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jedusor~"Super Heroes" from Rocky Horror Picture Show
I had an interesting dream last night.
I was in the big field at the Davis Waldorf School (which I attended for the end of fourth grade and most of fifth) with a few other people, tossing a ball around. One of them was an attractive blonde guy, and when I threw the ball to him, it hit him hard in the stomach. He doubled over and grabbed a little girl's shoulder to support himself. I rushed over to offer mine instead, because she was small and I didn't want him to hurt her. The odd thing is, I didn't mean to hurt him, but I think I subconsciously intended it so I could get closer to him. Which, since this was a dream, means that my subconscious has a subconscious. O.o Anyway, I was holding him up and going "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, are you okay? God, I'm sorry!" He let go of me and staggered to a (drop-dead GORGEOUS) brunette guy sitting on the sidelines, and gave him a big kiss, clearly to show me he was not available. I muttered, "Oh. Pooh." and woke up.
Anyone want to take a stab at its meaning?
I watched Rocky Horror Picture Show today. I only recently realized I hadn't given it back to Ben, which I will do ASAP (sorry about that, Ben).
Hmm. I want walnut ice cream. Does walnut ice cream even exist? Wait, I don't eat ice cream...
I had an interesting dream last night.
I was in the big field at the Davis Waldorf School (which I attended for the end of fourth grade and most of fifth) with a few other people, tossing a ball around. One of them was an attractive blonde guy, and when I threw the ball to him, it hit him hard in the stomach. He doubled over and grabbed a little girl's shoulder to support himself. I rushed over to offer mine instead, because she was small and I didn't want him to hurt her. The odd thing is, I didn't mean to hurt him, but I think I subconsciously intended it so I could get closer to him. Which, since this was a dream, means that my subconscious has a subconscious. O.o Anyway, I was holding him up and going "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, are you okay? God, I'm sorry!" He let go of me and staggered to a (drop-dead GORGEOUS) brunette guy sitting on the sidelines, and gave him a big kiss, clearly to show me he was not available. I muttered, "Oh. Pooh." and woke up.
Anyone want to take a stab at its meaning?
I watched Rocky Horror Picture Show today. I only recently realized I hadn't given it back to Ben, which I will do ASAP (sorry about that, Ben).
Hmm. I want walnut ice cream. Does walnut ice cream even exist? Wait, I don't eat ice cream...
