Connor's Blog

This dream took place in my homes spare room - which in real life is practically just a smallish square room with one wall being a full glass sliding door; Although in this dream the spare room had our kitchen attached to the side, which then lead to a hallway that i never saw down. Normally the sliding door has a large curtain covering it which was absent in this dream. The room was empty apart from a table which we were all sitting around playing poker or some sort of card game (we being me and some random school chums- Aman in particular, having been one of my best friends in highschool). Although i didnt notice Aman at first as i had been doing so well in the game, as soon as i lost a hand i looked up and saw Aman, he appeared not to have seen me yet. I proceeded to stand up and make my way over to Aman, when i got to Aman i initiated a fake hug kiss thing, pretending like i was super happy to see him, hiding the fact that i was actually very happy to see him. Im not sure if Aman had thought that this gesture was seriously gay or he wasnt sure how to recact but he then ‘dick-flicked’ me, which turned out to be ridiculously strong and had hurled me through the glass window. I was lying on a large shard of glass halfway through the window; My main concern was if the shard was inside me and i was bleeding out but everyone else was saying things like “aw connor, how could you break the window” “what are you doing”.. etc. As if it was my fault Amans dickflick threw me into the window. 15 minutes or so must have passed and it was me and a few other in the kitchen attachment of the spare room, me thinking i had reintegrated myself into the party vibe of the night. I then realized a significant number of people had purposely left the kitchen leaving me and Aman. Me and Aman just stood there feeling like outcasts but still talking about random stuff and getting along. Josh Whelan (my best friend from primary until present day) then walked in from the hallway, he appeared to have a bowl of noodles which i just knew was three packets worth. Me and Aman both admired his bowl of noodles when i said something like “man, i wish i could have three packets.. way too many carbs; I only ever have one and its never satisfying” (Which im not sure why i would say that as i cant even have one packet of noodles on my diet, nor would i want three packets anyway - one fills me plenty). The dream then ended