.. I doubt it. Considering I only remembered we had a test on it today. The day before the test.
Very disturbing dream that cannot quite be put into words. Or maybe it can be put into words, but the images certainly cannot (especially the image of Abby running in her prom dress across a sooty field, as she is being shot at).
I was a soldier in WWII and I didn’t know why. Somehow, I was drafted, along with Abby (yeahh…) and we were thrown into battle. It was dark. There were shots and bombs. And we tried to escape and run the other way, all dressed and armed. But no one would let us. I saw my family somewhere, running. And my little sister. And all of them looked so calm. But I wasn’t. The more I ran from the fireworks, blood and gunpowder, the more shame I felt.
Somehow, we escaped. And from our quiet post, we watched the explosions, thinking to myself, “I could have been in that!”
I did not see - but became aware of - my friends being evacuated. Because of their religion. Two of them died and one attempted to kill herself. I came back to my family, but none of them seemed to care.
I don’t know, it was a weird dream. But it was so scary (obviously)… I can only imagine how the soldiers felt who actually fought in it, 16 17 18 years old..
Anywho. I supposed I should study now. The dream didn’t really teach me dates, names or events so… Haha.
had a dream about prom, you know. it involved me running through lenox and perimeter looking for a dress the day of prom, two hours into the dance. everyone had theirs but me. this was all set to a jason mraz soundtrack.
how dare prom seep into my inner conscience? (jason mraz as well..)
Anywho here is a nice message for all of us prom-goers:
Don’t drink and drive. Don’t do drugs. The first time you do drugs you will die from it. If you don’t die the first time, next time you’ll get what you deserve. Don’t play with firearms. Don’t play with anyone who’s playing with firearms. Don’t swim alone; swim with a buddy for water safety, and most of all love your parents.