You know life is bad when you can’t decipher the littlest amount of meaning from your dreams.

Last night is had a dream.

Characters (Just to keep identities anonymous i’ll give all involved code names)

Well firstly there is me

My bestest friend from kindergarden, we’ll call her, Mary.

Guy from my work, we’ll call him Greg

Scene1: I was sitting on the floor in some strange room resembling a fashion studio, drawing a fashion figure. I look around the room to see tania as well, she is in my class. Also in the picture is Greg, he is utilizing an easel. Then in storms his girlfriend and girlfriends sister to whom i say, ‘hi’ but all i seem to get in return is a pair of dirty looks.

Scene 2: So the dirty look sisters exit and Greg comes running out form this storage room with mini square boxes of co-co pops and in a fit of anger i say to him, ‘You told her what i said didn’t you, about me and her.. not having anything in common, didn’t you, didn’t you’. But then out of no where his little square co-co pops boxes are showered with bullets so in pieces they fall to the ground and rising from the remains of the boxes are little pastries and cake slices with wings and golden feet. Flying away into the distance

The End.

(Sigh)

What. Is. That.

Adding another theory to my list:If you can’t decipher the littlest amount of meaning from your dreams then honey, your life is a mess and not even you know whats going alas being reflective in your dream.