Category: dreams
11/05/06 07:52 - ID#23977
hypnogogic/hypnopompic
Ok, so I should not post (or communicate in any way, probably) when I first wake up, or am just going to bed- as I somehow say weird crazy things that I otherwise would not. Like the other night my phone rang at 4am and woke me up- I didn't answer, but responded with a ridiculous text message. Later in the day thought 'oh WHY did I say that?'
But I had the most insane dreams again last night... This time not about cool exotic travelling- but I was somehow infiltrating some secret ring- Nichols School was apparently grooming certain seniors for... well I don't know for what... but there was a select group of students that had implants placed in their arms, and were sort of brainwashed... And somehow I knew it and was trying to prove it... I was finding clues underwater, sneaking into christmas chapel services, somehow managed to do a tonsil biopsy (???) on one girl- then they released dogs on me who smelled in in my pocket...
I've never been to Nichols. I don't know if they HAVE christmas chapel. I must have been projecting my own boarding school memories. But it was wild. Sort of a cross between Harry Potter and James Bond. Then the damn alarm had to wake me up.
And on that note, I will be late for work. Later peeps. Have a peaceful sunday.
-J
But I had the most insane dreams again last night... This time not about cool exotic travelling- but I was somehow infiltrating some secret ring- Nichols School was apparently grooming certain seniors for... well I don't know for what... but there was a select group of students that had implants placed in their arms, and were sort of brainwashed... And somehow I knew it and was trying to prove it... I was finding clues underwater, sneaking into christmas chapel services, somehow managed to do a tonsil biopsy (???) on one girl- then they released dogs on me who smelled in in my pocket...
I've never been to Nichols. I don't know if they HAVE christmas chapel. I must have been projecting my own boarding school memories. But it was wild. Sort of a cross between Harry Potter and James Bond. Then the damn alarm had to wake me up.
And on that note, I will be late for work. Later peeps. Have a peaceful sunday.
-J
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The author has another book that is along the lines of your dream, :::link:::
;-)
Secret cyborgs at Nichols school. Sweet.
Secret police with pocket smelling super hounds, mo sweet.
Maybe Christmas was in it cause it's so close and it's always fun to be excited about something and you're just gettin' ready. (I don't know about you, but I'm ready).
And uh, I think we've all had on of the 'oh WHY did I send that' text's before.
PS. "Dated" a girl who went to Nichols once, she was pleasantly intelligent and intriguing, but she only wanted to make sexy time. In other words, I have no idea if they have a Christmas chapel, and Borat was insultingly cleaver.