I Don't Mean To Bite, But...

I got outta class today and had the weirdest dream. It had all started 'cause I was hungry and had been cravin' for Chinese food for about a week. So me, being my thoughtful self, asked my boo if he wanted some Chinese food too, then that way we could retreat back to my room, chill and fill our bellies. So after we ate and everything, I got sleepy and passed out on my boo.
Now, I don't mean to bite, because I know another blogger that I love to read posted about a weird n' wacky dream she had, but I felt like I had to post this 'cause it just made no sense. It's kind of long, but please, bear with me

Thing's that happened in the beginning are pretty vague. My boyfriend is in the dream and he screws five women. Somehow, there was a reason behind why he did. It was two white girls and three black girls that he had sex with. He did them all kind of back to back throughout the day. I don't know how, but somehow I could see it going on periodically. And there were like internet pictures or videos from a cell phone or something. I remember saying something like,
" You must've caught her right when she was about to cum," because of the intense look on her face. She had looked like she was about to cry and I saw his hand rested on her boob. It was like I was lookin' at her in a snapshot or something. Weird. Anyhoo...He responded by saying,
"Yea, she was," smiling when he said it. I remember throughout the dream becoming bitter because it hurt me to think of him screwing or making love to someone else. I ended up having random attitudes with him and saying smart ass comments about his sexual relations especially if we were together and would run into one of the women he had sex with. The women would always try to flash him a sexy smile and say, "Hey DJ." I would constantly make comments about him having sex with other women, pissed off because I felt like I would have to die not being able to experience other men's sex. He would always say I knew the reason why he had to do it (although when I woke up, I couldn't remember for the life of me, why he did it).

I remembered saying something to him about it one last time. Then suddenly, I was in either MY car or A car (I can't remember). I remember my car was going downhill in the direction of the Multipurpose Building in front of Natt/Brad.
For some odd reason the track team was having practice in this ditch ( it's really not a ditch there) in front of Houts/Hosey. I remember seeing one of the runners that I know, Eric Moore, because I was trying not to hit him with my car. I had something in my hand, I believe it was food and I was trying to bust a u-ie in the street, but I couldn't really do it becaues I didn't want to fall in the ditch and then I didn't want to hit the cars that were on the street. The street did seem narrower than normal. I finally get turned around and then I'm suddenly in between these cars and the curb. So, I look ahead and it's no longer the dorms, it's some kind of building and i see two police officers staring at me. I figure I'm already in trouble with them for turning bad, so I just drive on up, praying I don't hit these other cars. All the while, I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, while driving up there.

The surroundings change and my car is parked in a car garage or something like it. I get out the car and all of a sudden, it starts to rain hard as hell, so hard that when some hit me, it was a little painful. I'm standing in the middle of the garage and suddenly, people start running in screaming, heading in for shelter from the rain. The rain then starts blowing into the garage at full force and then the middle floor of the garage starts coming up and reveals a stairway that leads down underground into what is probably a "safe" spot in case of bad weather. A voice comes over in a loud speaker, compelling people to get in if they fear for their safety. I can't remember whether or not he says whether it's a tornado or a hurricane seconds away from where he stands. It's pure chaos around me as I try to figure out whether or not I'll go down. He starts counting down from 60 seconds telling people, almost pleading, to go down in the safe place so that lives can be saved. People are screaming and I can faintly see to the bottom and lights are flickering and water is leaking in. It's so far down I can't help but be a little scared and think what if I can't get out from down there, but at the same time I don't want to be caught in the storm because things are getting pretty bad. What if I get stuck? But when he gets to ten seconds, my mind is made up. I jump down hurriedly just as the top of this thing is closing.

The surroundings change once again and I'm talking to my old suitemate she's taking wet clothes out of this huge, oversized dryer that's set in the wall of this underground shelter. I'm sitting down talking and laughing and then I wake up with an intense, painful headache wondering what the hell it all meant. I'm puzzled...what y'all think?