My dreams are a pretty good indication of just how out of control my imagination is. I have dreams with whole plot lines - just the other day I woke up and ran to my computer to frantically write down a dream I had as a possible story idea. So, I thought I’d share a few of my crazy dreams, and see if anybody wants to take a whack at analyzing me…though that might be a bit scary…
I Wanted to Save My Frog, But I Couldn’t Find My Ninja Pants
Yeah, this is one of my all time favorites! So it starts out with my boyfriend (a totally fake dream boyfriend with a non-face, of course) and I sitting in the Walmart parking lot in Bozeman, MT. He is bleeding profusely from his arm, and I am going inside to get some bandages. He got knifed in a skirmish with an opposing gang (yeah, I’m in a gang…in Bozeman, MT. I didn’t say these dreams were logical), and we didn’t want to go to the hospital for fear of alerting the police to our activities.
When I come back out to the car from my shopping trip, however, he is gone – with a note in the passenger seat. He had been kidnapped by the opposing gang! Oh nos! Well, except I’m not that bummed about it. Apparently I didn’t like my boyfriend that much, because when I discovered it was a ransom note – boyfriend for the leader of the gang – who was also my dream best friend – I shrugged and decided he didn’t need saving. I guess my dream self is an asshole.
So I head back to the hideout, which is a small white house on the beautiful south side of Bozeman. I walk in to chaos. It was attacked by that jerky gang, and everything is a mess – furniture overturned, people bleeding in bathtubs, and, gasp, the raiders had stolen my special magic frog, the pride of my gang!
So naturally I wanted to go rescue my frog immediately (despite not caring about my boyfriend’s predicament). There was only one problem. In all the rucus of the attack, my ninja pants got misplaced! I couldn’t find them anywhere, and there was no way I could rescue my precious frog without them. The dream ends with me frantically digging through the mess on my floor, trying to find them. I never did find out whether I rescued my frog or not…
The Glee Club are Zombie Killers
This is one from this week. Apparently I was really excited about Glee Season 4 starting up, because the cast played a major role in this very scary dream.
So it starts out that I’m a guard at a zombie prison. And no, I have no idea why someone in my dreamscape thought it would be a good idea to have a zombie prison. My partners in guarding? The Glee cast…with Mr. Schue as the head honcho of the squad. Unfortunately, there was no singing and dancing…but there was a prison break.
Flash to us frantically driving down the road, trying to escape the hoards of now escaped zombies following us and ripping people to shreds on the way. Yeah, it was pretty gruesome. We all have guns and nightsticks, and are using them liberally. Rachel looks pretty hot with a rifle on her shoulder…
All of the sudden I’m a girl at an all female dorm, hiding in the top bunk as the school is taken over by zombies. I’m seriously watching my dormmate get eaten in front of me until the Glee cast busts through the door and beats the zombies to death with their nightsticks. The only way to escape the hundreds of zombies banging at the door? Climbing out of the window, which was a ridiculous amounts of stories high. Yeah, did I mention I HATE heights? So, luckily I was freaking out enough in my sleep for my cat to jump on my chest and purr frantically until I woke up.
While the cast of Glee killing zombies isn’t anything I’d want to miss, I’m hoping this isn’t a repeat dream…I had some serious issues falling back asleep after that one!
So…anybody else have REM cycles as interesting as mine on an almost nightly basis? If so, I’d love to know I’m not alone. Yeah, I geek out even in my sleep.