…I had taken the day off from work. It was a Friday but the day I had requested off was a Monday. Confusion abound. So I walked from my apartment which was my apartment (but wasn’t my apartment) to the beach. I had been to that beach but couldn’t tell you when or where it exists in reality. I set up a tent. The blue tent I camped out in as a child. The sand was blowing all over. I stripped down and walked to the water. AGAIN, I had all these weird tattoos all over me. This time they were smiley faces and crooked stars. I didn’t ink them myself in the dream, but it was implied within the context of the dream that I had done so previously. The ocean was amazing. There was this wicked undertow. It kept on taking me out further and further but I wasn’t scared. The horizon seemed like it was a “physical” thing.
When I got out of the water and towled off the tattoos disappeared, well some of them anayway. The scene then switched it was Thanksgiving and I had vacuumed my parents living room. My father stood by the piano screaming at me. The rug wasn’t clean enough. Then I was back in my apartment, again, cooking a Turkey. Awake.
When I got out of the water and towled off the tattoos disappeared, well some of them anayway. The scene then switched it was Thanksgiving and I had vacuumed my parents living room. My father stood by the piano screaming at me. The rug wasn’t clean enough. Then I was back in my apartment, again, cooking a Turkey. Awake.
