Something that seems to recur in my dreams every so often is the basic idea that me and my two best friends are running away from something. Recently, I had a dream where we were escaping from something in a flying house, and one my friends burned her hand on a can of fire while she was telling scary stories.
Many years ago I had a dream where we were being chased by wolves, which may have been related to my Narnia-induced "Holy-crap-why-are-there-wolves-in-Emily's-house?!" dream. It was almost the same dream for a week, but it finally ended when we found a pay phone and called our moms. After a few days, I was convinced that the dream had something to do with the fact that I slept facing the outside wall of my room, so I tried sleeping on my other side.
Obviously, it didn't work.
I was going to put a picture in here somewhere, but I couldn't find one that made sense with the post.
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