Sinister

I had a dream Monday night that I've been meaning to post about all week. It was extremely odd.

I'm in Mrs L's room at my school, at some mix between art and French class. Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter books came in and told me that my left arm was evil and would have to be cut off halfway between my shoulder and my elbow. I totally freaked out and started crying. I ran over to where Beth was sitting, still crying, and she hugged me and rubbed my back before calling Ed over to comfort me so she could keep working. He picked me up and carried me to some other room that had a couch on it. He sat down and held me in his lap, stroking my hair and whispering comforting phrases. I was in the fetal position and ended up crying myself to sleep. After awhile Maria, his girlfriend and one of my good friends, came in and sat on the other side of me. I had woken up when she came in and started crying again, so they both comforted me until I cried myself to sleep again.

That's when I woke up. How weird is that? Why is my left arm so evil that it needs to be cut off, according to my subconcious? Why did Beth give me to Ed to be comforted, and where the heck did we go? None of it makes any sense. It's not like Beth is my best friend, and I definitely don't lust after Ed or anything. Maria is the only person whose presence makes any sense, because she's one of my better friends, but it's still weird.

SIgh. Whatever. I don't pretend to always understand my dreams.