weird dreams part II

i had several dreams this morning. first dream: i was talking to an old boyfriend and he was telling me about all the boys he'd slept with recently...18 of them. i told him he was a man-slut and was probably breaking a lot of man-hearts. then somehow i was outside of his friends house and it was summer. i met his girlfriend and she was talking about how great he was in bed. then he heard i was outside and came running out of the house to see me, and he was dressed to go golfing. his shirt was neon orange and had the shape of a tea cup around the middle (as pictured above, because i think it deserves a visual representation lol). i don't remember much else of that dream. i remember he was about to tell me something and i then i woke up. i remember being bummed i woke up caz he was going to tell me something i wanted to hear.

dream two. i only remember fragments of it. i was in washington and walking by the white house, right below a balcony window with my friends cousin (i think) and winnie the pooh (in cartoon form) who was holding a bag. we look up at the balcony and these two guys lean over and wave down to us (one of them was supposed to be obama) and winnie the pooh and i took their picture, then kept walking. i think we were trying to steal something or save someone. then i remember being in a place that kind of looked like walmart but the isles were really long and the stacks of shelves went very high up. i had to run through these isles with the people who were with me, i think it was craig, kelsey and craigs cousin erik. on the shelves were tons of necklace chains and we had to grab all the gold ones. erik and i are running around trying to grab all the necklaces we needed when on my walkie talkie craig told us to get down and watch out. so we ran and dove onto the floor and i tried to protect who i was with (now i'm with a girl but it wasn't kelsey) and i throw myself over them expecting a giant explosion or something, but find out over my walkie talkie that the bad guy andrew (an old boss of mine who i'm actually friends with in real life) has come to get treasure or a weapon or something and we spy on him from around the corner. then i woke up.

dear me,
what is going on in that subconscious? your dreams are messed up.
yours truly,
yourself.

p.s: if you ever actually think about the names of things like "walkie talkie" the names are pretty silly. "hmm what should we call this thing that you can walk and talk with at the same time?!"