I have the lamest recurring nightmare ever.
At least two-three nights a week I wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare in which I am in a body of water with my cell phone, which obviously breaks. That's it. My cell phone breaks.
I'm pretty sure this stems from an incident back in the summer of '05 when I willingly jumped into a swimming pool fully clothed, not realizing that I still had my cell in my pockets. I have been terrified of swimming clothed ever since.
Besides being a sad excuse for a recurring nightmare, is it possible that this dream implies that I am too dependent on technology? Wait...am I gay?
If anyone wants to analyze, that would be great, because I am sick and tired of the same lame ass nightmare over and over again. It's pathetic. Seriously, no murderers, no evil clowns, no death.....just cell phones. It's getting a bit dry, to be honest.
Have any of you ever had a lamer nightmare than that?
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