Dreams from Last Night

Around one in the morning last night, I started eating a pop-tart and one of my roommates advised against it, citing that it could give me terrible dreams. I disagreed, telling him that I've done it before and hadn't had any bad dreams. But it was too late; the very fact that he said that meant that my subconscious had picked it up and was going to give me bad dreams. Sadly, both he and my subcon - and unfortunately not my hubris - were right and I had bad dreams. 

There were three dreams that I had last night and I don't remember the first one.

The second one was the worst. Both my roommate who told me not to eat sugar so late at night and I were sentenced to life in prison. I was a wreck. I spent most of my dream bawling. I was sentenced to life due to insider stock trading, which was stupid since I don't even know how to do that AND in my dream, I didn't remember the trial at all. Someone just a left a note. But if you're curious as to what prison was like, it wasn't like how it's portrayed in the movies thank God, but it still sucked. It was weird because there were like sixty of us to a cell, but we each had our own cots (thankfully) and also I was allowed to have my cellphone. In addition to this, I was also allowed to leave prison to visit my parents and take walks. But only for the first week. I think that's what was also so terrifying. Just this weird middle ground between total freedom and no freedom. At this point, I should mention that it was really windy all last night and my window was open, and since I'm a light sleeper, I picked up the wind in my dream. At one point in the dream when I was out for a walk, I realized that I had to hurry up and get back to prison and the route I took was very scary. Everything turned to gray and it was windy and there were only two houses out and there was a man outside smoking a pipe telling me about how scary it was to live here. Then, later, I was back home and considered running away to an airport and flying to another country because I saw that someone did it on the news, but then decided that that would be a bad idea because I wouldn't really be living. Then I FINALLY woke up.

It took me nearly an hour to get over that dream before I could fall back asleep again. It was weird because in the dream I kept wanting to tell people about the dream I just had. Funny how that works. ANyway, I was at a party in this dream. And there were a lot of cupcakes, which was really cool. But I wanted to leave. And whenever I implied to my friend that I wanted to leave, she'd act oblivious and talk about how how the party was just starting and how we'd leave soon. 

No more sugar right before bed.