Thursday, June 03, 2010
Bizarre Dream #3
This is probably the third or fourth dream that I've blogged. Awesome shizz this sub-consciousness.
So I brought this guy home, let's call him Christopher. Everyone calls him Chris. So we were having dinner with my parents. And my parents having a temperament worse than police interrogators, were like asking him the customary, what do you do, what do you enjoy, etc. So I very quietly whispered into Chris's ear and said, "Say something about music. Tell them you like music. Confirm score points one." So Chris was like "I enjoy classical music." And my parents were like obviously damn excited, "Oh really! Who do you listen to?" I didn't expect Chris to know shit about classical music, but to my surprise, and my parents' as well, he just said very naturally, although a bit nervously (my god my vocab is quite shitty), "Errr. I listen to composers like Mozart, Chopin, Dvorak," and rambled a bit about the music of each of the three - right down to the delicate idiosyncrasies of their style and expression. So like my parents were like damn impressed, and like, went off somewhere to prepare like, deserts or something. I use the word "like" too many times. Then while my parents were away I leaned against Chris and held his hand and was like, "Hahaha good job I was damn impressed lah!" And he gave me his boyish playful smile and like, lifted my legs onto his lap so I sat snugly beside him like a doll. Awwwww. So next, I was supposed to lay out the mattress in the bedroom before my brother came home, so I put one nicely on each side of the bed. Now, if you know what my blue's clues room looks like, the more comfortable mattress space would be the one on the right side of the bed because on the left there is this huge ass annoying chair and next to it is the bathroom so like, there's always a lot of fumbling in that area. So naturally being the very thoughtful girlfriend, I took the fumbling area side and gave Chris the undisturbed side. And my brother being King of course gets the bed lah. Then my parents came in and suddenly made a whole fuss about how "HOW CAN ONE BOY AND ONE GIRL SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM?!!" And like, decided to put lots of pictures of Jesus on the wall. And asked Chris to arrange the photos according to size. And these pictures were those, oldish byzantine iconic photos that liked to identify Jesus as stern, serious, and generally very fierce-looking, which made it even more ridiculous. And it was unreasonable because Chris and I weren't even sharing the same bed, AND my brother will be occupying the room when he gets home anyway. SHEESH, uptight much.
Yup. Like I said, awesome shizz this sub-conscious mind. The weirdest thing is that, I think my parents would REACT IN EXACTLY THE SAME WAY. STORY. OF. MY. LIFE.
tried to hunch; 11:42 PM
