Interesting, Rez
I had another bad dream last night.... Chris was in it *exbf and best friend still... its so emo it'd make u sick LOL*
It actually started out promisingly amusing
I was watching a play to support the drama department at my old high school except it was like a major arena

and my ex friend Amy was there, and my bud Jenni was there too, amy and i kept fighting, because kurt cobain was in the front row and he had dyed his hair, and i tried to kiss him but then started to laugh, and amy got really jealous and freaked out and ran away, jenni was just in awe cuz kurt was there. It was Weiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiird man. he had orangey ish hair. Kurt cobain in a dream for me is a first. haha. anyway, somehow i ended up in part two of the dream...
I was riding the school bus out to my dads house... in the summer, and there were some guys that i went to school with being jerks or something, and one of them made a comment about a girl that needed to get past in the aisle and she rubbed against him like his arm or something? and he was like *insert stupid sexual comment here* and then i got angry and did the same to him like revenge or something *that doesnt make sense but thats what i did in the dream* and i made some smartass comment like OH WOOPS IM SORRY boohoo ...

and then i sat back down, and as i was about ready to get off the bus to my dads house my ex bf was onthe bus and he wouldnt talk to me, i started getting upset and saying "Whats the big deal? He was an asshole, i didnt know you could see me anyway." So chris gets upset but agrees to talk to me more at my dads house, so he gets out of the car and someone picks him up on the side of the road while we're walking, and i start running and running and running, i cant catch up to him *the car*.... and then i gave up, ran to my dads house, and i was looking at rooms, they seemed like they were from different dreams that i had before, *creepy* and they had all this old stuff from when i was a kid, super messy, books stuffed animals pictures my old violin etc...... they werent rooms id ever actually seen in real life though, but anyway, i walked into this library ish room and i kept yelling for chris, and for my dad too, and noone woudl answer,
I opened this huge door, it looked like a barn door, and there was a huge fuckin spider underneath it, i screamed HOLY FUCK!

@myself ,.. slammed the door trying to squish it, didnt succeed, then i, of course, FELL DOWN, and lost track of where the spider was. im talking very big spider, sept it wasnt the hairy ones, it looked like a garden spider *gets chills just from thinking about it*... and i remember inteh dream rolling around just screaming my face off, lol then i stood up and was still scared, screaming for my dad or chris, then I started waking up, i heard the telephone *in real life and in my dream* and then in my dream, i found my dad;s room and he was onthe telephone with somebody. He told me to clean my room, and not worry about stupid spiders... then i woke up.
I used to analyze my dreams all the time, and apparently im having some insecurity issues, especially with male figures (dad, ex bf)... afraid of being alone.... hmm. and im just arachnophobic anyway so that makes sense on its own.