scary dreams

i love being scared by dreams, dead family members, dismal future, loneliness. Why does my mind do this to me and how do i stop it?

last night

i hate not remembering dreams! a couple of nights ago i had a dream in which I saw someone's head get chopped off by chainsaw. it scared the shit out of me!

I'm in a mustang!

last night i had a dream in which my entire family and i went on a cruise. I mean my mom dad, brother, and sister, cousins, grandparents, the whole family! when we went on the cruise, we did not know it was going to be that much food. we were so overwhelmed by all abundance and quality of the food! soon enough the cruise ended and we docked and left. we left with people we met on the cruise. these people were nice enough to sell me an old 70's mustang convertible for $200. my family rode in the car with me driving. as i began driving, i was removed from myself. i could see myself driving, but i had no control. I saw i was on a high speed chase my masked men on motorcycles, it was so intense! i thought i was going to die. that is all i remember

I'm a monkey in this dream!

On the night of the 26th. I had a dream that I was a monkey in a zoo and that I was confined with all the other monkeys in a small cage. This small cage was observable by all the zoo patrons. We were laughed at and had food thrown at us. I realized the spaces between the bars of the cage were very wide, and I wondered why no one escaped, so I decided to escape. As soon as I escaped I ran as fast as I could, a zoo employee saw me and quickly doused me in gasoline and set me on fire. I looked at my arms and hands and saw myself on fire. I stopped dropped and rolled like we have always been told since we were young and then I woke up.

been a while...

been a while since i last blogged, honestly, can't remember any of my dreams. nothing notable has occurred in my dreams, perhaps because last week was exams week so i was more focused on physics!

racism in my dreams

last night i had a dream in which my classmates kept calling me mexican even though i am guatemalan. i was very angered by it that i bought a class action lawsuit to them. that is what my dream was about, fighting racism in the university level.


and then i woke up

crazy ass dream

last night i dreamt i lived in a south american nation that was taken over by warring drug lords. i myself, was a really popular figure, it was not specified in the dream why i was popular.i get on a plane to go on an international trip when all of a sudden my plane is bombarded by bullets, the pilots are shot dead and i am stuck with friends in the plane. we run out of the plane and run into the adjacent hotel. we go to the top floor thinking it would be the safest, but the drug dealers are already on top. so throughout the whole dream it's my crew and i trying to go down the hotel, floor by floor, without getting shot. along the way people in my crew die, i see them die. it all ends with me trying to escape on a road bike. i'm riding backwards, all this weird ass trickery. that's all i can remember from the dream.