#^@% up dream last night.
I usually don’t remember my dreams because I am either too tired or I get it mixed up with reality.
Last night or probably early this morning, I dreamt that my sister and I were running from this homeless lady who wanted my sister’s iPhone. We had our camera gear on our backs and came to this facility that resembled tree top trekking in a way; however, there were no trees, just all concrete.
We entered and started climbing, the girl catched up but then she turned into a man that somewhat resembled the Hulk, but less muscular and not green. We went left to try and escape, but the man caught up. I saw a giant red button, pushed it and we went back to where we started. This time, we went right and climbed a bunch of obstacles and then into this small area. The man eventually found us, he walked over a wooden platform which was fake and he fell through.
I found a spot in the wall that was made of Jell-o and you could go through it. I went through and called to my sister IT’S IN THE WALLS. She came through and we were on another side where there were multiple people, zombie like, that were slurring “It’s in the walls”. I told her to act like a zombie and just repeat “It’s in the walls….it’s in the walls”.
Next thing I know, and my dreams make no sense, we suddenly appeared in a giant bathroom. We ran between stalls and eventually ended up outside where our friends, who I have never seen in my life, were waiting for us.
I wonder what would of happened if I just gave my sister’s iPhone to the girl.
My 10,000th Tweet
Not sure if my 10,000th tweet deserves a victory dance or just continue my life as it was when I had 9,999 tweets.
I joined Twitter back about a year after it began. I didn’t understand it but wanted to be part of the socially cool kids on the Internet. I twittered and tried to gain followers to feel popular, but like many newbies I didn’t really fit in and my follower count didn’t increase, just like my bank account.
I deleted Twitter and rejoined later under my username Phrawr, not really caring about the follower count but just about my sarcastic tweets and photos.
Months went by and my follower count went up. People unfollowed because I didn’t follow them back; just so we’re clear, there is no rule on Twitter stating one must follow one back, especially when their tweets aren’t even in English. I also gained friends who I am grateful to have in my life, but I won’t list names as I don’t want anyone feeling left out, but you know who you are; @melrosenicole.
Do I now understand twitter? Not really, but maybe I will be this year’s end.
Until then, tweet on.