I am standing on a road in a typical New England town. I see a crush standing ALL the way at the opposite end of the road. We lock eyes. We excitedly wave! Then there is some slow motion running (like Dudley Moore and Bo Derek in 10), embracing and kissing and twirling and the like.
At this point you're probably thinking, "Sarah, that dream sounds pretty vanilla to me!"
Just wait.
Did I mention that said object of my affection is wearing a giant, fuzzy Hobbes costume? (Not Hobbes, my cat, but Hobbes as in Calvin and).
I'll tell you my thoughts upon waking up -
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!?!
Why is my crush dressed as a comic character?
Do I have some sort of subconscious Hobbes fetish?
Am I supposed to be Calvin in this situation?
Does that elevate this dream to a whole new level of creepy?
Why? Why? Why, brain, do you think of these things?
Seriously. disturbed.
1 comments:
Definitely weird! Question is, is the crush still a crush?
Had you eaten too much macaroni cheese that evening ;)
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