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DREAM ANALYSIS...SAY WHAT?!

DREAM ANALYSIS...SAY WHAT?!

    Because your typical post long run, semi end of the week post won't be here til tomorrow and I have a minute to blog...so here we are! The first post that isn't super running/fitness related in a minute. I just had to...especially with how whacked out these dreams have been. Like, I have just been anticipating a lot of dreams centered on running with my first ever half-marathon looming on the horizon...but nooooo! Heck, it would make total sense if I was having a shit ton of dreams where Mak gave me life advice since lord knows I need it. Again, nope, just these weird (and not all that random but also still unexpected) dreams.

    For starters, I would like to say that when I decided to become a psychology minor during the fall of my sophomore year of college I did so to learn about the cool psychological shit. I know, I know, it could all technically be classified as cool, but like the really out there stuff and of course dream analysis cause DUH. Who wouldn't want to know what the fuck their dreams mean. Sadly, I have learned like zero of that stuff. And I am currently on my last psychology course that is all about memory and shit. Shoot. However, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to be "that person" who completely over analyzes their dreams and finds all sorts of hidden meanings/signs. Aka that my dreams are legit somehow predicting the future.

    A prime example, I legit had a dream a few days back where someone (I honestly don't even remember who or the situation at all) asked how I got this big ass bruise on my bicep. And I had some dumb ass explanation like oh I gave blood. REALLY? Anyhow, I legit woke up the next day and HAD A FREAKING BRUISE ON MY RIGHT BICEP. WHAT? Yeah, so clearly my dreams are predicting the future and that is a very scary thought indeed. Also, clearly I need to be writing down my dreams like the next day while I am doing my incline walking post-long run. So, that way I can then transfer the "Good Stuff" here for no one or with my luck everyone I know to read...and laugh at.

    Obviously considering I have links for this blog on every fudging social media account I have...I cannot exactly type a play by play of what happens in these messed up dreams. Because, there is gonna be that one person who stumbles upon these post and totally thinks I actually have some control over who is in my dreams and what happens...HA I WISH. If that were the case, a. my dreams who involved a whole lot more running and a whole lot more dogs and b. I would make sure that I didn't say or do anything stupid. 

    I'm guessing that you probably clicked on this post hoping for an insight into my mind...and my dreams. Well, I guess I should at least include a little bit of the craziness I have been dealing with lately. I mean, otherwise the title is kind of pointless...right?

    Okay, well this dream actually happened last night so I sort of remember it...and boy was it awkward. I mean REAL AWKWARD. First of all, I think I was in a college classroom...in some random building on campus that I totally did not recognize. And of course the room just had to be filled with people I went to high school with, like yeah that makes total sense. But, like we were still in high school (I think?) and we were like looking through pictures of when we were kids and we were doing this in like groups of 4-5 people. And I don't remember who was in my group except that it was all guys and me and I was super pissed. Like, really, REALLY PISSED.

    And then at some point, we weren't in that classroom anymore and I think we were outside in the wilderness somewhere...like by a lake or something. And after that I don't remember anything else. I'm sure some other crazy/random/off the wall stuff happened though. Oh, I do remember why I was super pissed about the people I got stuck in that damn group with...they were laughing at me because they thought it was so funny that they found me in this one picture and were gonna show it to someone else in the other group that they thought I liked and I remember exactly what I had word for word, "Jokes on you guys 'cause I haven't had a crush on anyone since 2009!"

    So...if you've stuck around for this entire post you probably already have your own idea of what this dreams means. Well, good for you, because I am completely lost. Even more lost than I was when I was in the dream because I knew it was a dream and I did not want to be there...but like I couldn't exactly run away because I HAD NO CLUE WHERE THE HECK TO RUN TO. Might make this a weekly/bi-weekly thing if my dreams are memorable and I actually have time. 

THAT WAS FUN...FOR LIKE A MINUTE

THAT WAS FUN...FOR LIKE A MINUTE

7 PUKEY MILES // THE IMPORTANCE OF STRETCHING

7 PUKEY MILES // THE IMPORTANCE OF STRETCHING