You know...just to start off the whole,
"creepy theme" I have going on here...
So, I have two topics of discussion for you tonight. One totally creeped me out, the other is an epiphany I had. Let's start with the creepy one, that's always fun.
Have you ever woken up in the morning and not thought twice about what you dreamed about last night? Like, you just don't care, I guess? Or maybe it just doesn't occur to you that you had a dream at all. That's how my morning went. I think the fact that I felt like death had visited me in my sleep last night and lingered until morning, planting itself deep into my loins, was the real reason I wasn't so keen on what the heck I dreamed about last night. However, I almost wish that I had remembered my dreams right off the bat when my alarm blazed in my ears, rolling my eyes at that God forsaken sound, because having something completely random happen to you mid-day, reminding you that you had quite possibly the creepiest dreams ever, is just straight up disturbing.
This is not a plot to a horror film, this is my real-life dream from last night. Turn your lights on and close your blinds, because this is about to get creepy. And honestly, this is so incredibly weird, that you simply can not judge me. And no, I do not do drugs, for the record.
So last night, I had about one hundred dreams, maybe one thousand, I can't remember. I'll try to make this as least detailed as possible, for your own good. I particularly remember this one. In this particular dream, I was at work. (I'm a visual merchandiser for Macy's, for those of you who don't know.) So, in real life, there's this real shady guy who stole money straight out of my wallet, THREE times at work. So in my dream, I caught him red handed, and told security what was up. He basically got beat with a bamboo stick, eventually resulting in him getting fired. He was escorted out by the police and everything - total embarrassment. (I'm pretty sure I requested it, since he stole from me a total of four times now, according to this dream.) Well, this guy wanted payback. And maaaan did he get us. We all thought that he wasn't the brightest crayola in the box, turns out, he was a booby trap KING. Out of pure hatred and anger for ratting him out, he climbed through the vents, and released this yellow, pollen looking stuff, which ended up blowing out of every single vent in the entire store, like it was snowing yellow pollen. I, of course, happen to be in a small room with a very large vent. So, naturally, I am completely saturated with this "yellow stuff". Turns out this "yellow stuff" is poison. He tried to mass murder us. I remember choking, almost to death in my dream, I was coughing like crazy and couldn't get myself together. I knew I was dying, and was totally not cool about it. Here's where it gets weird. As I'm "dying", the white stuff kind of, pops, like Pop Rocks would, and turned unto enormous orange gerber daisies. I remember thinking that they were NOT pretty, and that they were going to kill me. That's when that dream literally ended.
Normally, I would violently dig through my Dream Dictionary to find the meaning to this super creepy dreams, but I really think leaving this one alone is best. I just really don't care to know what it's about. Can you blame me?
Now for my, "Once Every So Often Epiphany" that I had today...
As silly as Twitter seems, it has seriously blessed me with nothing but benefits. I've made so many friends, so many connections, Hipster Sister is as big as it's ever been, and it's the best time killer when you're, say, waiting for an elevator. Social networking sites have become the new "hello". I feel like it makes social awkwardness nonexistant. I kind of like it. Speaking of, you can follow me on Twitter: hipsterrr.
To all of my Tweeters, you know that I love you dearly. I tell you this on a daily basis. But thank you, and I love you, again for your support, your friendship, your laughs, and the presents you send me! :) You are all so incredibly appreciated.
Toodles!
Current Listen: Run This Town - Rihanna Ft. Jay Z
