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.