Dream
I had the weirdest dream ever.
I dreamed that I was white-water rafting and somehow the boat capsized and I drowned. But I didn't die. I survived on this unknown island which was inhabited by some strange South American tribal people. I remember I was also hanging out with one kiddo who happened to be lost like me as well.
Later on, I was made to be enrolled in the strange tribal people's college and forced to study Psychology. I told them I wanted to go to HOME. I don't know why and how but Home in this dream referred to the United States. I pleaded with the tribal authorities to alert the govt to send a helicopter down to save me but they completely refused. I wailed and I cried and I wept and I screamed and I shouted... In short, I emo-ed but they still refused to help me!
It ended abruptly there and I was so relieved it was just a dream. Now, this is proof of how one's daily lives can significantly influence one's dreams.
On the day before I had the dream, I went to Stats lecture and the lecturer made a statement about pyschology majors being weird. See the relation? Strange tribal people and forcing me to study psychology. And that is not all. Before I went to sleep that night, I was chatting with a friend online making plans for a holiday and we talked about white-water rafting.
See how things fall into place?
I dreamed that I was white-water rafting and somehow the boat capsized and I drowned. But I didn't die. I survived on this unknown island which was inhabited by some strange South American tribal people. I remember I was also hanging out with one kiddo who happened to be lost like me as well.
Later on, I was made to be enrolled in the strange tribal people's college and forced to study Psychology. I told them I wanted to go to HOME. I don't know why and how but Home in this dream referred to the United States. I pleaded with the tribal authorities to alert the govt to send a helicopter down to save me but they completely refused. I wailed and I cried and I wept and I screamed and I shouted... In short, I emo-ed but they still refused to help me!
It ended abruptly there and I was so relieved it was just a dream. Now, this is proof of how one's daily lives can significantly influence one's dreams.
On the day before I had the dream, I went to Stats lecture and the lecturer made a statement about pyschology majors being weird. See the relation? Strange tribal people and forcing me to study psychology. And that is not all. Before I went to sleep that night, I was chatting with a friend online making plans for a holiday and we talked about white-water rafting.
See how things fall into place?
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