Dreams are so wierd.  My friend Jesi and I were discussing this the other day.  Ever since I can remember, I’ve had the strangest dreams; hazy, confused visions which leave me feeling odd upon waking up. 

When I was 5, I dreamt of being approached by a boy my own age who asked me to smell chili peppers.  He held out his hand; I sniffed, and  inhaled  what felt like fire.  My nose burned horribly.  This dream happened over and over again.

Dream #2:  Falling down a flight of stairs; always backwards.   I developed a phobia of stairs.  It got so bad my mother had to put black tar stuff on the bottom of my shoes so they had extra traction. 

And it’s been the same ever since.  Falling, being chased, shot at, and confused situations in general.

I dreamt of being in my ex-boyfriends room, and a group of people sat in chairs, forming a circle.  My grandmother was the only person I could remember being in the room.  The dream was interrupted by mother, who woke me up to tell me my grandmother was admitted to the hospital in the middle of the night.

Every serious relationship I’ve been in, I’ve had a bizarre dream within the first month of dating, with my boyfriend laying down next to me, saying the whole thing wasnt gonna work out.  Horrible.

Last night, I kicked it with Paris Hilton.  She was a bitch though.


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  1. Xlloe says:

    I’ve had some odd dreams myself… but they usually make no sense. I wish mine were as simple as sniffing peppers I don’t think you have to worry too much about falling down a flight of stairs. Dreams are supposed to be your unconscious self sorting out your problems. Perhaps you’re afraid of something else? Letting go? I dunno. And then there are those who say your dreams are messages from your future you or from wherever. Don’t know that I buy into that one. I haven’t met any aliens as of yet

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