I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with everything.
I don't do drugs, but the dream I just had makes me wonder if perhaps my parents did? Or that there is something that I need less of in my diet?
Because in two hours I managed to dream the following WTF scenario:
For some reason, my boyfriend (who didn't look like Shawn) asked me to take his cats (who didn't look like Tuppence, because these were fuzzy... honestly, I think I was mixing the Edry's Bengals with my boss's cats) to the vet. So I was driving, British-style, with the driver's stuff on the RIGHT side of the car, and all is good. Then the female cat figured out where we are going (the male didn't care, apparently), and literally tried to RIP MY HEAD OFF. Claws, teeth, my face, my glasses (why was I in my glasses?), my hands - ACK! I crashed my "boyfriend's" car and there was blood everywhere from the cat scratches, but I was OK to walk and everything. The cat had utterly lost it's mind and was careening around like it was possessed by the devil itself.
Thankfully, my "boyfriend's" parent's house was right next to the vet, so his lovely mother (of which I've never met Shawn's) took me and my boyfriend and MY mom, who appeared out of nowhere, down to this room, had me sit in a chair, and it STARTED TO FLY. My boyfriend wasn't coming with me, but my mom was, and so we took a door off of its hinges, and I held to one handle and she held to the other and hung on for the ride. And off we flew to...
My old grade-school friend Heather Remsen's wedding - her 2nd to be exact. Apparently she was getting married on top of Mission Ridge (a ski resort near Wenatchee) on New Year's Day. My mother and I parachute down just in time to see the bride walk down her snowy aisle (everyone cheered for us, yay!). I'm not sure why I was invited to her 2nd wedding, since I wasn't invited to her first, not having talked with her since about 9th grade. She was wearing some bizarre flat-brimed party hat with dangly "Happy New Year" letters in front of her eyes, and a multilayered, multicolored paper veil that you could decorate as she walked down the aisle, since it unrolled like a paper towel roll.
I looked around, and here was my old childhood friend Heather Allen, who never knew the bride but got an invitation and came up to see, bringing her boyfriend (which I found odd, because she is married with 2 kids in Nebraska). And this guy was... WOW. He was pierced in a place I didn't know you could be pierced - it was like a sideways naval piercing, but the bottom of it went through the TOP of his scrotom (I could see this because he was wearing a black leather goth-style loincloth hanging from a metal belt). When he was turned around to reach for something, his balls turned purple from lack of blood. The piercing ring was as thick as 2 of my fingers.
So after staring at this guy, saying "wow, that looks like it hurts..." and turned back to the wedding procession. People had busted out the glitter to decorate this god-awful shiney paper veil, and as I'm going to reach for a pot of glitter, there is this ENORMOUS BLACK INSECT that crawls out of it. I screamed and jumped back, and the bug came out, and everyone is murmuring how odd it is to see one of these bugs on a snow-covered mountain in January. I start trying to run up the terraced side of the mountain and the disgusting bug follows me. I can't run anymore, so I stay still, trying to be invisible from it, and it starts rubbing up against, and when it finally reaches my neck...
I screamed and woke up on the couch.
Now I see why Salvador Dali freaked people out with his paintings - pretty damn accurate for being Surrealist.
Does anyone want to analyze THAT?
Because in two hours I managed to dream the following WTF scenario:
For some reason, my boyfriend (who didn't look like Shawn) asked me to take his cats (who didn't look like Tuppence, because these were fuzzy... honestly, I think I was mixing the Edry's Bengals with my boss's cats) to the vet. So I was driving, British-style, with the driver's stuff on the RIGHT side of the car, and all is good. Then the female cat figured out where we are going (the male didn't care, apparently), and literally tried to RIP MY HEAD OFF. Claws, teeth, my face, my glasses (why was I in my glasses?), my hands - ACK! I crashed my "boyfriend's" car and there was blood everywhere from the cat scratches, but I was OK to walk and everything. The cat had utterly lost it's mind and was careening around like it was possessed by the devil itself.
Thankfully, my "boyfriend's" parent's house was right next to the vet, so his lovely mother (of which I've never met Shawn's) took me and my boyfriend and MY mom, who appeared out of nowhere, down to this room, had me sit in a chair, and it STARTED TO FLY. My boyfriend wasn't coming with me, but my mom was, and so we took a door off of its hinges, and I held to one handle and she held to the other and hung on for the ride. And off we flew to...
My old grade-school friend Heather Remsen's wedding - her 2nd to be exact. Apparently she was getting married on top of Mission Ridge (a ski resort near Wenatchee) on New Year's Day. My mother and I parachute down just in time to see the bride walk down her snowy aisle (everyone cheered for us, yay!). I'm not sure why I was invited to her 2nd wedding, since I wasn't invited to her first, not having talked with her since about 9th grade. She was wearing some bizarre flat-brimed party hat with dangly "Happy New Year" letters in front of her eyes, and a multilayered, multicolored paper veil that you could decorate as she walked down the aisle, since it unrolled like a paper towel roll.
I looked around, and here was my old childhood friend Heather Allen, who never knew the bride but got an invitation and came up to see, bringing her boyfriend (which I found odd, because she is married with 2 kids in Nebraska). And this guy was... WOW. He was pierced in a place I didn't know you could be pierced - it was like a sideways naval piercing, but the bottom of it went through the TOP of his scrotom (I could see this because he was wearing a black leather goth-style loincloth hanging from a metal belt). When he was turned around to reach for something, his balls turned purple from lack of blood. The piercing ring was as thick as 2 of my fingers.
So after staring at this guy, saying "wow, that looks like it hurts..." and turned back to the wedding procession. People had busted out the glitter to decorate this god-awful shiney paper veil, and as I'm going to reach for a pot of glitter, there is this ENORMOUS BLACK INSECT that crawls out of it. I screamed and jumped back, and the bug came out, and everyone is murmuring how odd it is to see one of these bugs on a snow-covered mountain in January. I start trying to run up the terraced side of the mountain and the disgusting bug follows me. I can't run anymore, so I stay still, trying to be invisible from it, and it starts rubbing up against, and when it finally reaches my neck...
I screamed and woke up on the couch.
Now I see why Salvador Dali freaked people out with his paintings - pretty damn accurate for being Surrealist.
Does anyone want to analyze THAT?