Ever have a night of dreaming where you wake up the next morning wondering “WTF”? That was last night. I had a dream that seemed to last most of the night and had me wondering what I ate last night.
There was quiet a cast of characters. We had an aunt, uncle, their two sons, my parents, a friend who was a combination of two real friends, Je’Amour, Jenn, Jason, Ry, Pavel, the lead guy from the Mentalist, Pavel and my two cats. Paris played a major part in it, as did the Catholic church, time travel, Burger King, coffee houses, coffee, pie, books, and being late. There was attempted rape, me ramming an empty parked car, misplacing my car repeatedly, getting lost, dressing as clergy, secret societies, secret passages, a coast that has been in my dreams before and the ocean.
Some of it I get, most of it makes me wonder if there was acid in my chinese last night. This was one of those dreams that just kept going. Every time I woke up I was back in it.
Have you ever have dreams like that? What are your thoughts on it?
Peace and blessings my dears!