The day before yesterday, I decided I felt like my subconscious processing queue was full, and took a few days off. Last night, as per the norm when taking a break, I had multiple dreams. Again, the theme has seemed to change again.
One dream was a horror dream, literally - I was planning on watching all the Nightmare on Elmstreets (for some reason). I found out there was one I'd missed, because it was pulled before it's theatrical release 20 years ago, but now was available to watch as a bootleg. Next thing I know, I'm running through a forest at night, with some other guys, and we're all looking over our shoulders, like we're being chased by something unseen. Then the guy running in front of me was gunned down from behind. I was spared.
In another dream, I was in some sort of vacation rental. For reasons I don't understand, I was in it with some latinos and a latina. The latina offered herself to me. She looked good at first, but as her clothes revealed more skin, I found myself repulsed. Even though I turned her down, she was still very much friendly to me. Then the two latino guys were going through my closet. They found a horrible metallic pair of pants that glittered and went nuts over it. I hated it, and told them to take it, which made them deliriously happy. WTF?
When I woke up this morning, I was tired, moody, and feeling down. Went to the gym, which helped a little. Still feeling pretty "blah."
One dream was a horror dream, literally - I was planning on watching all the Nightmare on Elmstreets (for some reason). I found out there was one I'd missed, because it was pulled before it's theatrical release 20 years ago, but now was available to watch as a bootleg. Next thing I know, I'm running through a forest at night, with some other guys, and we're all looking over our shoulders, like we're being chased by something unseen. Then the guy running in front of me was gunned down from behind. I was spared.
In another dream, I was in some sort of vacation rental. For reasons I don't understand, I was in it with some latinos and a latina. The latina offered herself to me. She looked good at first, but as her clothes revealed more skin, I found myself repulsed. Even though I turned her down, she was still very much friendly to me. Then the two latino guys were going through my closet. They found a horrible metallic pair of pants that glittered and went nuts over it. I hated it, and told them to take it, which made them deliriously happy. WTF?
When I woke up this morning, I was tired, moody, and feeling down. Went to the gym, which helped a little. Still feeling pretty "blah."
