August 5th, 2009

weird. ass. dreams last night.

sognare:

so, the first one was like… i was driving to visit friends or something, and it was nighttime. and then i guess i picked up some people? it was like 4, and in the group was this girl i went to high school with. and jsyk, i hated this girl in high school. i still do. she’s a dumb bitch who thinks she’s better than anyone and is super judgemental and RUDE. ugh i just hate her.

well, turns out i hated her in the dream too, hah. i guess i had a new car (my current car is a 1990 toyotta corolla. that’s right, as old as me, but i love her) and so i was really excited and wanted to drive. but somehow she was driving, and being a total bitch about it. and i was like, “uhm, it’s my car, can i drive it please? no, why the fuck am i asking you. it’s my car, move.”

and she wouldn’t! anyway that’s all i remember. and i woke up thinking, “wow, i even hate that bitch in my dreams!” haha. weird.

second dream… even weirder. if you like seth meyers/SNL, i encourage reading this one, haha.

so i guess i was hanging out with friends? and then ricky (if you don’t know who ricky is, i wrote about him a long time ago, he’s just this guy who was sorta into me… but not enough to do shit about it, whatever idk) was there… and we were flirty and he was like, kissing both my cheeks?

like when we greeted each other he kissed both my cheeks because i’m italian (like in the dream that’s what he was inferring and joking around about) and i laughed and was like go away jokingly and told him his face was rough, haha. like shave… whatever.

anyway so we and this group we’re with are sitting on a couch together and ricky and i were sitting close and watching SNL! and then seth meyers comes on and the weirdest part was we could interact with them? and he was looking for an answer to something and no one knew so he pointed me out and was asking me and i was like, CRACKING up, like “I DON’T KNOWWW!” and seth meyers was laughing too. so weird.

and while all that was going on, ricky was bugging me about some desert he wanted that i had or made or something. and i was like, “i DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT… WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?!” but it was all like playful and laughing-ly.

so weird.