Gateway of Dreams Vol.8Welcome -again- to my Gateway of Dreams. I realize that it's been quite a while since I've posted, but it's also been a while since I've been able to remember dreams enough to post about them. There was one or two, but they're ones I deff won't ever share with the world; sorry.
These ...well, the first is only a small bit because I can't remember the rest, the second is more full (but still confusing). These are from the night of April 25th 2011.
Thank you ahead of time for taking the time to read my dream Enjoy!
Well, the first one, all I remember is walking through a mall or something in Detroit, and trying to find a job. And then a worker at Suncoast called me in, and gave me a work uniform and told me to report back in the morning. So I wore the uniform back "home" (which was kind of like an apartment or a flat or something) and showed my parents. I said "Look! I got a job!" and I could tell that mom didn't like it, because I was a security guard. I had a dress
Relentless Ramblings 4French Skank Charades
Alone as the elephant. I want to be part as such, yet no one and to be forbidden of other. Interpretive dance and words of french. Charades and I refuse to play. Stupidity, moronism and I refuse to be! No one knows. One I hate asks. I release none and make one mad. Not caring and turning, noticing the girl who's skirt is far short and barely covers her rear. The only good changes colours and the sun has shown. Better to feel though breaths through nostrils is deemed almost impossible. Sniffle again to free the passages at hope of a decent breath again. When the french words sound like swearing in English, I dare to not listen and don't want to watch! No no to French skank charades!