Waste of Time

I’ve had some wacky dreams lately.

In one dream I was on a beach. This beach had nice sand and wasn’t crowded. The water was a perfect temperature. The weird thing was that there was a segregation between the rich man’s side and the poor man’s side. The poor man’s side had lower quality sand with sticks and other stuff in it. The rich man’s side was groomed, places to put your towel were marked out with white lines and the area inside was raised. There were big buff guards in swim shorts walking around to make sure poor people didn’t come over. So I (being a poor person) ran over, made a ruckus by kicking the towel areas around and messing up the lines. So two of the guards started chasing me. I ended up running into the water and was starting to lose them. Then I decided to dive and continue the chase by swimming. Bad move. One of them caught me. The funny thing was, one of the guards was in a wheel chair. AND he wheeled after me INTO the water and caught me when I started swimming. I was really confused. Can’t remember what happened after that.

In another dream (which was hatched last night), I was with my boyfriend, Josh at my Grandmother’s house. Only, it wasn’t her house. It was a little trailer on some very green grass. The neighbors also had a trailer but theirs had a little covered deck in the back. Josh and I tried playing baseball, but as I’m not a good thrower/catcher/batter, Josh was bored. So he went over to ask the neighbors (who had 3-4 boys) if they wanted to play baseball. They said “Sure, but can she (being me) throw decently?” So I threw the ball and it turned out to be a girly throw. In the end, the boys enjoyed themselves playing baseball and I went back to my grandmother’s house and cleaned out the basement. I felt a little dejected.

How does your brain come up with these scenarios?

Weirdness.

~ by Leah on July 5, 2008.