Wednesday, January 10, 2024
Dreams 1/10
Dreamt I was back in college walking along the road, following three girls at a distance. I was suspicious of them. I know the one had short brown hair and a white lace top but can't recall anything remarkable about the others. One had murdered another, right there, on the street in front of me; and, when I say murdered, I mean, she literally annihilated her. Nothing was left but a bloody pulp. I went back to my dormitory: West Hall. The cooridor was crowded mostly with girls, and I was searching for my room, uncertain of the number. When I finally found it the door was open, and Ron was sitting behind an old-fashioned computer monitor. I made a phone call. I wanted out of the dormitory due to the murderess who lived on my floor. The man on the other end of the line first wanted my room number, then, a model number of the computer Ron was using. I had to repeat the computer number three or four times as I kept messing it up, something like #3458165 that was scratched on the back of the buff colored plastic monitor. While I was on the phone a bright young girl with a blonde bobbed hair-cut came in. She was very loud and was trying to give me some red flip flops with a flower on them. She didn't have them with her, only was telling me about them. I told her I couldn't wear them due to my toes, and she left, disappointed. Still on the line I said, "Hello?", then woke.
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