Been a while!

Indeed it has been. After that whole nightmare scare I took a vacation from dreaming. Literally though, I had fewer dreams, and of the ones I had, I could barely remember anything. Curious...

Tonight's dream was pretty wild. I was in Europe with a couple friends at some marketplace and one of them was in the truck with me while the other was running around outside trying to not get harassed by two local dudes. The girl in the passenger seat left and two fine folks got in the truck thinking I was a cab. Oddly enough, it didn't phase me. I just started talking to them. The guy totally knew I wasn't a cab driver from the way I spoke (which by the way, I totally had an English accent the ENTIRE dream. First time for that one. STOKED) but his wife didn't catch on for a while. I wasn't doing anything better at the moment so I said I would give them a ride!

Driving stick shift in a dream is way harder than it should be. And of course I had Perry's food to snack on! I clearly recall cinnamon roll laden trash down by my feet (also not conducive to driving stick shift). We end up in some euro underground tunnel thing and get lost. The husband and I end up on foot to ask for directions and leave the wife in the truck. We go to the convenient store and this is where I find Bloodless: trail mix infused with blood orange juice extract. The husband tells me its pretty delightful and he recommends it, offering to buy it for me. Of course I decline because he and his wife are already paying me to drive them to their destination.

It's at this point I realize I don't know their names. I shake the husband's hand and exchange my name. He exchanges a folded up white envelope. Clearly, he is not interested in getting to know me on a personal level at all. He doesn't want to get 'too involved' and have to keep in touch with me. WTF mate?

The Fear

I had my first nightmare last night in 12 years. Yep, that's right. Don't get me wrong, I have had bad dreams since then but there is a difference. Mainly, bad dreams aren't scary. You don't get 'the fear.' You wake up and say to yourself, "Interesting..." You don't wake up screaming and soaked in sweat.

Although it was a very short dream, it was the worst. There was this big piece of scrap wood propped up against a mini fridge. It wasn't leaning right so I went to push on it and that's when it hit me. There was someone behind it. Everything happened so fast after that. The man jumped out from behind the wood, knocking me to the ground. He was middle aged, overweight, and naked. He held me down on the ground and proceeded to rape me. Thank my lucky little stars I woke up just before it got too graphic. I have never in my life woken up screaming until this day. It's a strange feeling. I was dripping with sweat and couldn't move (did you know your brain releases a paralytic while you are dreaming so that you can't act out what's happening? Sometimes it takes a few seconds if you wake during a dream to fully move. And, it will sometimes leave you with an unexplainable fear. Yep, it's that fear again.) Needless to say, I had a hard time going back to sleep after that...

Private Showing

I might be pretty awesome. So awesome, in fact, that Ben Folds himself would play for me and about 25 of my friends. Sweet? I think so. He was set up in a room with three walls, like he was on display. His piano was pushed up against the left wall. Of course, he wore his black rimmed glasses. I was seated on a futon with three girls (they all had blonde hair FYI) on my right and Lauren to my left. There was a spot between Lauren and me where Jacob was sitting but he got up to plug in his iPod (which was technologically advanced. I guess he has some smarts when it comes to fixing up iPods in crazy ways). There were quite a few homeless people sleeping on the floor. One to the left of Ben's piano and two to the right, in the corner of the room. There were a bunch of pillows and blankets on the right side of the room, some guys bed. Not sure where that homeless dude up and left to. He missed out on an awesome show.

Channing Tatum

Ya, I made out with him last night.

In my dreams...DUH

Oh, Paulo

Oh, Paulo...

You are my hero in your black t-shirt and white corduroy pants.

My best friend.

You saved me from Chrissy.

She was going to kill me.

It was my fault though...

I did steal her 5 silver butter knives.

I gave them back though!

I only took them 3/4 of the way around the block, flying like I normally do...

Like a front crawl in swimming.

I'm pretty good at it.

Oh , Paulo...

How glad I am to see your face, your brown eyes, your short black hair...

My best friend.

Dance, dance

It doesn't look like much (and its actually backwards, read right to left) but this dance is pretty awesome. I played a horse in a play and this was the standard 'everyone in the community knows this' dance. There was a chant to go along with it but I can only remember so much :)

To dream or not to dream...

I slept on the guys couch again last night (which is a pretty common occurrence) and woke up to Jared getting breakfast in the kitchen. I must have been rather tired because I fell back to sleep in a second and woke again to him plugging in his phone and talking out loud to himself. Again, I fell back asleep, woke up, fell back asleep, woke up....you get the picture.

Turns out, I was actually asleep the entire time. Everything I was dreaming was so normal that I thought I had woken up at least five times and fallen back asleep five times and dreamt the same normal morning routine. Have you ever fallen asleep in your dreams? It's awesome.

Once I did wake up for real, I went back to sleep for real, and had another dream.

Grey's Anatomy style, in the ER. Victim is brought in that has ebola (ew). Well, that turned out to be false and the 'girl' was some creature that was part human, part machine. She had surgical scissors for fingers on her left hand and a crazy face plate. She wore burlap like clothing, brown, boring. She screamed like she was on fire. The other doctors in the ER were determined to dissect her. One got her hand cut off by the creature.....oh wait, someone else just got their hand cut off too. Eventually, the creature was dismembered and I got to look at her skull. It was all mechanical and was still operational. It copied the sounds made by whomever was holding it. The coloring of the skull was the same as the coloring of my Estee Lauder blush compact :)