At first, I felt like I was not in a dream at all, rather the images and setting around my visionary area seemed all too real, when at one point, me, my mom and dad all moved into an American interior-designed house in Sweden, which was snowing outside as I was looking through the four-square panel window, though the outside almost looked like I was watching it from a television set. My dad was still a mailman, only that his uniform consisted of a leather-like tight jacket that was puffy, glossy like a fashion magazine out of the supermarket checkout counter. After my parents we out of the house and the window showed the television-like falling snow and setting, the trees bristling with snow ready to fall down as the weight of the branches slowly lurches towards the white ground, I run around the house, exploring the bedrooms, the empty den, living room, dining room, kitchen, only the bedrooms are filled with its usual conformities: a bed, with its comforter tucked in at congruent angles at its edges, the thick blanket, which I recognize from an actual blanket that I have in my house, and furniture from my parents' bedroom. I rush from room to room like a Call of Duty player runs from cover to cover to shoot its enemy down, only to realize that I felt that I was in a hyper-reality dream.
[So what I'm assuming about the Swedish thing is that there's a student in my Chinese American Personality class who is from Sweden. It's interesting that as we sleep, our we still think only in a different set of reality that is constituted in another world that forms symbols, meanings, and language from our reality and twist and mend it to give some sort of meaning that we consider to be "unconventional". That's just my rant about why we sometimes have weird dreams. I guess the NyQuil was kicking in pretty well.]
Topic: Best/Favorite/or wierdest dream u ever had? (Read 5495 times)
