What We're Reading:

G&B: Apologies to Sting

It's been a blast, folks. The Worlds Most Popular Podcast is signing off. Truth to be told, there's not enough hours in the day for ...

Saturday, August 14, 2010

dead baby dreams..

You know how sometimes I post my dreams? Well, this time I'm just going to tell you about a whole bunch of them but not get into detail. I've had a few good ones in the past few weeks thought I wanted to share. Well, not really share, but to let you know that they're kinda freaking me out.

Thursday I had one where I found a dead baby on the side of our house and when I called the cops, they refused to come. Few days before that I had a really mixed up one where I was in this laundry basket. Trapped. No where to go and people were taking me everywhere. Random people would pick me up and take me somewhere. Drop me off and then another person would come and pick me up and take me to another place. Crazy, right? How about the one I had a few weeks ago when I had a dream it was a storm and I was running down the highway.

I have no idea what these dreams mean. I usually dissect them, but I'm tired of thinking too much about my inner voice. It scares me, sometimes. I don't really want to know what I'm actually thinking. You know. What my third eye is pondering. I just leave them alone and think of them as crazy late night stories to tell friends around the camp fire. That baby one is a beaut.