Log Cabin in the Snow
Notes: ...
Foods Eaten: Pizza!
Dream Location: Log Cabin somewhere in the cold?
The Dream:
I was in a house, it seemed very log cabin like. I was hanging out with someone, but they kept changing images. The person started as my boyfriend, but then turned into my old friend, Christian, then back to my boyfriend. Whatever the case, my mom was making fajitas in the kitchen. The person I was with sat down at a small, square, wooden table in the kitchen while we waited for my mom to finish cooking. When she did, she brought us each a plate, and we started eating. I distinctly remember the person being my boyfriend at that moment, and he looked up and exclaimed, "Mine are better!" (He was referring to his fajitas... and he does make some damn good fajitas...).
We finished eating, then walked outside onto a porch, that had stairs leading down to a walkway. Snow covered the ground. We grabbed the lid of a trash can and started repeatedly sliding down the snow covered stairs on top of it... ghetto sled. After a while, we walked away. The person, who was now distinctly Christian, said he had to go. I clung on to him, wanting him to stay. When I asked why he had to leave, he said he was going to a baseball game. Just then, a bus showed up in front of the walkway to pick him up. He was standing behind me at this point, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders/neck in a tight but friendly hug from behind.
Woke up?
Foods Eaten: Pizza!
Dream Location: Log Cabin somewhere in the cold?
The Dream:
I was in a house, it seemed very log cabin like. I was hanging out with someone, but they kept changing images. The person started as my boyfriend, but then turned into my old friend, Christian, then back to my boyfriend. Whatever the case, my mom was making fajitas in the kitchen. The person I was with sat down at a small, square, wooden table in the kitchen while we waited for my mom to finish cooking. When she did, she brought us each a plate, and we started eating. I distinctly remember the person being my boyfriend at that moment, and he looked up and exclaimed, "Mine are better!" (He was referring to his fajitas... and he does make some damn good fajitas...).
We finished eating, then walked outside onto a porch, that had stairs leading down to a walkway. Snow covered the ground. We grabbed the lid of a trash can and started repeatedly sliding down the snow covered stairs on top of it... ghetto sled. After a while, we walked away. The person, who was now distinctly Christian, said he had to go. I clung on to him, wanting him to stay. When I asked why he had to leave, he said he was going to a baseball game. Just then, a bus showed up in front of the walkway to pick him up. He was standing behind me at this point, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders/neck in a tight but friendly hug from behind.
Woke up?
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