So I had the weirdest dream in my life the other night. I'm gonna try and figure out where all the different parts of the dream came from.
So it starts off and David, Ben Stevens, Dixon Barton, some random girl and myself are in this hallway, which looks like a hallway at Sky View. They tell me that they have some drugs, and so I agree to go with them. We end up sitting on a bench on my grandma's porch. The three guys are all smoking joints, and the girl and I have this huge bag full of tiny colored candies, which apparently contain cannabis. So we each eat a handful and sit back and let the feeling wash over us.
So we're there for a while when a random short, really skinny Mexican guy walks up to the porch. We all stash out stuff under blankets and such, but he searches us. He finds the joints and the bag of candies, and he arrests us. He puts us into the back of his car, and off we go.
We drive to this huge, random building; I have no idea where I've seen it before or what it is. We go inside and register and they put bright blue bracelets on us really tightly. Like the kind you get when you go to the gym that just tear off.
So we all go upstairs into this huge room and apparently take the class. I have no memory of the class itself.
We all leave the classroom after being told that we passed, and we are dancing down the halls and celebrating that we didn't get into any more trouble. So we're walking out the door, and we run into Aly Johnson, Chris Cannel, and James Mitchell. They're also all wearing the bright blue bracelets. We immediately start laughing hysterically at the fact that those three were in the same drug class as us. I didn't see them for the rest of the dream.
So I went home, and my mom didn't know anything that had happened. I ripped off the blue bracelet, because apparently in this dream, blue bracelets were kind of a social stigma; like if you had one it meant you were a bad person. So I ripped it off, and right after I wished that I hadn't. I kind of wanted to go around wearing this blue bracelet, I just didn't want my mom to find out.
So a couple days later I end up going to church. The entire meeting was about how you should keep your body clean and use no drugs, legal or illegal. So after the meeting I was wandering around and all these people were looking at me and glaring at me and talking about how they hadn't ever seen me before and didn't want me there. So the relief society president stood up and started talking, and it happened to be Shelby Smith. She turned around and made the following announcement: “I really need to talk to everyone who got arrested over the weekend.” Everyone kind of started the murmuring and talking among each other, wondering who had got arrested and what they had done and so forth. So then she read off a list of names. Naturally I was first. She called out my name and it was like I had just screamed a list of obscenities out. People's faces whipped around and glared at me, which was odd because I thought they didn't know who I was. So I went up to Shelby, and I don't really remember anything else.
The only other thing was that there was random guest appearances by people from high school, like Chloe Bitter was in my ward. The other really weird thing was this group of girls that was in my ward. They were all bleached blonde and talked like they were a bunch of uneducated morons. And I asked them what they were, and they told me that they were a group of astronaut cheerleaders who were home for a space landing.
So I can kind of see where some of this is coming from. The random people from high school I'm sure is because I was creeping on their facebook pages. And Ben and Dixon and David are the only people that I would ever do drugs with....so I can see where they came from. The random girl looked kind of familiar...I think she was in my english class this semester. But I have no idea why she was there.
I have no freaking idea how I ended up on my grandma's front porch...I guess David's been there, but I haven't just chilled on her porch in quite a while. So that was kind of confusing.
The colored candies I think I know where they came from. I know it's super weird, but my roommates and I bought a gingerbread house the other day. It came with a huge bag of colored candies that you can decorate it with. It's just odd that they showed up in my dream as a narcotic.
I have no idea who the skinny Mexican was, or where the large building was. On the inside it kind of looked like the capitol building in D.C. The blue bracelets I'm thinking came from my idea of the A.C. They have all of these ridiculous bracelets you wear when you go in to work out, so that could be where that came from. I think the social stigma idea of it also came from the movie Easy A. She wears a bright red A on her clothes for adulterer, and it changes how people think of her. That's kind of what the blue bracelet did.
I don't know why I wanted to keep the blue bracelet on so bad....it almost seemed that I wanted to keep it on because it would give me some kind of identity. Everyone knew what that blue bracelet meant, and if they saw me with it, they would change their opinion of me. I don't really know why I thought this way.
I'm positive I ended up going to church because it's been on my mind A LOT lately. I think it was actually the last thing that I thought about before I fell asleep last night. I've been thinking about going back and what it would be like, and I think that's kind of where that section of my dream came from. I'm scared of what it will be like. However, the relief society president was really sweet. I think that's where that part came from. The relief society president was someone that I was comfortable with, just like in the ward that I would be going to here in Ephraim. I think that's where that came from, anyway. I'm afraid that something like that will happen at church and I'll be thought of as some kind of heathen freak. Like maybe I'll forget to take my cartilage piercing out or my shirt will be too see-through and everyone could see my tattoo. I think I would be looked at very differently if that happened.
As far as the space cheerleaders go....i have no freaking idea. Like at all. Holy freaking random. Any thoughts on any of this??
haha Shelby...the RS president....ya right. I love it! And you of course!
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