Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind"
Anyway.
Another horrible dream last night: I was in New York/London (it kept changing) and we had to get the train to go to Dublin (???) to go see a band play. It was me, my sister, my dad and my uncle and apparently our dog came too. There were some bullies in the three-storey train station spraying shaving foam in everyone's faces so me and a couple of mates got involved. Then all of the electricity went out so the escalators and lifts were stuck and everybody froze. I started chasing my dog around the place and she managed to jump onto an escalator that was free and still moving going down, whilst I couldn't get to it because a lift and a barrier was in the way. So I lost my dog. I started to panick and lost my family and made a little poster and started asking people outside of the station if they'd seen her. No luck. Then a guy came up to me and told me he'd help me so we got on a bus and he then said "don't look at me, don't talk to me. Just answer your phone when I call it." So I did, but he told me to follow him or he'd kill me. But as lots of people were getting off of the bus I tried to hide, and then I saw a couple of guys I knew from school and one of my best mates. She didn't recognise me but once I said hey she then had to get off the bus. Then I told them what was going on, and they tried to help me. The guy who threatened to kill me had got back on the bus by this point so I started to panic again. One of the guys I knew had to depart, so the last guy was left to help me. We eventually got back to the train station and he started helping me with all of my bags (which I never had with me before) and then my sister woke me up.
Woke me up.
I'll never know if my dog was okay, if I found my family or if we made it to Dublin.
I think there's seriously something wrong with me to be having these weird dreams. :/
x.
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