Me and My Dreams

I've mentioned my odd dreams on here before. Sometimes I really freak me out. Usually someone is trying to kill me...I think that is a manifestation of people that want to kill me in real life. I'm not sure why anyone would want to kill someone as awesome as me. It just doesn't make sense.

Anyway, I've had three VERY odd dreams lately. All very short, but I remember them.

1. My bad stepdad used to be married. Well, of course he did, he was married to my mom. But between my mom and his latest ex-wife he had another wife who wasn't very nice. Do you think mean people gravitate towards each other? If so they were perfect together. They got married when I was in college and the only thing I remember about their marriage is I had to miss the UNC v. Maryland basketball game. Whats the big deal, you may ask? Well, I had 2nd row seats behind the Carolina Team. There is a picture in the Wendy's in Carrboro that I SHOULD be in. How do I know this? The girl I was supposed to go with is in it. I never really got over it (obviously). So imagine my shock when I have a dream with her in it (they haven't been married in at least 10 years). I dreamt she won the lottery and gave me some of the money. If only that could happen in real life.

On a side note...I think dreamt looks really funny as a word.

2. I had a dream that a swan was trying to pluck my eyes out with it's beak. Yeah, they aren't so beautiful when they are going for your eyes. Huh...no pun intended.

3. Brad and I have this great friend. Brad has known him since elementary school and I met him in college. He is great, I love him like a brother. The problem...he is just like Brad. We kid around that they share a colon. Anyone who has been around Brad after Mexican food can empathize. This great friend will come visit sometimes and when he does it is just like old times. We go out to eat, watch movies, go to baseball games...just about anything. So its not entirely odd that I would dream about him. In my dream, however, I dreamt we were all in a car going somewhere. Apparently we had just eaten Mexican food because I had to roll the window down and stick my head out so I could breathe. It was as if someone put off two stink bombs in the same car...wait, that IS what they did. Anyway, I woke up as the wind was hitting my face, allowing me to breathe what I hoped wasn't my last breath. As I woke up, I realized my head was elevated, trying to breathe cleaner air because my dog had just farted and was suffocating me.