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| a dream of mine |
| 07.19.04 (7:58 am) [edit] |
first off, I apologize for any misleading from yesterday's title. I personally thought of it as racy and funny, seeing that 1) I'm a girl that's 2) NOT having sex and I like having catchy intros if I can.I actually slept through the night last night, and feel much better waking up than I did falling asleep. Today is 'one year' for Aaron and I! :P So here's me dream: (not a goal, but what my imagination thought of in my sleep) The setting was some time in the late 19th or 20th century. Some new guy (who reminded me of Indiana Jones) came to town and was destroying some stuff, I don't know what, but stuff was being broken, but no people were being hurt. It was definitely intimidating, though. Time passed, and I was walking w/ another guy (who was the good guy, who was sort of friends with 'Indiana') and he was carrying a big wooden box- and we were walking near a road, but through the woods- leaving town. I had my arm through this guys arm, and was friendly and talking. Then, we took a little break and opened the box, and 'Indiana' got out of the box and stretched, along w/ my SON, which means I married the guy I was walking w/. I knew that 'cause he was African-American, and 'Indiana' was Anglo. The whole 'Indiana' appearing, and 'that's my son' thing surprised me. I guess that I had liked Indiana, and he had married someone else, and that this guy had liked me, and I liked him, but didn't love him, but we married anyways. . . .So, part of the reason I thought it was in a different time, was that we were hiding from the public, and when people saw us, my husband was an escort, not married to me (racial junk)- so that's probably why we hid our kid, too. And Indiana, being the troublemaker he was, was running out of town. Now that I think of it, I don't know why his wife didn't come with. . . . Sorry if that dream didn't make sense to you, but it seemed very important to me when I woke up, so it seemed like I had to share it. |
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