A few nights ago, I was at college, and I was going to a concert. Only I wasn't at UD. It was a shitty venue that local bands in Township used to play on back in the day... but it was located in my back yard in NJ. You know how dreams do. ANYWAY, we were waiting for QUEEN to play, and everyone was talking about if Freddie Mercury would be there or not. I'm normally terrified of crowds, ESPECIALLY at concerts (the result of getting decimated in a mosh pit when I was 14...), but I told Eric I wanted to be in the front row. No one else really cared that much, so no one was close to the front (idiots). And then, the band came out, and the lights lit up, and I SAW HIM. FREDDIE MERCURY. I started crying tears of happiness. They played Bohemian Rhapsody, Fat Bottomed Girls, and one other song I can't remember now. Then they were done. But Freddie came and hung out with me and Eric in my front yard afterwards. I was telling him how great the show was and how it was awesome to see him. He said they were trying to figure out if they should play a couple more songs, and I said YEAH YOU SHOULD. You should play Killer Queen and Somebody to Love. He said it was a great idea. But as we both turned to part ways, I realized that Freddie Mercury died a long time ago. I got really scared and turned back around and said, "WAIT. How are you here right now... Please, don't go! PLEASE DON'T GO, WE NEED YOU HERE!" But he smiled and just kind of disappeared.
Tell me that's not really fucking weird. But also the best dream I've ever had. It was SO REAL.
Two nights ago, I was back in high school, sort of. I was my age, living my life I live now, but in my high school. It was freshman year. This kid who I almost dated but ended up not (thank god) was there, and I turned him down, just like I did in real life. Only my friend said she liked him and wanted to go out with him. They made plans to go to the movies. I yelled at her and asked her what the hell she was doing. She told me to chill. I asked if her husband knows, and she said "No, we're just friends. I'm allowed to go to the movies with friends." I told her she was being a fucking idiot and was going to ruin her life. She yelled at me and told me we weren't friends anymore. I went home and cried to Eric, and he said I tried to do the right thing.
Lollllllll.
This last dream is kind of disturbing, so if you get grossed out easily, stop reading.
Last night, I was at this tattoo shop with a bunch of friends, but ALSO with the CAST OF FRIENDS. Like their characters. We were all friends. So I was sitting there, and Ross was trying to convince me not to get a tattoo, and everyone else was just looking around the shop. I said "I'm not getting a tattoo. Relax." So, I sat down in the chair and told the guy I wanted NAILS IN MY ARM. Like kind of right above the inside of my elbow. I got SIX NAILS pierced through my left arm, all different sizes, and some were definitely old. It was bleeding and disgusting, but everyone liked it (except Ross...). I tried to clean it when I got home, but it hurt too badly. They were right under the top layer of skin, and I remember thinking they were going to pop out, like some people's industrial piercings do if their body rejects them. When I woke up the next morning, it looked really red and infected, and I was scared that there were rusty nails in my arm. I went back to the shop, just with Rachel and Phoebe this time, and the guy taught me how to clean it. He said it was infected but would be fine. I told him I wanted them out of my arm, but he said he couldn't do that. I would have to get them surgically removed at the hospital. I started crying. But then Rachel and Phoebe took me to a water park (NOT where you want to be with a new/infected piercing...), and we had fun going down waterslides and hanging out on the lazy river.
THE END!
Just so you know, I am not psychotic. I have weird dreams on a regular basis, but they have gotten even weirder lately. This is totally normal during pregnancy apparently. Also, these dreams don't mean anything. I am a pro at figuring out my dreams, and these are not hidden fears or hopes and dreams. These are just vivid, wacky, hormone-induced dreams.
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