I've really screwed up my sleeping pattern! I just woke up 1am from the craziest dream.
I'm on a train with this guy from school (a few years ago lol, he was hot back then, hobby sword fighting and wanted to become a Bundeswehr helicopter
pilot I don't know if he did but he was in uniform) and my bra is gone, I fumble around to put it back on and see through the window massive black
clouds being blown out by something in the air I can't see what it is.
Then the train moves upwards in a steep 90°angle and I can hear him say "that's ours" and it's like a flying aircraft carrier but with flying tanks
surrounded. I see there are a lot more of those tank-like things one with a Spanish flag on it, going faster than everybody else.
Behind it with a terrace another huge flying war-platform type of thing with a green/red flag that doesn't match any real one and a young Saddam
sitting grinning on the terrace.
The whole sky is black and it's dark like night, the train is suddenly a bus with only women on it and we have to get off for some checkpoint. I've
lost my bra again and I hear someone say "Why does he have to do it? He has only one arm"
And I wake up and am like wtf?
Don't really know why reading it doesn't sound half as crazy as the dream was.
And since I already mentioned it: OMG was he hot! No boyfriend-material but like really tall and a real predator type it was medieval sword fighting
with those gigantic two handed swords and he showed off one time with a friend of his and they wore those heavy chain mails and were moving super
fast, it was crazy. I couldn't lift the sword or the chain mail.
And that butt! OMG that body was just insane. No gym pumped bs, but from moving a lot of heavy things around really fast. That makes a great body
apparently.
But it somehow never happened. I remember there was a party and he was camping in one of the reading corners (I had a room and slept always at school,
not all did) and I found him as he took off his pants, his eyes light up and behind me a friend of mine stepped in too and his mood dropped
instantly...lol
Fate didn't want that to happen, might have been a good thing because I heard he was beating up the girlfriend he later had, allegedly.
Funny thing fate always got in the way when I had my eyes on potentially abusive men.
Why am I rambling about this? Because it's #ing 2am in the morning and I am UP! What else would I do? Can I have coffee? Is that okay 2am? It's #ing
crazy!
edit on 5-8-2020 by Peeple because: ramble rambles