so i remembered another dream i had last night. its pretty straightforward.
i go visit this little old lady with cookies who prophesizecies to me about what happens later on in my dream [sounds like the matrix]. i never remember dream dialogue so forget about what she said. it was basically something along the lines of i was in danger from some group who was after what i had in my head, some sort of important knowledge. [i’m thinking it was like something like what is in the head of the dude in the movie pi]. so then i leave and my dream cuts to me waking up after i’ve been captured. i’m wearing red-edged underoos™ [minus the undershirt and by the way, the old woman predicted this] and i’m in some sort of psychiatric cell. i know that somehow i’ve given my knowledge away and that i have to get some place rather quickly before something bad happens. so i bust out, beat up an orderly and take his shirt which says ‘feminist chicks dig me’ [i actually own this shirt and the old lady predicted that too] and tuck it into my underoos and then hop on a subway/el which takes me to wherever i needed to go to stop the bad guys and then i get killed [the parallax view].
no i didn’t wake up after being killed, i just went on to dreaming about something else.
Man, the mental image of you running around with a shirt stuffed into underroos is not what I wanted on a monday morning.