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I feel asleep for a few hours and woke up just now, and this is what I remember of my dream:
I was going to a really high class beauty pageant with my friends, who dared me to do it. I wasn't really into it at first, but when my mom and I got there, we were both stunned. We drove for hours in a flying van through a bunch of enormous cities and highway systems to get to the pageant, which was at the top of a huge mountain. It was like a mansion at the top. We sat down at the huge table with my friends, and we all got our dresses on. Mine was the most beautiful of all of them. White, knee-length. Simple, but elegant.
My mom decided all of a sudden that she wanted to look around before the pageant started, so the two of us went into a little shop. At the register, I saw a little cup of razors and felt my leg, finding it wasn't smooth at all, and begged my mom to buy me one so I could win. My mom refused, saying that $7.00 was too much for a razor, so I stole a pocketknife from one of the racks and tried to shave my legs in the bathroom (at this point, I watched myself go into the bathroom. I practically watched my body do it on its own). When I came back out, I was me again, but my dress was all slit up on the middle and looked awful. I quickly layered it with a purple tank top hoping no one would notice.
When the pageant started, I watched all my friends go, and then I went. The judge told me, "Your dress is ripped. That just won't work. You're disqualified." and I told him to "f**k off". Which is something I would never say in person, so I was clearly mad.
Then, afterward was a dance. My crush arrived in the room, and I ran up to say hi to him, but he turned away, saying my dress looked disgusting, and proceeded to dance with another girl. I started to cry, and the judge had me escourted out because I looked gross with tears running down my face. When I was thrown out, they left me at the bottom of the mountain in the middle of a city stuck in a civil war. There were soldiers everywhere. One backed me up against a wall and pointed a gun at my face. Then, a guy from my ceramics class crouched in front of me with his arms spread out, saying, "don't shoot her, shoot me". I shoved him out of the way and the two of us ran, and he started hitting the soldiers trying to kill us, and at the very end he told me I was beautiful and I cried happy tears.
Is there a meaning to this dream at all? It seems like there is, but I can't put my finger on it.
I was going to a really high class beauty pageant with my friends, who dared me to do it. I wasn't really into it at first, but when my mom and I got there, we were both stunned. We drove for hours in a flying van through a bunch of enormous cities and highway systems to get to the pageant, which was at the top of a huge mountain. It was like a mansion at the top. We sat down at the huge table with my friends, and we all got our dresses on. Mine was the most beautiful of all of them. White, knee-length. Simple, but elegant.
My mom decided all of a sudden that she wanted to look around before the pageant started, so the two of us went into a little shop. At the register, I saw a little cup of razors and felt my leg, finding it wasn't smooth at all, and begged my mom to buy me one so I could win. My mom refused, saying that $7.00 was too much for a razor, so I stole a pocketknife from one of the racks and tried to shave my legs in the bathroom (at this point, I watched myself go into the bathroom. I practically watched my body do it on its own). When I came back out, I was me again, but my dress was all slit up on the middle and looked awful. I quickly layered it with a purple tank top hoping no one would notice.
When the pageant started, I watched all my friends go, and then I went. The judge told me, "Your dress is ripped. That just won't work. You're disqualified." and I told him to "f**k off". Which is something I would never say in person, so I was clearly mad.
Then, afterward was a dance. My crush arrived in the room, and I ran up to say hi to him, but he turned away, saying my dress looked disgusting, and proceeded to dance with another girl. I started to cry, and the judge had me escourted out because I looked gross with tears running down my face. When I was thrown out, they left me at the bottom of the mountain in the middle of a city stuck in a civil war. There were soldiers everywhere. One backed me up against a wall and pointed a gun at my face. Then, a guy from my ceramics class crouched in front of me with his arms spread out, saying, "don't shoot her, shoot me". I shoved him out of the way and the two of us ran, and he started hitting the soldiers trying to kill us, and at the very end he told me I was beautiful and I cried happy tears.
Is there a meaning to this dream at all? It seems like there is, but I can't put my finger on it.