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May. 27th, 2003 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zanProof that, when I remember my dreams, they're really messed up:
Ben (yes, the Ben we know, Scott and John) asked if I wanted to come down to Phoenix for something. I realized I couldn't go because of the short notice and work. My grandmother (who died many years ago) and I went to a McDonald's, having something to do with the event. I stop to get a Big Mac meal and she's disappeared. I go outside and see her car (which looks like my friend's car) leaving the parking lot. I start walking and ask someone to get home (used Highland Mesa address). He looked odd, but I don't remember how. First, he said that his car was too far away, but I said I only wanted directions. He gave them to me, and I started walking. When I got to the place I was supposed to turn, a little girl grabbed something black from my bag (of clothes, I think). I go back to retrieve it and we have words. I turn around and see some sort of flowers/garden. Vividly in color, I remember that. That's when I say that I wish I could write in dreams and I wake up.
Really weird for a girl who can almost never remember her dreams.
Ben (yes, the Ben we know, Scott and John) asked if I wanted to come down to Phoenix for something. I realized I couldn't go because of the short notice and work. My grandmother (who died many years ago) and I went to a McDonald's, having something to do with the event. I stop to get a Big Mac meal and she's disappeared. I go outside and see her car (which looks like my friend's car) leaving the parking lot. I start walking and ask someone to get home (used Highland Mesa address). He looked odd, but I don't remember how. First, he said that his car was too far away, but I said I only wanted directions. He gave them to me, and I started walking. When I got to the place I was supposed to turn, a little girl grabbed something black from my bag (of clothes, I think). I go back to retrieve it and we have words. I turn around and see some sort of flowers/garden. Vividly in color, I remember that. That's when I say that I wish I could write in dreams and I wake up.
Really weird for a girl who can almost never remember her dreams.
