This morning I dreamt that Michelle Martin and I snuck into a Celine Dion concert (which was really empty) through an underwater factory/fun house. When we finally got out of the water (after almost drowning from getting confused by all the fun house mirrors) we came to a supply room with thousands upon thousands of Cineplex movie dollars. After stuffing our pockets and making note of how to get back to that room from the auditorium itself, we went in and found my family. The people sitting behind me were old friends from high school that I had absolutely no interest in interacting with.
It was awkward. I had a bit of a sleeping panic attack when Michelle really almost drowned while being stuck in a mirrored box before I somehow got her out.
You'd think I was making this stuff up, but I really have been dreaming it! For some strange reason my dreams are so vivid these days.
*this part is added after I originally wrote the post*
So I just remembered that there was actually a journey that led up to sneaking into the concert with Michelle. We were in a boat. A crappy one but it was like a big ship. And there were huge waves coming along the body of water we were sailing on. And we were parallel to the waves and we tried to keep turning the boat to cut straight into the waves to no avail.
Then all of a sudden there was some sort of crossway in the water, where there was a little path leading to an X...where the water could go into four different directions but some strange weather pattern caused fou to rise into the air and take up the all four entrances to this small X-type area and it was when we entered the whirlpool (much to my argument) on our side that we ended up in the underground warehouse/fun house.
The end... :S
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