Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Then I realized that Harley tattoo neighbor man was pulling into the driveway after his night shift.
The mind is such a crazy thing - - how it can blend the conscious with the sub-conscious.
So here I am typing away wearing my reading glasses. (um, ew.) Has everyone seen the family photo on my sister's blog? You can see it here.
I mean, really. Do you see Mom with a Harley man? So not a love connection, Chuck. Try again.
I really hate when I wake up from such a vivid, and usually disturbing, dream that seems so real I have to take a few minutes and re-orient myself. I have to establish what's real and what isn't. That no, I don't have to pull my sister out of the jaws of a Great White. No, I don't have to call an apologize for cursing at my grandmother. I really don't have a broken leg. I'm not pregnant at my high school graduation, and my water didn't break the second my name was announced over the speakers. No, Elmo doesn't eat children, he's a nice monster who teaches us to read.
Perhaps I've shared a little too much without knowing it. So all yous guys out there...what's one of your favorite bizarre dreams? Please share.
One I had a few months ago centered around an alien invasion. I had figured out how to stop them and needed to get to the President ASAP.
A couple of years ago I had one where these evil beings were killing people and everyone erroneously thought I was with the evil beings because the evil beings made everyone think I was with them so everyone would turn against me. That one ended with me cornered in a store and one of the townspeople bringing a butcher knife down on me. I woke up screaming, and scared the crap out of my friend who I was sharing a room with while we were on vacation.
My head is a scary place sometimes.
Perhaps that should be the new name of my blog, with one modification:
"seriously ridiculous amounts of brain poo." I'm taking votes. Yay or nay.
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