Woa-ah, did I ever tell you about this one dream I had...
Okay, at the time I'd started taking the train to school every day. If I miss the train, that's it; I'm stuck hundreds of miles away from home and the next train isn't until late that night. So I started getting a lot of bad dreams about missing the train.
This one dream I had, school was over and it was dark already because it's winter. I waited for a friend to get her books and stuff before we set off to the train station, but I could only walk that annoying DREAM walk, where it feels like you're trying to push through water. When I eventually got to the station the train had pulled out. So I walked back down to wait in my school for the next train. I forget what happened then, I think my mother came on the next train, and we were both walking up to catch the train back to waterford when I noticed a huge building I'd never seen before. This big flashing Logo said, "SIERRA", and then this man walked past and asked me a question in french. I responded in perfect french, and I think he said that they were looking for people in Sierra. I applied for a job (seemingly forgetting that my mother was there and we had to catch a train, WAY to get sidetracked!) and was sitting waiting for the interviewer.
So I started messing around on this laptop, and the interviewer was on AIM, and I'm all like, "Oh, er, hi!" and he's all, "Okay, I'll be in in a minut to interview you, just gotta sort this paperwork" or something, and I'm all, "Okay." so then he walks in and it's Tim Schafer, working for Sierra, interviewing people for jobs.
I think I woke up at that point. Analyse that.
And while you're analysing it, bear in mind I despise Sierra, and I have no idea what my mother was doing at my school but it seemed normal, and Tim Schafer working for Sierra?! Was this some sort of nightmare?!
Has anybody ever gained the ability to control your dream? You can actually become concious inside of a dream. I can do this sometimes. I used to be able to do it all the time, to the extent that one day I 'woke up' inside my dream and told myself, "Okay, you're going to try sleepwalking. First, move your arm!" and after a couple of minutes that felt like I was trying to shove a ton weight, I woke up after slapping myself on the face.
Dreams are fun!