I don't know if I should feel disturbed or perplexed by last night's dream.
The first part or maybe second, I don't really remember the sequence of when took place earlier or later, might probably have stemmed from my incessant obsession with a certain show called 'Prison Break' for the past week.
I could've sworn that I wasn't actually in a dream if I hadn't woken up from it. I was surrounded by the Fox River Eight in a place which might have been outside the prison walls which means they've escaped and I might have been aiding them or something to escape from the bastardized hands of Bellick and Mahone. Anyway, with the details of the actual events of my dream slipping away now, all I can visually and correctly recall is that Abruzzi kissed me on the mouth.
Yeah. Why couldn't it have been Wentworth Miller? Believe me I want to know why it wasn't him who was in my dream. It was odd and surreal in a way that I actually thought it was reality. Somehow I actually wished it was real but only for a moment.
On to the second part of the dream, I had met up with several friends, both old and new, in this market or night market and was just generall milling around and talking and chatting about our life in general and all that. This wasn't the weird part of the dream but just something I felt need to be said just for posterity of it.
Some dreams are just not meant to be decrypted. But I'm sure I've said this before anyway.
The first part or maybe second, I don't really remember the sequence of when took place earlier or later, might probably have stemmed from my incessant obsession with a certain show called 'Prison Break' for the past week.
I could've sworn that I wasn't actually in a dream if I hadn't woken up from it. I was surrounded by the Fox River Eight in a place which might have been outside the prison walls which means they've escaped and I might have been aiding them or something to escape from the bastardized hands of Bellick and Mahone. Anyway, with the details of the actual events of my dream slipping away now, all I can visually and correctly recall is that Abruzzi kissed me on the mouth.
Yeah. Why couldn't it have been Wentworth Miller? Believe me I want to know why it wasn't him who was in my dream. It was odd and surreal in a way that I actually thought it was reality. Somehow I actually wished it was real but only for a moment.
On to the second part of the dream, I had met up with several friends, both old and new, in this market or night market and was just generall milling around and talking and chatting about our life in general and all that. This wasn't the weird part of the dream but just something I felt need to be said just for posterity of it.
Some dreams are just not meant to be decrypted. But I'm sure I've said this before anyway.
