As usual, I had weird dreams when I got to sleep late on Sunday. What's slightly unusual is that I dreamed about two people on my flist ( Read more... )

For some reason on the past two mornings I dreamed the same dream: that I was Ted Danson, hosting the Emmys, while drunk. What's more, I was wearing a costume that was a replica of a giant computer monitor (not the flat-screened kind), with my head protruding out of the top; it was for a sketch on the show. Since I didn't want to ruin the surprise ( Read more... )

I managed to get to bed by 9:30 last night, for once, although it took me a long time to get to sleep ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream.

Teri, Sebastian and I were in the city, in a crowded public area. Somehow Sebastian got away from us. We searched and searced, but couldn't find him. Finally the police got involved as well.

Finally I found him. His hand, that is. It had been cut off and sealed in a zip-lock baggie. I found it stuck inside the sleeve of ( Read more... )

My dreams this morning were surreal. I think it's because I'm sick.

First, I suddenly realized that I was in a dream. But there wasn't much I could do about it ( Read more... )

It was a night of strange dreams. First, I dreamed about Monty Python ( Read more... )

Damn, my dreams can get strange. Particularly lately. This morning I dreamed that Homer Simpson was knocked up into the air, ending up stuck behind the jet of a large jet plane. A creature something like the gremlin in the The Twilight Zone was dancing around on the roof of the plane, except that it didn't look anything like a gremlin; it was more ( Read more... )

So Teri and I were driving around an old-fashioned neighborhood when we saw fire licking up out of some of the storm drains. It turned out there was some sort of building with an internal fire pit nearby, and the flames sometimes traveled along the sewers and came out in other places. The sewer grates looked like barbecue grills ( Read more... )

Advice: I've been going a bit insane with the advice column; it's really kind of addictive (obligatory joke: "Now I know how George W. Bush feels about wine and cocaine". Updated version: "Now I know how George W. Bush feels about wine, cocaine, lying in order to send poor young people off to die in Iraq, and shredding the Bill of Rights*Anyway, I' ( Read more... )

Got virtually no sleep last night. Looked at the clock every fifteen to twenty minutes and went downstairs to blow my nose. Caught snatches of sleep every now and again with the most bizarre dreams; very realistic and detailed. My dreams are so cool! And the interesting thing is that this was a sequential dream; the same dream continued every time ( Read more... )