You’ve got bills to feed and mouths to pay

What a horrible night of sleep. I am starting to believe the no one has creepier dreams than myself. The night started off with a dream infested (literally) with millions of bugs. These bugs looked like blood laden ticks and they were swarming every where. My least favorite was when I was drinking my milk and I noticed that it was tasting funny, so I looked in the milk and at the bottom of the cup were about ten of these bugs. I think the dream eventually became ridiculous when they crawled into the head of one of my friends–his then went *pop*. I think that woke me up the first time.

Then came the next dream which didn’t involve any bugs, milk, or exploding heads. I was dreaming that I was teaching and some of the class were being real jerks. Many of the people in the class were people I had not seen in years. Anyway, the class was being rowdy and I was getting unusually ticked off. It is always a weird sensation when you wake up from a dream extremely mad and then you realized that it was just a dream, and that a grown-up Pakistani student (this was in high school) didn’t just release your class a half hour after the morning bell.

I think I need a psychologist. or a drink.

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on August 2, 2004, in dreams and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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