One of the wierdest dreams I've ever had was a couple months ago...
I dreamed that I was hanging out with a bunch of friends that I hadn't seen in a while in some sort of room and we were all talking about stuff and for no reason I just stood up and left ( without even sayin' goodbye ) and when I opened the door and walked out, I was in New York or something ( I live in southern California ) . It was dark outside; it was either night or really early in the morning. I just started running...well, more like jogging...and I was passing other people who were jogging...I was in a race! ( I never run )
So, now I was in some sort of crazy dangerous marathon because I'm running down a bridge while cars zoom right past me; I almost got hit a couple times! So, as I'm running, I find a couple more friends that I haven't seen since high school. We say a few things to each other and then I start running faster, again...Apparently, they weren't happy about that and they tried to run faster than me but they couldn't.
Then, I noticed everyone running into a room. "What the hell?" I thought. "The bridge just leads to a brick wall with a door in the middle? Where were those cars coming from, earlier?"
I runthrough the doorand it looks like I'm in somehallway that would be at some sports arena or something. There's people with cameras and towels and water bottles, cheering or something...then after a certain point, all of us 'runners' just stop and walk into different directions...like the race was over or something...
I walk into a room and all of my friends are sitting in there talking...it was the same room that I was in at the beggining of the dream...but in a completely new location! So, I sit down and start talking or just listening, really. Then someone opens the door and says to me "Mr ( whoever ) would like to speak to you." I never quite made out the name.
So, I get up off of the bean-bag chair I'm sitting on and walk out to talk to whoever it was. His office wasn't really an office. He was just sitting at a desk in the middle of some sort of waiting room or something; people were constantly walking by. I look at the guy and it's my old high school counselor ( I hated that guy ).
"David, have a seat." He said. I sat in a chair that was right beside his desk. " Alright, what?" I asked. He looked me in the eyes and said " Where is the map, David?"
"...The map?" I asked. "...What map?"
"Now is not the time to play with me, David!" He said.
"Dude, I have no 'i-friggin-dea' what you're talking about. Map? Map; what are you talkin'?" I was so confused.
He opened up his desk and pulled something out. "David, what do you see when you look at this?" He tossed it at me and I caught it. It was a friggin' blonde ponytail cut from someone's hair!
I said "I see this conversation ending pretty damn fast!"
"Honestly, what do you see?" He asked.
I looked at it and said "I...I dunno...it looks like...you know...when old ( native-american )indians woulds like scalp someone...well, no...I guess it would still have some skin on it or something, huh?"
I looked blankly at my and just slightly nodded. That's when I woke up.
:lol: That dream made absolutely no sense to me! It's so bizzare. That was one of the wierdest dreams I've ever had.
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