Dream interpreters! Have your way with me.
Perhaps I am writing this simply so I can remember it, none of my dreams make a lick of obvious sense.
First, I am with my sister and we have to goto Orlando for something school related. Instead, we goto Magic Kingdom, and buy tickets but we hate Magic Kingdom and want to goto the other parks. Not too interesting.
Next, I somehow end up in what seems like a vacation home, mountains around and the such, with my teacher and a girl in my class Caroline. I talk to my teacher about god knows what and she leaves, and then I remember asking Caroline what this permit was in her hands, and she says something along the lines of “a waiver because prositution is illegal but this will let me get money for head.” I reply “So, uh, had your first customer yet?” She said something I couldn’t remember but we both smiled. It was something along the lines of calling me a “cutie” or something gay like that, and I am so self-concious that even in my dreams I asked myself if she was lying.
Sadly, it cut to the next scene. For some reason I end up at a professional wrestling show and I shake the hands of several of them, including a bulked up, young Arnold Schwatzaneggar (sp), and he tells me where to go to see them. Anyways, I go early, it’s in a large gymnasium, and begin making a total ass of myself around people I hardly even know. One girl I have never talked to at school I am sitting next to and we chat for a little until I start yelling out pointless things and then she moves away. I move to the front row somehow and a random kid Taylor from my highschool who is basically a tremendous clown, but in a poser like manner for those who look deeper inside him (he does an excellent job of covering it up), and I try to talk to him but it is as if he ignores me. And then I see a random kid from my lower school and I say hi and he rolls his eyes.
Anyways, I leave completely depressed for some reason and decide I want to goto the beach, which I can see far out in the distance. First though, I have to cross this river that is full of rocks and broken down cars and trucks. I do this with relative ease, but someone calls me or something, and I have to go back. This time, I pick a wrong path or something terrible happened, but the water is no longer knee deep and goes up past my head and I’m over 6 feet. It is incredibly rough and I try to hang on to the cars and trucks to make it across. Some random large hillbilly bum walks out and says, oh look, theres a chaser though, and this large white fan came displaced from being stuck in the rocks and starts coming right after me. I am scared out of my mind and try to swim away. I never make it across though, as I realize I have neither washed my face nor brushed my teeth and I wake up.