Monday, February 25, 2008

Trapped








































A reccuring theme of my dreams seems to be kidnap, in a roundabout way. I always escape tho ... or the dream ends before anything bad happens.... well apart from being kidnapped. I had this one where I was put in a bag, like an old potato sack, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even fit in one of those, but anyway it was rather claustrophobic... as usual I escaped, to find that I was on a boat. I snuck out of the room i was in up some stairs and ran to the end of the boat i dived into the water and began to swim but the kidnappers saw me and released some melons into the water to slow me down (all realistic you see) then as i was swimming i saw a giraffe swimming and i thought to myself, I'm pretty tired. So I swam over and grabbed round its neck so it would pull me along. It looked pretty pissed off to say the least. After a while I let go as I saw another boat which I climbed on. I ran through the boat which proceeded to turn into a pizzaria. As I ran out the front I realised it was a cobbled street and not on a boat at all. Left confused. The dream ended.

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