Showing posts with label Parking Lot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parking Lot. Show all posts
01/23/2010
I found out that in order to graduate college, I had to go back and repeat my 8th grade gym class. When I arrived, it was not gym class, but boot camp. Everyone had to run, but my job was to time them by throwing a stopwatch up in the air. When we were done, we parachuted into battle in the parking lot across the street from my house. My unit was supposed to assemble a cannon, but I got distracted fighting a cheetah in hand-to-hand combat in the snow. Then I ended up at a hospital trying to visit my mom. It was a giant futuristic hospital made mostly of glass. I searched floors 3-9 but couldn’t find her. She found me in the parking garage, and she was feeling much better so she gave me a piggyback ride. My friends appeared, and we couldn’t remember where we parked, but we did find Spiderman’s car, which was an SUV with purple under glow. We had guns that shot feathers so we fired them until it started to snow. We realized we were playing in the street and should move, and I woke up.
Dreams from January 22, 2010:
I was an astronaut. I was at a grocery store parking lot and I found out I was going into space, so random people kept picking me up and running around the parking lot with me. Then I went into space with four other astronauts and one actor for some reason. We got to a space station and found blueberry muffins and blueberry Kool-Aid in the fridge which told us there must have been some Russian spies around. Then one guy floated out into space, but we reeled him back in with a fishing pole. They made a documentary about our trip and now it plays all the time on Channel 3. Also, I was left handed.
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