house locked in my first bathroom down the hall, but it had a paper towel dispenser and it had a black light but it was light outside. I can see in the mirror there was a lady standing in the bathtub behind me, watching every move I made and made sure I didn't ask my mom to help me. Every now and then my mom would knock on the door to ask if I was okay and every time I'd cry because I'd want to tell her no but I always said yes.
Story of my life.
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