Droned

I'm going to take a leaf from my friends... uh... blog...

This blog will be about dreams. In particular, my dreams. All of them. Or at least all that I can remember. This is going to be horrendously revealing. It's going to be just straight-up horrendous. This is going to be awesome.

My earliest dream that I can recall was me fighting in the world of Mortal Kombat. If you recall the old games, when you play story mode you go up the mountain against new players that are on different difficulty settings. I kept climbing that mountain and eventually found myself at the top, but to my surprise there was was no Shao Kahn or Shang Tsung. No, instead there was my brother. My fighting skills were no match for him, as all he had to do was literally give a light push. Being that I was on the cliff of an inredibly tall mountain, I fell to my death. I was very young when I had this dream.

Since then a multitude of dreams that are in no particular order...

I remember there was a girl by the name of Jasmine in high school that I had an interest in. Not on any deep level admittedly, I just had the suspicion that she'd be good fun to fool around with. I had a dream of just that once. What's funny is that I eventually got my chance, but I turned my back on it. I was quite likely afraid.

I, years later, had a dream of her again. I hadn't seen her for many years, but for some reason dreamt that I was on a walk though the city and was about to cross the bridge between QUT Gardens Point and South Bank. For some reason she was there and we chatted and that was it. I recall messaging her the next day over the randomness of the dream. We haven't really spoken since.

Towards the end of my relationship I had a dream that I had an affair with someone else. The person in the dream I didn't know. I would never have had an affair. We broke up a month later.

There was a girl I kind of liked when I first started going to Brisbane. I had a dream that her and I were going out once. She's now up there as one of my best friends, and the very thought of that dream literally freaks me out. It's so absurd and beyond reality, and by that I mean not just cause we're friends, but because it's incredibly out of character.

Pretty much all my dreams can be analysed and understood on a very basic level. This next one could possibly due to certain circumstances at the time and the discussion in the dream, but is probably my most absurd dream yet.

I was in a car with a bunch of my friends. Three of us were in the back and one of them was talking about a friend who wasn't there, making mention that said friends age was 35. I corrected him and said that her actual age was 22. Next thing, an island across the river we were driving by exploded. The explosion looked like something out of an early 90's first person shooter; a picture of an explosion that simply grew and got more and more pixelated as it got bigger and bigger. The explosion was obviously nuclear, as it managed to cross the river and hit us within seconds.

I dreamt that I kissed a girl in a pool, but then my friend was looking for us and we ran away and hid from him. He kept looking, and we kept hiding.

They're the only dreams I can honestly recall. They seem to have a lot to do with girls of interest. Sexual frustration perhaps? Let's hope.