Dreams

I have some of the weirdest dreams in the world.

I took a nap today after getting an entire section on monopoly wrong today, and boy, were my dreams odd. It's not the first time I've had the same dream, but it was more like a continuation. Frankly my dreams are so odd and so fantastical I can sell the ideas to the Wachowski brothers!! I'm always highly skilled in my dreams, and in this particular one I was able to do virtually anything. My nap was too short for me to explore a little with my powers but I was agile and brilliant and etc, with all the attributes of the typical Hollywood Heroine. And so the story was I was working undercover with several other friends (none of them from real life) in this house for God knows why, and it was time to leave. Before this scene was something else. We'd taken over a prison bus or something and were sitting at the back talking and laughing. I looked like me, but I think I was a guy? I don't know, or something in the middle. I received a message from headquarters saying there would be three tries to exit and suddenly I remember a previous dream, in which our escape was thwarted and I died in an explosion. So I was very nervous and I think my whole body tensed up during my sleep and I hurriedly ran around the house packing my things. I of course could do things that I can't do in real life like jump over the sofa, fly here and there (yea, a little like Lady Croft) haha!!! Before I left there was this girl who spotted me and she asked me not to go but of course I had to. Now the thing about this girl is I can't tell what our relationship was. Was she my friend? Or egads! Was she my lover? OMG! WEIRD DREAMS!!! Anyhow I left the place anyway with my luggage and saw my ship at the carpark (yes it was a spaceship, something that resembles what the X-men would take) and I stuffed my things onto it. I didn't have time to jump in because the ship had to go get my brothers and anyway it was only the first trial. And then I woke up.

When I wake up I'd be so stiffed with nerves and covered in sweat that I think it would have been better and more relaxing without the nap. I guess it might be because of the nearing exams, because if my memory does not fail me I had dreams of my own death in secondary school. But then death in my dreams (unless it's of other people and not me) are never unhappy affairs. In fact I manage to fly around after my death, down to Hell to rescue my friends and then up to earth again, and then life does not seem so desirable after all.