Posted by Loralie at d150-51-195.home.cgocable.net on February 05, 2002 at 00:21:26:
In Reply to: Kevin Smith-aphobia posted by Yer A Cigarette on February 04, 2002 at 23:58:00:
sometimes you get up in the morning and have to laugh about how wierd the situation in the dream actually was. I really wonder how some doctors can think that dreams are the manifestation of guilt, or somehow related to our thoughts during the day. I suppose that it's just a fear of the unknown, and the security that we find in having everything "figured out". Anyway, I thought that I'd share this dream I had a few days ago: Jason Mewes was in my aunt's kitchen, and I told him that he had to hide in my bedroom or else my aunt would make him go home (I'm twenty three and live in my own home so I don't know where that came from), and so I take him in my bedroom and I'm trying to make sure that my aunt doesn't find out when she knocks at the door and says "goodboy(who looked like that big guy from the green mile) left and said he was going to put the blondie to his head". For some reason, in the dream I knew that it meant he was going to try and kill himself, so I told Jason (who was a friend of his in the dream), and he ran out screaming that it was all my fault. I tried to catch up to him (on a tiny little bike that came out of nowhere. Seriously, it was like one of those bikes that the clowns ride in the circus!!), and when he realized that I was trying to catch up to him he ran back towards me and started waving his arms around like a mad man. Then ( yes, I'm almost through) my family drove up (about ten of them in a black firebird) and I tried to pretend like nothing was happening so that they wouldn't hate him. When he was done having his fit he gave me a big hug. That was the end of the dream. I wonder what all those dream books would say about that:) Take care everyone.