I had a really interesting dream recently. It made absolutely no sense, but surprisingly I remember it days later.
So, here it is:
I was at home, in this strange apartment or duplex that I did not recognize. The place had amazing lighting, was pretty bright and open and generally a nice spot. But for some reason, this place had an insane amount of traffic. People were literally walking through my back door, straight through the living-room and right out the front door, apparently on their way to their own apartment. This was going on and it didn’t even seem to phase me. It was like business as usually. Well, that was until one particular guy showed up.
So this guy walks into my apartment, and instead of doing like everyone else and walking through the living-room and out of the front door, he decides to stop and proceed to start taking my clothes out of my clothes hamper and replace it with his clothes (I’m assuming his dirty clothes at that). Apparently this was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and I said to him “Bro, that the hell are you doing with my clothes?”. He stops replacing my clothes with his, looks up at me and says “Bro, you don’t want these problems”, in a very low and threatening voice. I told him “Oh yes I do, so if we’re going to do this…let’s do this”. So we proceed to fight.
I was getting the best of his ass. It wasn’t even close. I was slapping this goofball around like a rag-doll. It was sad. All of a sudden, he disappears and starts knocking me around. I stepped back and said to him “Oh, this is why you were so quick to raise up and fight, because you can disappear on some sneaky shit”. I won’t lie, this guy was getting the best of me with his little trick, but slowly but surely I figured his movements out and started turning the tables on him.
After going back and forth, I the dream kind of just tapered off and I woke up, thinking to myself “okay, that made absolutely no sense at all”. I know the ending is not all that exciting, but that’s what it was.
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