last night i had my first ever dream about having a dream. i was unaware in my actual dream that i was dreaming until later when i told someone about the dream i had. so here's how it goes. i was in an open field near some woods and a farmer's home with my friend josher. we came upon something buried under a heap of straw, and uncovered it to find a woman's dead body. i wanted to take it away before the man came, so i found a dresser nearby that had drawers of various sizes. i attempted to put the body in one or two before finding the correctly sized drawer. then it was small enough for me to carry. i heard the man coming so i ran into a bathroom to hide the drawer and leave the man a note, but i realized that i could not leave the body there because it was the man's wife whom he had killed. i began to panic as i heard footsteps coming toward the bathroom, and i'm not sure how i escaped or what i ended up doing with the drawer. suddenly i am in a dining room with many of my friends telling them about this crazy dream i had about discovering a dead body, putting it in a drawer, and trying to hide it in a bathroom.
i feel like dreaming about dreaming is a whole new level of dreaming! i think i was in a pretty deep, deep sleep while having this dream, and i wonder if that had something to do with it. or maybe my brain is subconsciously attaining another level of consciousness. who knows? i can only hope my dreams continue to evolve in this insane fashion!
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