Last night I dreamt I went on a beach trip with my old elementary school, and on the way back somehow lost my goggles, rice cooker, and my ninja turtle costume. I was so upset that I made all the chaperones' lives miserable trying to find it, going as far as to search every car and every room I'd been in that day. Unfortunately, we couldn't search the first two cars cause they'd been loaned to us by pizza delivery companies and were out delivering pizzas when I discovered I'd lost my things. And then I woke up.
I'm trying not to get so upset when I lose things nowadays, but man, I was bawling in the dream the moment I found out I couldn't find my lost things. Particularly cause that ninja turtle costume was so big, and I had no idea how I could've lost it. In the long run I wasn't so upset about the things I lost, but rather the fact that I lost them... and how could I have lost them?
One of those deep psychological dreams I guess. In contrast to last night's twice repeating 9 people stuck in a cabin in the middle of a zombie apocalypse dream featuring me with invisible powers, a psycho chainsaw murderer, Glenda, Emily, future and past Jess Lau, John Locke and Pierre Chang from Lost, Sylar from Heroes, and clairvoyant chickens. -_-
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