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Serious / Serious time (dreams I had)
« on: November 14, 2014, 02:35:48 PM »
So.. not sure, but I guess I'll put this thread in Serious since I'm being serious.
As several of you may know, I hit a car on Wednesday. Nothing major, just scratches, and a crack on the other car, no one was hurt. I went to sleep and dreamt hitting another car, most likely on the same spot since it looked familiar from what I remember. Woke up once my car collided.
The next day I went to BK and later the optometrist to ask questions. I got to the optometrist and started walking there until I realized I forgot my phone and automatically assumed it was at BK. I was panicking, yet I tried to calmly move out the parking space, but guess what, I hit another car that was to the right of me that i couldn't see because of a fat ass van. The lady I hit didn't care and I was let off with no consequences. I lied to my parents saying a guy probably scratched it because of the really small spaces where cars traverse. Eventually, I caved in and told them the truth of hitting a car.
Later that night, I went to sleep and for some reason, was dreaming of being at a Costco or some shit with my family. They sold motorcycles in an aisle. My family and I planned out to steal one in exact detail. The dream ended when I was walking towards the aisle to do whatever the hell I was going to do.
So really.. What the fuck? I understand the first dream, but why the second? Stress? My depression? I'm honestly so confused at the moment and just overall anxious.
As several of you may know, I hit a car on Wednesday. Nothing major, just scratches, and a crack on the other car, no one was hurt. I went to sleep and dreamt hitting another car, most likely on the same spot since it looked familiar from what I remember. Woke up once my car collided.
The next day I went to BK and later the optometrist to ask questions. I got to the optometrist and started walking there until I realized I forgot my phone and automatically assumed it was at BK. I was panicking, yet I tried to calmly move out the parking space, but guess what, I hit another car that was to the right of me that i couldn't see because of a fat ass van. The lady I hit didn't care and I was let off with no consequences. I lied to my parents saying a guy probably scratched it because of the really small spaces where cars traverse. Eventually, I caved in and told them the truth of hitting a car.
Later that night, I went to sleep and for some reason, was dreaming of being at a Costco or some shit with my family. They sold motorcycles in an aisle. My family and I planned out to steal one in exact detail. The dream ended when I was walking towards the aisle to do whatever the hell I was going to do.
So really.. What the fuck? I understand the first dream, but why the second? Stress? My depression? I'm honestly so confused at the moment and just overall anxious.
