Tuesday, 22 January 2019

Oh, Ok Then

For whatever reason, in my dream last night I was in jail.  (Or prison, I don't know)

I haven't watched Wentworth recently, or Orange is the New Black or anything so not sure why my brain went there.

The main issues in the dream were clothes, because everyone had the cool sweaters (like Wentworth I guess, more choice in clothing although only in beige or navy blue) and I didn't.  Apparently someone comes in now and then and sells them, so I'd have to wait, and get money.  And then I didn't know how to do laundry and my socks needed washed (just like in real life, always with the socks needing washed!) 

And then at the end of the dream my "friends" (again, no idea how I knew them but they kind of looked like the Spice Girls a bit...) were sad because one of their sisters had died.  And when we had the group assembly (I dunno!) they were holding the funeral but I had to stand on the roof because I was new.

So, you know, that's a thing that my brain decided to do.


Jason Langlois said...

Our brains are sometimes not our friends.

Victoria said...

They're so weird...