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sydchick · 7 Oct 2009, 6:17 PM

I almost never dream. But I did have a dream the other night:

I was sitting at a cafe working on my second novel (because, apparently, the first one was a NY Times bestseller, bwhaha) and then all of a sudden a random comes up to me and is trying to hug me and is crying and everything.

Then everyone is hypnotised to sing along to One Crowded Hour by Augie March (I think that is because I had the on repeat the other night) and everyone is singing and then all of a sudden a huge tsunami comes and wipes out the entire street.

I end up in a shopping centre just floating around waiting to be rescued. I talk to some shoppers while I'm floating (I'm floating by holding on to an inflatable Eskimo Joe. Weird, I know) and they are all quite happy to talk and argue while we all wait to be saved.

When I'm saved from a being strangled by an inflatable Eskimo Joe (the other shoppers helped me, lol) I start freaking out that I've lost all my work for my novel and then someone yells 'What this?' and holds up a manuscript. I scream 'yes!' and they glide away on their jet-ski.

And then I woke up. Stupid phone alarm.

7 Oct 2009, 6:17 PM	#61 (permalink)
sydchick Member HSC: N/A Gender: Female Join Date: Sep 2009 Posts: 197 Last Activity: Yesterday, 2:05 PM	Re: Weird dreams.... I almost never dream. But I did have a dream the other night: I was sitting at a cafe working on my second novel (because, apparently, the first one was a NY Times bestseller, bwhaha) and then all of a sudden a random comes up to me and is trying to hug me and is crying and everything. Then everyone is hypnotised to sing along to One Crowded Hour by Augie March (I think that is because I had the on repeat the other night) and everyone is singing and then all of a sudden a huge tsunami comes and wipes out the entire street. I end up in a shopping centre just floating around waiting to be rescued. I talk to some shoppers while I'm floating (I'm floating by holding on to an inflatable Eskimo Joe. Weird, I know) and they are all quite happy to talk and argue while we all wait to be saved. When I'm saved from a being strangled by an inflatable Eskimo Joe (the other shoppers helped me, lol) I start freaking out that I've lost all my work for my novel and then someone yells 'What this?' and holds up a manuscript. I scream 'yes!' and they glide away on their jet-ski. And then I woke up. Stupid phone alarm.