Given that I have trouble sleeping in general, the fact that I actually stayed asleep long enough to dream (much less remember it so vividly) makes the experience quite fascinating for me.
My brudder had a 14 year old stalker who was obsessed with meeting him and insisted that she was his significant other. It was only odd because - in my dream, my brudder refused to meet and face her, saying - he didn't know who this person was.
Turns out - she liked the photos he took, happened to read a poem from litratula.com with a picture that my brother had taken and somehow felt she and my bro were "connected".
As dreams go - nothing has to make sense. (is life supposed to be this way too?)
I spoke to her and asked HOW she and my brother met, which is why I know their "history". This detail is especially noteworthy because I am not the type to pry and have never been one to be the 'next in line to Boy Abunda' when it comes to interviewing for personal info.
In the next sequence...I was standing by the gate of some house, with this girl (the one who is supposedly my brudder's significant other) while she waited for her car to fetch her - we were apparently waiting up for a red escort. (do those cars even still ply the roads these days???)
I never found out if the car arrived. I woke up with a start and a thought running in my head that went - oooooooooooookay, it was about time I snapped out of THAT.
After a few more minutes something DID make sense.
It's a Monday.
'Nuff said.
where'smycoffee?
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