I have the most random dreams. Sometimes I can see why I dream about certain things (work, school, friends), but often times the dreams as a whole make no sense. They're more like movie scenes I guess. Although, I'm always trying to interpret them if possibly any of them can be connected to my real life.
[A dream this past weekend.]
"You're going the wrong way," I said. "You need to turn around."
My aunt and cousin were taking me home, but for some reason I needed to go somewhere else. We were in Las Vegas.
"What's the street?" My aunt asked.
"It's Fremont. It should be a few stoplights down. Just drop me off here."
All of a sudden it was nighttime. There were a lot of lights shining; hotel buildings and streetlights. I kept walking.
"Did I pass it?" I thought. I didn't see Fremont Street.
I walked into a hotel to their front desk. The male receptionist told me Fremont was just around the corner. He directed me around with arm motions and I followed.
I have no idea why I needed to go to Fremont Street, nor do I know my specific destination in this dream.
I walked out the hotel into the direction he explained, but I ended up walking to the pool area that led me to the end of a gate. I couldn't get out. I turned around to walk back into the hotel.
I was now at another part of the hotel. It felt like a completely different one. As I walked to the desk. Another male clerk helped me. His outfit was sparkly as was everything around him. (That's Vegas for you!)
"I know where Fremont is," a familiar voice interrupted. I turned around. "I can show you."
It was an old friend. (I haven't spoken to him in real life in over a year. He hates me, maybe not hate, but he doesn't like me anymore. At least that's how I feel. I miss him. I'll name him "Micheal.")
We walked out of the hotel together into the darker night. We kept walking and walking.
"Did we past it? I don't see it?"
"I'll ask for help," Michael said. He flagged down a car. I waited on top of a grassy hillside next to a building. He ran up and pointed that it was that way.
"Are you sure?" I was worried. The car's headlights blackened, then it was gone. The lights disappeared in the city too. We began to walk closer together. White cloudy air began to swirl around us and ancient, giant trees appeared in the foreground and as if we were walking into to a forest. Maybe a swamp, or a cemetery.
"HEY!" a man yelled. He began to chase after us. He was huge like a hunchback. His hair was long, brown and straggly to his shoulders. He wore a grayish shirt and jeans.
He scared the hell out of us. Michael grabbed my hand and we ran as fast as we could. Just like those dreams where you run and run and run. Well, we did just that. There was no ending. The man ran closer each time trying to grab one of us.
That same hotel where I asked for directions was our rescue. Behind the smokey air, scary trees and in black night, there it was. We ran inside. We breathed hard and looked behind us. The man was gone. The male clerk (I believe the same sparkly one) stared at us.
I woke up.
[A dream this past weekend.]
"You're going the wrong way," I said. "You need to turn around."
My aunt and cousin were taking me home, but for some reason I needed to go somewhere else. We were in Las Vegas.
"What's the street?" My aunt asked.
"It's Fremont. It should be a few stoplights down. Just drop me off here."
All of a sudden it was nighttime. There were a lot of lights shining; hotel buildings and streetlights. I kept walking.
"Did I pass it?" I thought. I didn't see Fremont Street.
I walked into a hotel to their front desk. The male receptionist told me Fremont was just around the corner. He directed me around with arm motions and I followed.
I have no idea why I needed to go to Fremont Street, nor do I know my specific destination in this dream.
I walked out the hotel into the direction he explained, but I ended up walking to the pool area that led me to the end of a gate. I couldn't get out. I turned around to walk back into the hotel.
I was now at another part of the hotel. It felt like a completely different one. As I walked to the desk. Another male clerk helped me. His outfit was sparkly as was everything around him. (That's Vegas for you!)
"I know where Fremont is," a familiar voice interrupted. I turned around. "I can show you."
It was an old friend. (I haven't spoken to him in real life in over a year. He hates me, maybe not hate, but he doesn't like me anymore. At least that's how I feel. I miss him. I'll name him "Micheal.")
We walked out of the hotel together into the darker night. We kept walking and walking.
"Did we past it? I don't see it?"
"I'll ask for help," Michael said. He flagged down a car. I waited on top of a grassy hillside next to a building. He ran up and pointed that it was that way.
"Are you sure?" I was worried. The car's headlights blackened, then it was gone. The lights disappeared in the city too. We began to walk closer together. White cloudy air began to swirl around us and ancient, giant trees appeared in the foreground and as if we were walking into to a forest. Maybe a swamp, or a cemetery.
"HEY!" a man yelled. He began to chase after us. He was huge like a hunchback. His hair was long, brown and straggly to his shoulders. He wore a grayish shirt and jeans.
He scared the hell out of us. Michael grabbed my hand and we ran as fast as we could. Just like those dreams where you run and run and run. Well, we did just that. There was no ending. The man ran closer each time trying to grab one of us.
That same hotel where I asked for directions was our rescue. Behind the smokey air, scary trees and in black night, there it was. We ran inside. We breathed hard and looked behind us. The man was gone. The male clerk (I believe the same sparkly one) stared at us.
I woke up.
- Aw, I miss "Michael."
- I need to make another trip to Vegas.
- I need to improve my sense of direction!
from One of the Boys
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