12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : Another bunch of DREAMs"
Another bunch of DREAMs
I was walking in downtown Fort Collins alone on a cold winter night. I think I was trying to find my parents who were at church (but IRL my mom doesn't go to church anymore...good for her) I was in the vicinity of the county courthouse, so I go inside the courthouse. It is less governmental looking as it is corporate (another corporate nightmare?) looking...lots of dark wood and deep blue, lots of stairs. I'm trying to find my way out of the courthouse, but keep ending up on fireescapes that go nowhere.
I wake up. I go back to sleep.
I was walking in downtown somewhere large city with some other people. I was dressed in some purple pants I had back in the early 80s. There's a bunch of people around me...they're annoying me and I scream outloud to "get away from me and give me some space!" I immediately wake up and say "I don't mean you...I was having a nightmare" to Stan.
I fall back to sleep and wake up again...Stan has his head under his chest. I ask what is wrong and he says that his heart started racing when I yelled in my sleep. I wish I didn't do that. I go back to sleep.
I was walking around the center island (where they have those low-rent vendor stands) of some horrid mall with Stan. We're looking at the displays of the vendors and we lay our stuff down to look at something. Some prick tells us to move our stuff and it gets me mad. Suddenly I go into this very weird schizoid tourrette mode where I crouch down on the floor and start to cuss with three short four-letter words (sometimes duplicating the same word three times, sometimes saying three different words) each time someone says anything to me. There's a woman who tries to help me...I don't know if she's a psychologist or what, but each time she tries to help, I cuss at her. It was very strange.