I’ve been having odd sea related dreams lately. The sentence on itself is even weird. I end up dreaming about a small beach and a big mountain or dune right behind it. The sea would then swell up to enormous proportions. The waves would get bigger and bigger and all the people that were walking on the beach would drown, except for me. I would ride the wave and then where the water would not be as high anymore, I’d get away each time. I was having fun…  There was also some part where some woman was looking frantically for her baby but I can’t remember what happened to her and her baby. It must have been the third time I’ve had this dream.

I was wondering if I would be able to write this one down, so here’s my best shot:

I was wearing a crossover between a tutu and lingerie. (Yay, great way to get your attention). It was white and small parts of black. I was walking on the streets somewhere after dark carrying a whole bunch of stuff. I don’t even remember half of the items, but one was a poster of some sort. For the life of me I can’t remember what was on it. Here I was pottering about until a car hit me (it was white). So I dropped all of the stuff I was carrying and fell to the ground (over all that stuff). My nose started bleeding and I looked at my hands. The end. That’s all I remember.

Now you’re thinking, why would I write this down? Simple, I woke up and I had a nosebleed. So I was dreaming about having one and when I woke up I had one. Weird.

And I wasn’t even sitting behind my computer screen, imagine that.