Bill Murray

From time to time I dream about famous people as I'm sure everyone does. This time is just happened to be Bill Murray, or more specifically his character from 'Lost In Translation'...

I was on my way home from work when my car starts making this awful knocking noise (just had to get a new tire so that part comes from real life). I make it home OK and call the mechanics to see what they think is wrong with my car and how much it will cost, etc. They tell me I have to bring my car in a.s.a.p. before the tires fall off (glad that didn't happen in real life!) but I cannot drive the car there, I have to have it shipped there.

I call a delivery service and a man (dressed in a UPS uniform) comes and covers my car in plastic wrap. He then picks it up with his bare hands, puts it in the back of his truck and away he goes. I'm standing on my porch watching the UPS truck drive away when I remember that for some reason the mechanics can't work on my car unless I'm at the shop and I really need my car finished that day so I can get to work the next day. Frantically I start calling everyone I know to see if they can give me a ride but no one answers the phone.

Suddenly Bill Murray turns the corner onto my block and starts leisurely walking towards my house. He can hear me making call after call, leaving frantic messages for someone to drive me to work and he stops in front of my house, waiting for me to finish making calls.

When I finally put my phone away-still with no ride to the mechanics-he says hello then suggests that I take the train with him to the mechanics since he's headed there himself (there is obviously not a passenger train that runs through East Detroit and if there were Bill Murray wouldn't be on it but this is a dream, after all). I realize it's my only option and Bill seems like a nice guy so I walk with him to the train.

It doesn't take long, we're just instantly there. From the outside it looks like an ordinary train but when we get inside the passenger car it's very small and looks more like the inside of an elevator instead of a train, it even has polished brass bars on the walls to hang onto. The elevator-train doors slide closed and Bill and I are the only ones in the car. He warns me that this is the super express train and that we'll be traveling so fast I'll be able to feel g-forces pushing me back towards the walls.

The train starts to move and it seems OK to me at first but I can tell we are picking up speed very quickly and soon I'm pressed against the far wall and can't move (kind of like the centrifugal force ride at amusement parks that spin around until you're stuck to the sides). I'm distracted by the train ride so I don't notice Bill at first. When I do remember that he's there I look to check on him.

He's crouched in the corner with both hands grasping one of the brass bars as if he's hanging on for his very life. His eyes are squeezed shut and I can't tell if he's crying but I can hear him making scared, pathetic, whimpering sounds...then I wake up.

The St. Patty's Day Party/ER nap dream

So I had this dream today (St. Patrick's Day obviously) after I got home from taking a co-worker to the ER...

It's St. Patrick's Day and I go to this huge party being thrown at my old high school (I'm not sure if I'm my real age during this dream or if I'm in my teens but all the people in my dream are real people from roseville high school when I went there). I arrive late because of work and I'm one of the few people still sober and not wearing green and EVERYONE notices. I wonder the party for a while but out in the hallways it's just chaotic so I decide to check out the gym.

In the gym the bleachers are pulled out and there's a large projection screen pulled down on which movies are being played (I think the movie Summer School with Kirstie Alley was on but I can't be sure). The audience in the bleachers were so roudy and loud that no one could hear the movie but everyone was too busy partying to mind.

Above the bleachers is a balcony with more seating so I head up there and run into a bunch of friends (people that in real life I haven't seen since I left school but in my dream we still know each other). It was a large group (most of which I doubt even knew each other and definitely did not hang out together in school) and not everyone noticed I was there but the few that did-Steve B., Doug D., Randy B. and Dave K.-came up to me right away offering me green beer and drunken, sloppy hugs.

We talk and joke around for a few minutes and I'm having a great time. Someone puts music on over the p.a. and people start dancing. The song is "Come On Eileen" and as soon as it starts two other people in the group-Luke B. and Len. K.-start cheering and dancing (skanking actually). They are dancing around the circle, getting faster as they go, when all of a sudden one of the trips and falls into Dave who falls into Steve, knocking him over the railing of the balcony and into the bleachers below.

There's a lot of screaming and hysteria but finally Steve gets up, he's alive and pretty much ok but thinks he broke some ribs and needs to go to the hospital. I'm the sober-ist one there so I volunteer to drive and Dave and some of the others decide to come along because I'm driving the beige '89 dodge ram full-size van I drove when I 1st got my license.

We take him to the ER and though it takes about an hour Steve is finally released with a few bruised ribs but nothing broken. He's on good pain meds and ready to get back to the party so we all head back.

By now the sun has gone down, it's at least 9pm and the party is well under way. I pull into the parking lot which is packed with people and everyone get's out of the car to get back to the party faster while I try to find a parking spot (typical!). I finally get parked and start making my way through the parking lot.

Along the way I pass a huge half pike (I think that's what skate board ramps are called) and stop to watch. Mike C. is on it performing tricks and I cheer him on for a bit. Just as I turn to go inside I hear more screaming and hysteria. I turn around and everyone is gathered at the center of the ramp. In the middle of the group I can hear Mike whimpering in pain.

The crowd is too thick to get through so I watch as two guys-Nick M. and Rob. S.-prob Mike between their shoulders and start to carry him through the parking lot. Mike is in a lot of pain and as they get closer I can see that his shin is broken and actually bent. It grosses me out but of course I can't look away.

They finally get to the car they place to drive and it was a small geo metro. I watched for a minute as they tried to get Mike in the car but every time they tried he would bump his broken leg and cry out in pain. I decided that we should take my van instead since he could lay out on the back bench so we loaded him in the car and I started making our way out of the parking lot (again).

I don't know why but for some reason Mike wasn't laying on the back bench like I suggested but in one of the captain's chair directly behind us. Just as we were turning out of the parking lot I hit a pothole. The bump must have jarred his leg because he screamed out in pain and then started making whimpering noises again.

Nick turned around to check on him and then said "uh oh". I started to ask him why he said that but before I could finish the sentence Mike puked all over the floor between mine and Nick's seats. I pulled over to try and clean it up but it smelled like rotten eggs and sour kraut and was all white and chunky. Though I normally don't get nauseous at the sight of vomit but this was particularly bad and I couldn't take it.

I went behind the back of the van and threw up. I took a minute to collect myself and then went to go clean up the puke but by the time I was ready to do it, Nick had cleaned most of it up by scooping it into a take out container. I tossed the container out of the car and then started on the way back to the hospital.

Mike was starting to calm down and feel better and the three of us were talking and cracking jokes, then I woke up.

pod people (really)

Ok, so the last few days I've had a couple stupid dreams, nothing interesting enough to blog-figures! After I decided to start writing them down then they start getting more boring! But this morning I had a dream that's just wierd enough to share.

I was going on vacation with my sister Stacie, Jake, his mom Janet and my friend Jennylee. We were all staying together in a resort that rented cottages in the middle of some farmland. All of the cottages looked exactly the same-red wood panelling on the outside, dirt driveways and shabby 70's furniture on the inside.

Even though there were a bunch of cottages available for rent, we were the only people there. It was early in the afternoon and it was a nice sunny day so I decided to walk up to the corner store to get something for lunch. The cottages were on a long dirt road lined with trees that led out of the resort area and into a rural residential area. After I passed by all of the unrented cottages I started walking past normal houses. At first everything seemed normal but after a while I realized that there was no one around. Even though some of the houses had cars in the driveways it was totally deserted, no people, no animals, not even the sound of wild birds chirping in the trees just total silence.

It was strange and I was scared by it but I was almost to the store so I decided to just buy our lunches and then call and have someone come pick me up and drive me back to the cottage. I finally reached the end of the dirt road and turned the corner into the parking lot of the foodmart. Across from it was a huge empty field and in the middle of it I could see long, twisting metal pillars that were at least a mile high. I thought they looked strange but I figured they were electricity or cell phone towers and walked quickly towards the store.

The door was unlocked but none of the lights were on and it was also deserted. The shelves were empty and everything in the coolers had rotten. I was completely freaked out and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible but I also didn't want to walk all the way back to the cottage alone so I went behind the counter to call the cottage. Stacie answered the phone and I quickly told her what I'd seen. She said she was going to send Janet to come get me but that I needed to try and find some food because we hadn't brought anything with us, all they had was tap water.

I hung up the phone and searched the store again but there was nothing edible to be found so I went back outside to wait for Janet. I was sitting on the ground next to an empty ice cooler because it was the only shaded place when I saw something moving way off in the distance near one of the tall pillars. I squinted and could barely make out that it was a person. I watched as the person walked right up to one of the pillars and then seemed to vanish.

Now I was curious. I knew I should just stay and wait for Janet but I still needed to find some food for everyone and I really wanted to know what the pillars were for. It took about 10 minutes to cross the field and get to the nearest piller. There were a bunch of them stretching off into the distance and as I got closer I could see that each pillar was connected at the top to a large silver dome and that the pillers were actually shiney metal escalators leading up to the pods.

It looked safe enough and I knew there was at least one other person up there so I decided to just go up. Even though it was very high up it didn't take long to reach the pod. As I neared the top I started to hear the sound of lots of people talking.

A large domed, circular room came into view. It looked like the inside of a shopping mall, or maybe an airport. There were large windows, potted plants arranged around small lounge areas and several stores. It looked normal but there was something about it I didn't like. It smelled sterile, like a hospital and everything was to clean and precise. Everyone was wearing bright colored clothes that were perfectly pressed, no wrinkles or stains and no one had a hair out of place. I felt very self concious in my dusty black t-shirt and jeans and my hair loose around my shoulders.

I didn't look anyone in the eye as I walked as made my way through the large room. I could see a bookstore and some clothing stores, each with their merchandise displayed so precisely it was like they measured the spaces in between each book or hanger. At the opposite end of the room was a grocery store and I walked towards it as quickly as I could without feeling like I was attracting attention.

Finally inside I breathed I sigh of relief. Just inside the door was a stand of shopping baskets, I picked one up and started shopping. All the food seemed normal and familier with recognizable lables and it didn't take me long to fill up my basket. Feeling much safer I headed towards the front of the store to the cashier station. There was a tall blonde woman in line in front of me. She stared at me for an uncomfortabley long time but she eventually turned around and emptied her groceries onto the conveyer.

I was barely paying attention because the blonde's stare had unnerved me but I as I started to unload my own groceries I realized that though they were scanning her food and bagging it up for her there were no prices popping up on the monitor and when everything had been scanned and bagged the blonde left without paying. Unsure what to do I just tryed to act normal.

The cashier, another very tall woman with fire red hair, didn't say anything to me as she scanned my items, she just stared at me the same way the blonde had. After she scanned and bagged the last item I stood there waiting for her to say something. She didn't so I grabbed up my bags and told her to have a nice day. I don't know why I said it, I was nervous and just wanted to get out of there.

Something about what I'd said set her off. She screamed at me to stay where I was and then grabbed a phone and over the loud speaker I heard her voice calling for security. Panicked I bolted out of the store and ran towards the escalators. I was almost there when I saw my friend Jennylee. She looked almost exactly the same except I could tell it wasn't her. Her hair was pulled up in a perfect french twist and her clothes were too neat. She laughed when she saw me and asked why I looked so scared, the store just wanted to give me a prize for being their millionth customer.

I pushed past her and jumped onto the escalator, running full speed down it. As I ran I could see other people I recognized but that didn't look like themselves. I saw my other sister Lisa and some friends from work, all of them neat and tidy and scary. They all just smiled and laughed, teling me to calm down, that everything was ok as they chased after me trying to grab onto my shirt or hair.

I don't know how but I managed to make it back onto the ground. It was nighttime now, though not enough time had passed for the sun to have set already. I ran through the field towards the store, the familier voices of people I didn't know anymore following after me on the air. I scrambled through the parking lot and onto the dirt road, in the nearest yard was a large lilac bush. I dove inside the bush and collapsed on the ground panting.

For a while I could hear the voices but they eventually died off and when it had been quiet for nearly an hour I risked leaving my hiding spot. It was pitch black down the dirt road and I walked slowly so I didn't make too much noise. I was halfway back to the cottage when I saw the car parked on the side of the road. I recognized it as the car we'd driven to the cottage, Jake's old silver Cutlass Salon.

I crept up to the car and behind the wheel I could see Janet, asleep in the driver's seat. She was wearing an old pink sweater and black pants, the same outfit she wearing ealier that day so I knew she was safe. I tapped on the window to wake her up. She let me in the car and asked me where I'd been, explaining that she didn't want to go back to the cabin without me because Jake and Stacie would've been furious at her. I tried to explain everything to her but she didn't believe me, she thought that I'd been drinking and passed out and dreamed it all.

She turned on the car and we started heading back to the cottage. We'd been driving for a few minutes and I was so relieved to find a normal person that I didn't realize she'd passed the turnoff for the resort. I told her we passed it by so she pulled into a driveway to turn around. We drove for another few minutes and she passed the turnoff again.

I laughed because I didn't want to make her feel bad and she turned the car around again. I didn't want to keep driving up and down the dirt road because it could tip off the pod-people to where we were but for some reason Janet kept missing the turn off. Finally I had her pull over so I could drive and we made it back to the cottage, by this time the sun was coming up.

I passed up our cottage because they all looked so similar but I finally found the right driveway, pulled the car in and parked. Then I woke up.

Can someone tell me what the hell that dream is supposed to mean?

ZOMBIES

I seem to dream about Zombies a lot. I am a horror movie fan and a fan of Zombie movies in particular so this may explain why I dream about them so frequently. This is my latest Zombie dream from 2/16/09:

I dreamt that my family and friends were all living in my grandma's house in Redford Twp. I don’t know how it happened but suddenly zombies were attacking us. A bunch of people were killed off right away, most of my friends and all of my family. We'd been sitting outside (my grandma's house had a huge backyard with a large in-ground swimming pool) enjoying a nice sunny summer day. There are lots of shade trees and a few tables set up underneath them and off to the side a few swings tied to the larger branches of a big oak tree.

The back of the yard connects to the yards of a few houses behind my grandma's house and this is how the Zombie's get to us. Some biker neighbors (people I’ve never met or seen in real life, just creations of my imagination) came running into the yard ahead of the Zombies and only managed to escape them because everyone who was sitting at the tables became easier targets for the Zombies to kill.

Those of us who were closest to the house (me, my boyfriend Jake and his dad Nick) were the only one's to survive along with the biker neighbors, about 6 people in total. The bikers were very nasty and tried to dominate me, Jake and Nick, saying that they outnumbered us and that we had to do what they said. I was also the only female from the group left alive at this point and it was very tense because I knew that they wanted me alive so they could rape me later.

The bikers had all the guns so we were forced to follow them around, basically as hostages and zombie fodder. we were lucky that the zombies didn’t seem to know we were in the house and I thought the best thing to do would be to board up all the windows and doors on the 1st floor and basement, sealing them off and just using the second level (even though in real life grandma's house didn't have a second level, just ground level and basement).

The second level was basically just an attick that was divided into one large bedroom that had outside access and a small storage closet that didn't have floor boards, just plywood over the beams to store boxes on. There was a small patio off of the bedroom that had a railing around it that led to stairs that ran along the side of the house. This way someone could get directly to the 2nd level without having to walk through the lower level of the house.

I suggested that we destroy the outside stairs so zombies couldn't climb up them and when we needed to we could get up and down from the patio by using an emergency rope ladder that I just happened to have found in the storage closet. But the lead biker-a very large, ugly man in a worn, black leather jacket-didn’t like my plan.

He thought the sound of us destroying the stairs would just attract the zombies faster and that maneuvering on the rope ladder would be too difficult. He said it would just be easier seal off the upper level and concentrate on guarding the ground and basement levels. The other bikers were too afraid to disagree with the lead biker so we all went back downstairs to the main level.

Nick and Jake were trying to not cause trouble so they went quietly but I knew that the lead biker was making a mistake. It would be easier to defend one room higher off the ground than all the windows and doors in all three of the bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen, dining room and breezeway on the main level. I kept arguing with him as quietly as possible but he was getting more and more pissed because he didn't like me telling him he was wrong.

I kept insisting on my plan because I’d read the zombie survival guide and knew what we should do. The lead biker finally had enough arguing and he hit me to get me to shut up. We were in a narrow hallway just off the stairs that led to the 2nd level inside the house and when he hit me I fell hard against the wall and a zombie outside heard the thud. It came crashing through a window but luckily for me I was still on the ground and it didn’t see me, instead it went straight for the lead biker.

The hallway was very tight and the zombie too fast. It grabbed the lead biker by the shoulders and clamped onto his throat before he could grab the shotgun he had strapped to his back. I screamed and somehow managed to bolt around the zombie and the screaming lead biker to the other side of the hallway where the rest of the group was watching in horror. I grabbed the lead bikers shot gun and ripped it out of it's holster as I ran and we all scrambled back towards the stairs to the upper level.

Along the way another biker-this one wearing a red plaid shirt-was being stalked by another zombie who'd followed the 1st in through the borken window. He was walking backwards going the opposite way down the hall from us, using a chair to try and keep the Zombie at bay but I could tell he was going to lose. I tried shooting the 1st zombie in the head as it started to eat the lead biker but my aim was terrible and I wasted all except one of my shotgun shells on it before I finally killed it. The remaining bikers, Jake, Nick and I finally made it back upstairs.

Since there was all the commotion of the biker in the plaid shirt being slowly eaten alive by the 2nd Zombie going on below us it was the perfect time to destroy the outside stairs off of the patio. Jake found an axe in the closet and he chopped the stairs until they crumbled into bits and fell away from the patio. We took the plywood from the storage area and rigged it up against the railing on the patio so that the zombies couldn't see the patio and also so they wouldn't be able to jump and grab the railing and pull themselves up onto it. We also boarded up all the windows on the second level and made sure the door leading downstairs was secure then we all collapsed on the floor for a few hours rest.

I woke up very early the in the morning before the rest of the group. I knew that they wouldn’t want me to try going back downstairs but we only had a couple of guns, hardly any ammo and no food or water. I knew it would be smarter and a lot quieter for just one person to go downstairs and search for supplies so I decided to go by myself before anyone woke up and had the chance to stop me.

In the hallway by the stairs I found what was left of the lead biker’s body. I carefully searched it and found a pocket knife, a hand gun and some bullets for it. I also took the keys to his bike, just in case. Being as quiet as I could I make my way into the living room which was just off the hallway. There's a long short coffee table in the living room that I use to seal off the window in the hallway that had been broken by the zombies.

I barricade the rest of the windows in the house using tables, dressers-anything that would be hard to break with bare hands and that wasn't see-thru. This took about an hour and when I finally felt like the ground floor was secure I went to check on the basement.

I was tense because I hadn't come across any zombies yet and I was pretty sure the zombie that had killed the lead biker wouldn't have left the house. I crept as quietly as I could down the basement stairs with no light. I got to the main area, it was finished with wood paneled walls and forest green carpet. It was a play room at one point in time but was now filled with boxes of decorations and momentos. I still didn’t see any zombies. In the corner I saw a large duffel bag so I grabbed it to carry supplies and started making my way to the back of the basement towards the laudry room.

Just outside the laundry room was a bar. From it I grabbed bottles of alcohol, matches and some random cans of juices, soda and other mixers. The laundry room was separated from the rest of the basement by a door on a swinging hinge. I hadn’t noticed earlier but the door was swaying ever so slightly. I crept up to the door and started to slowly push it open with the barrel of the shotgun.

The door was only open about an inch when I heard a quick shuffling coming towards me from inside the laundry room. I jumped back from the door just as the zombie burst thru it, arms raised and moaning like a dying cow. I wanted to run away but I only had one shell left in the shotgun so I stood my ground, waiting for it to get almost within arms reach before pulling the trigger.

The zombie was a man much taller than me and when I finally took my shot the barrel of the gun was pointed right at his throat. His head blasted off his body and flew apart in mushy pieces like rotten fruit with fireworks in it. I stood there for a while, listening for sounds of movement and waiting for my hands to stop shaking. Luckily, no zombies heard the blast because if they had they would be trying get into the house.

I checked the laundry room but there was no one inside and the only useful item was a half full bottle of bleach. I grabbed it and headed back to the main level. In the kitchen I gathered all the food I could find and sorted it into two piles. Any canned and dry goods went into the duffel bag while anything that was perishable got wrapped in thick vinyl tablecloths that my grandma had used every holiday when we’d gather for dinner here in her house.

I wrapped frozen items first and put those in the bottom of the bag. We still had electricity but I knew it wasn’t going to last much longer. Next I emptied the fridge then carried the now very heavy duffel bag and the garbage bag of food and set them at the end of the hall by the stairs.

I searched the bedrooms and found a few more duffel bags and some plastic mesh beach bags. I took any clothing that I thought would be useful (which wasn’t much since all of my companions were male and my grandma had lived alone) and headed back towards the kitchen, stopping in the dining room along the way to ransack the china cabinet inside.

I found a startlingly large amount of candles and holders, more matches and some lighters that all went into the bags. I also took the silver carving knives and a deck of cards. In the kitchen I emptied the drawers of knives. I also took some durable plastic cups, bowls and plates, some forks and spoons and any durable container that could hold a decent amount of water. The last thing I took was my grandma’s favorite cast iron frying pan and some large pots. I checked the pantry one last time then dropped any full bags at the bottom of the stairs.

Finally I headed thru the breezeway to the garage. It was full of junk, some of it potentially useful, most of it not. I grabbed any candles I could find, a citronella oil lamp and a very large bottle of fuel for it, a large cooler and 2 small Styrofoam coolers. I also found a heavy metal pry bar, some billiard cues, a baseball bat, hockey sticks and some large bolt cutters.

Satisfied I’d gathered enough supplies for now, used the bolt cutters to snip the wires attaching the large springs to the garage door making it more difficult to open. I then piled all the useless junk against the door; in case it was opened, whoever opened it would get buried in a mound of junk and the noise of it falling over would hopefully sound as an alarm. I blockaded the door leading to the backyard with a workbench piled high with junk to weigh it down and then went back to the breezeway.

This area had two large windows that it’d barricaded earlier with the same heavy wooden folding tables we used to eat thanksgiving and christmas dinner at. There was another door that led to the backyard that I locked and barricaded by pushing the the old lime green vlevet couch in front of it. I managed to flip the matching loveseat over onto the couch then set two arm chairs on top of that. There were two large curio cabinets that I used block the door to the garage. Now I was sure that the only way in or out of the house was from the 2nd floor patio.

I dragged all of my gathered supplies up the stairs as quietly as I could so as not to attract more zombies and also because amazingly everyone but me was still asleep. I shoved as much of the perishable food I could into the large cooler then took the two Styrofoam coolers and all the pitchers and large bowls I’d gathered and set them on the patio and on the very edge of the roof to collect rain water. Afterwards I stood out on the patio for a while, looking and listening for zombies but there was no sign of them.

When I went back inside finally the men were starting to wake up. I still had one last thing to collect from downstairs but I’d put it off as long as I could. I tried to sneak downstairs without anyone seeing but Jake noticed and tried to stop me from going. I pointed out that id been all thru the house already by showing him what id gathered but this only made him angrier and by now everyone was awake. I still really needed to collect that last item but none of them wanted anyone to go downstairs. I insisted so finally Jake, Nick and one biker insisted on going with me.

I quietly toured them thru the house, showing them what I’d done to barricade it. If we were overrun with hundreds of zombies they could get in but we were safe from random searches or small group attacks. It was just as important to keep non-zombie humans out because someone fleeing for safety is almost always going to attract zombie attention and if they get in and the zombies know they are in we’d have to abandon my newly reinforced fortress.

After the tour it was time to get the last item. I went to the body of the biker in the plaid shirt and searched it. I found 2 full boxes of shells for the shotgun, another handgun and lots of ammo for it as well. He also had a large hunting knife in a sheath on his belt that I took. The biker who'd insisted on coming to search the house with us-he wore a white long-john shirt with a leather vest over it and leather fingerless gloves-didn’t like me ransacking his dead friends' body but he was smart enough to not argue about it when he saw all the ammo his friend had been hiding from the rest of us. I made sure that Jake and his dad each got one of the handguns I’d found and the ammo for them and I kept the shotgun and shells. We were now as prepared as we could possibly be...

But to bad because that's when I woke up. ALL THAT PREPWORK just to wake up without getting to see a huge battle against the Zombies, what a waste!

Hello and Welcome

I'm not crazy, at least I don't think I am. But, I do think I have a special gift.

I dream...A LOT.

Almost every day I wake up and I remember a dream from the night before. Not that big a deal, everyone dreams, it's nothing special I know. But, I like to have what I call Stephen King dreams.

I call them this because anyone who had ever read one of his books knows that (no disrespect SK-I think your a great writer, I could only wish to be as talented as you!) his books can sometimes get bogged down by the exact descrption of every minute detail. It can get a little tedious to get through but if you can your always rewarded with a good story and well developed characters.

But back to the point, this is how I dream; in technicolor with every single insignificant detail blaring out at me from the color of carpeting to the strange patterns I see in wood panelling, NO...I'm not joking or lying, I really, truly, dream this way almost every day.

I try to tell my dreams to people but I usually can't get them out quickly enough or (gulp) interestingly enough for my listeners to pay attention for long. So, instead of torturing my friends with my ever stranger night tales I've decided to post them in this blog.

This way, whenever I have a dream that I think is to fantastic NOT to be shared and forgotten eventually, I don't have to tie people down so they can listen to me recite it. I can post it here where anyone (or no one) can read it if they choose. I can just let it go and move on with my day. I hope that you are somewhat entertained by them, I know I am.