Good morning, everyone! (It's always morning somewhere, right?)
Last night I had a strange dream, and I thought I'd share it, through an excerpt from my Dream Journal:
I am in a gym, which looks kind of like the gym at my elementary school. A bunch of my old class mates are there, playing around with the equipment. They have made a makeshift zip-line and ask me to join in. I refuse, thinking that they are going to get busted soon, and I sure as hell am not going to be with them.
Suddenly, a girl I haven't met in real life, but for some reason was familiar to me in the dream, walks in and approaches me. She looks sad, and tells me she is going to leave the country the next day. I hug her, she looks like she is about to cry and I want to comfort her. She whispers that she has a gift for me, that she will give to me at the time of farewell. I kiss her on the cheek and tell her I am looking forward to it.
Then, I have a good old False Awakening: I am in the kitchen of my mother's old apartment, and I quickly grab my Dream Journal and start writing about the aforementioned dream. I am interrupted, however, by my mother, who yells at me for not having started preparing dinner. I put the journal down and start cutting tomatoes. Mother walks up to me and yells at me some more for being slow. I get mad and start cutting faster. When the tomato is cut up, I take a knife and start cutting it, too. The handle of the knife is hollow, and stuffed with tomato. (Here, I really should have realised I was dreaming, but I didn't, unfortunately)
Mother complains that we can't eat that because it's made of metal, but if I scrape the tomato out of the handle we can have it for dinner. I tell her that I was just about to do that. I grumble and want to tell her to go to hell, but I don't say it.
Then, I woke up. For real this time. I wrote the dream down and got up, had breakfast, and now I'm writing this. So that's my day so far. I hope you all have a good one!