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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - Adventures with Johnny Depp"

DREAM - Adventures with Johnny Depp

A quite complex dream; I can only recall parts.

I was in my parent's house, or so I thought. I notice that their neighbor's house is a two story instead of a one story ranch. Then I realize it's because I'm at my house instead. I can see people in that house, but I'm hoping they can't see me because I'm getting dressed.

I was with some people--going out to dinner. Later we came back to a house, which was sort of like the flat we lived at when we first moved to Madison. There's a party going on with the people who live upstairs. Although I think I was with Stan, I think he mutated into Johnny Depp. My parents were also in the house, but they were getting ready for bed. The lights were dim and we were watching a movie. Johnny/Stan and I were making out, oblivious to my mom's presence. Then, it seemed as if we were in the movie; the movie was with some guy with dark hair (but NOT Johnny) set against a green backdrop. He's talking to another guy who seems to be there, but isn't really. There's an Irish accent involved, ghosts, homosexual intonations, weirdness. Then I'm with Stan again, and he says that he needs to get something upstairs, but we're worried that the partying people have all gone to bed. Stan attaches ropes to me, and he runs up the stairs with me in tow. It's rather fun and I remark at his strength and ability to do this. We get upstairs and there are people still awake. We talk about food. I remember they give us some carrot-type dish, which I'm trying to throw down the toilet. It was most odd, and most complex, unfortunately I can't remember more.

1 Comments

I
was most odd,
and he says that
he says that is what you need.

Posted by aseyelum @ 11:08:2002:03:03 PM CST

By Ann @ 20:25 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..