A waffle a day makes the... uh... something something something. On second thought, too many people might hang out back here with the waffler in residence. Screw that.
Here's another thought: I really need to start blogging more. And writing less bitchy posts. Or at least more non-bitchy posts so that all I post is not just bitchy posts.
Hmmm...
As I ponder the situation I come to the conclusion that I don't think I should stop the bitchy posts completely. I do so enjoy writing them.
But really, what else is there to write about?
Oh, lots. I know. But all the good stuff lately is written in my head before I ever get to a computer/notebook and then it never makes it up on the screen.
So until the good stuff happens I'm going to write about...
Hmmm...
Yeah. I got nothing this morning.
Oh! I'll write about this dream that weirded me out the other day. It wasn't one of those "wrap Tilda Swinton up in a blanket and beat her unconscious with a miniature silver shovel" type of weird.** I haven't had one of those super disturbing dreams in a while. This dream was one of those glitch-in-the-matrix dreams.
1) I'd been wondering for weeks now where some missing pants had sauntered off to...
2) Friday afternoon a thought popped into my head that they might be in the closet...
3) I file that thought away...
4) and then I have a dream that night that I found them exactly where I suspected them to be...
5) When I wake up the next day, the memory is in my head as an actual event, not a dream...
6) so while I'm looking for something else in a different part of my room and find my pants and think, 'what the hell, I'd already found them in the closet!'
Not exactly a premonition dream. But what are the odds that I find my missing pants after I find them in my dream?
Hmmmmmmmmm??????
Yeah, okay. I know that no one finds that as interesting as I do. I mentioned it to the HB and his sister later that day and got no reaction out of them whatsoever.
But I dreamed I found them in the closet then woke up and found them under my desk! Get it?!
Sigh.
Maybe I should just stick to bitchy posts.
** Okay, I just did a search through my posts and couldn't find anything about that Tilda Swinton dream. How did I never write about that?! It was fascinating and disturbing all at the same time. I mean, I was hitting her with a shovel! Really, really hard too. I can still see her looking up at me, all serene like, as I whacked her uncontrollably with my little shovel. Uggggh.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thursday, January 10, 2008
loldreamcat
I know the last post was all about dreams, but I have another one to share. It's too... weird not to. Promise I'll post something non-dreamy next time.
Okay, so... I'm on a ship, like an old-school pirate ship.
And a cat is telling me where to step because some of the floor boards are loose and he doesn't want me to fall through.
This is what the helpful kitty looked like.
Only he was orange.
So this cat is standing on its hind legs, over by the side of the ship, and he's telling me move that way one step, move forward two steps, etc. Like a puzzle.
Then the cat doesn't say anything.
And I decide to continue on my own.
As I start to step backwards I hear the cat yell "nooooooooooooo!" so I stop and look behind me. I see the cat holding onto something that is sticking up out of the suddenly-appeared-hole in the deck that's right behind me. And that something is a leg.
It looked like this:
(This is what happens when I have little sleep. And am at work a lot
later in the day than I'm used to due to a new work/school schedule.)
Where did the leg came from? Only the dream gods know.
I was about to contemplate the sudden existence of the leg when a dragon flew along and in one quick motion chomped down on the body that was connected to that leg, the body that was suddenly hanging down below the ship, which was now a floating ship in the sky without a bottom, completely exposing things underneath the deck to such big-ass predators as dragons.
Before I had time to think, "What the fu-" my alarm blasted.
At 4:00am :(
So that happened.
And frankly, the rest of the day has paled in comparison.
Okay, so... I'm on a ship, like an old-school pirate ship.
And a cat is telling me where to step because some of the floor boards are loose and he doesn't want me to fall through.
This is what the helpful kitty looked like.
Only he was orange.
So this cat is standing on its hind legs, over by the side of the ship, and he's telling me move that way one step, move forward two steps, etc. Like a puzzle.
Then the cat doesn't say anything.
And I decide to continue on my own.
As I start to step backwards I hear the cat yell "nooooooooooooo!" so I stop and look behind me. I see the cat holding onto something that is sticking up out of the suddenly-appeared-hole in the deck that's right behind me. And that something is a leg.
It looked like this:
later in the day than I'm used to due to a new work/school schedule.)
Where did the leg came from? Only the dream gods know.
I was about to contemplate the sudden existence of the leg when a dragon flew along and in one quick motion chomped down on the body that was connected to that leg, the body that was suddenly hanging down below the ship, which was now a floating ship in the sky without a bottom, completely exposing things underneath the deck to such big-ass predators as dragons.
Before I had time to think, "What the fu-" my alarm blasted.
At 4:00am :(
So that happened.
And frankly, the rest of the day has paled in comparison.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Why yes Johnny, I do like to rinse and repeat.
Been having some really weird dreams lately. Well, the sex dream with Johnny Depp wasn't weird. Well, okay, I guess it was a little weird considering I was nekkid while he was fully dressed. In Captain Jack Sparrow pirate garb. In the shower. With the water on. But other than that, not weird at all. It was rather FANTASTIC actually. He washed my hair. It was really nice. Then the sex part came and oh my god so did I.
Anyways...
I had one of those dreams the other day that's so real and lifelike that when you remember it you think its a memory of something that happened while you were awake.
I was sitting on the couch with the HB the other day when one of those tax commercials came on. And I remembered the conversation I had with him previously where he mentioned he was getting audited by the IRS. And I remembered telling him, "Dude, you are soooo screwed."
So I'm watching the commercial, and I remember the conversation and think, "Hey, the HB's getting audited!"
But that didn't feel right for some reason. And realization started to dawn upon my clouded mind. I turned to the HB and ask, "You never told me you were getting audited, did you?"
He looked at me strangely.
"Yeah," I said. "That's what I thought." And explained to him what I then realized had been a dream.
What kind of a boring lame ass dream is that?
I once had a similar dream that I walked by the sink and it was full of dishes. The next day, when I walked by the sink and saw that it was empty I had a moment of panic. "What the hell? I just saw the sink and it was full of dishes! Did aliens just beam up my dishes???!!!!"
That was some freaky déjà vu that wasn't really déjà vu.
Total glitch in the matrix, right?
Yeah, be scared everyone.
Last night I had at least two separate dreams that I remember. The first dream... well, I don't want to get into it. Let's just say my genitalia was deformed and it really weird-ed me out.
For the second dream I was with a group of friends and we were trying to get into a nightclub. To get in, you had to say what kind of tattoo you had and where it was located on your body (kind of like in The Virgin of Flames book I read last quarter).
Suddenly its my turn and I'm all, 'Oh, I don't have one.' And they're all 'Oh, we can't let you in'. I started to fret, not really a panic by any means, and then I remembered. Oh, I have a bee on my hip!
They didn't believe me so I had to show them. I lifted my shirt and pulled my pants down a bit. There was some awesome vine-y twisty tribal art flowing up from my crotch, up my belly and over the side of my left hip. It was black and blue and pretty cool looking. Right under my belly button, on top of the twisty tribal vines was a little cartoon bee. And while we're all looking at my stomach I thought: oh, I guess I got this other tattoo as well.
How in the hell does one forget they have a huge tribal art tattoo shooting up from their crotch? Seriously. If I was drunk when I got it, you'd think I'd notice it a couple of days later.
Anywho, I can't tell whether or not this dream was telling me I needed a bee tattoo or a crotch rocket tattoo. Or maybe a swarm of cute wittle killer bees pouring out my cootch. Now that'd be one hell of a unique tattoo.
Anyways...
I had one of those dreams the other day that's so real and lifelike that when you remember it you think its a memory of something that happened while you were awake.
I was sitting on the couch with the HB the other day when one of those tax commercials came on. And I remembered the conversation I had with him previously where he mentioned he was getting audited by the IRS. And I remembered telling him, "Dude, you are soooo screwed."
So I'm watching the commercial, and I remember the conversation and think, "Hey, the HB's getting audited!"
But that didn't feel right for some reason. And realization started to dawn upon my clouded mind. I turned to the HB and ask, "You never told me you were getting audited, did you?"
He looked at me strangely.
"Yeah," I said. "That's what I thought." And explained to him what I then realized had been a dream.
What kind of a boring lame ass dream is that?
I once had a similar dream that I walked by the sink and it was full of dishes. The next day, when I walked by the sink and saw that it was empty I had a moment of panic. "What the hell? I just saw the sink and it was full of dishes! Did aliens just beam up my dishes???!!!!"
That was some freaky déjà vu that wasn't really déjà vu.
Total glitch in the matrix, right?
Yeah, be scared everyone.
Last night I had at least two separate dreams that I remember. The first dream... well, I don't want to get into it. Let's just say my genitalia was deformed and it really weird-ed me out.
For the second dream I was with a group of friends and we were trying to get into a nightclub. To get in, you had to say what kind of tattoo you had and where it was located on your body (kind of like in The Virgin of Flames book I read last quarter).
Suddenly its my turn and I'm all, 'Oh, I don't have one.' And they're all 'Oh, we can't let you in'. I started to fret, not really a panic by any means, and then I remembered. Oh, I have a bee on my hip!
They didn't believe me so I had to show them. I lifted my shirt and pulled my pants down a bit. There was some awesome vine-y twisty tribal art flowing up from my crotch, up my belly and over the side of my left hip. It was black and blue and pretty cool looking. Right under my belly button, on top of the twisty tribal vines was a little cartoon bee. And while we're all looking at my stomach I thought: oh, I guess I got this other tattoo as well.
How in the hell does one forget they have a huge tribal art tattoo shooting up from their crotch? Seriously. If I was drunk when I got it, you'd think I'd notice it a couple of days later.
Anywho, I can't tell whether or not this dream was telling me I needed a bee tattoo or a crotch rocket tattoo. Or maybe a swarm of cute wittle killer bees pouring out my cootch. Now that'd be one hell of a unique tattoo.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
If I were a Man-Rabbit I'd totally touch me too.
As previously mentioned in the last post I had a string of dreams a couple of weeks ago. I mean, there's a dream-remembering dry spell, then whammo hello here's four dreams to remember, then nothingness again. What is up with that?
Dream # 1 Synopsis:
Act I) I do weird embarrassing things in front of people who are not weirded out which weirds me out because they should be totally weirded out by the fact that I'm doing these weird things. Right in front of them no less.
Act II) I um... well... havemyfirstsexdreamever.
*cough*
Seriously. It was awesome. There was this guy, escorting me around some town in a car, we stop at some corner, he hands me six bucks, and directs me to go talk to the women standing on the corner. But they're not like Hooker-Corner-Standing. They're like... flea market setting-up-wares standing. I think they were selling baskets or something. And I uh... well... me and one of the girls end up in the back seat of the car. The end.
EPIC!
;)
Dream # 2 Synopsis:
I was in the videogame I was playing earlier that day (like, I was in that world, actually a part of the game... no, I don't play too much, thanks for asking), and we were doing stuff that we were doing in the game, then the location in the game morphed into the street next to my apartment complex.
We were all heading somewhere. The "where" wasn't too important at the time.
Eventually that somewhere turned into some underground bunker-like museum. It was a cross between the underground lab from the second Star Trek movie and Q's lab from the James Bond movies. And Tim Gunn was our tour guide.
I love it when celebrities guest star in my dreams.
Dream # 3 Synopsis:
Act I) something having to do with the DMV. I wrote it down somewhere so I wouldn't forget, but I don't remember it being too interesting. So meh, whatever. I can't remember the last time the DMV popped into my head, so my subconscious really had to reach deep for that one.
Act II) I'm outside in the DMV's backyard. There's a garden. At one point I start getting pawed by these strange Man-Rabbits.
That dream memory of the Man-Rabbits (like men in rabbit suits, only they're not a suits) will stick with me for awhile. I wasn't scared or worried. I was just mystified as to the Man-Rabbit's motivations behind touching me.
Other than the fact that in my dreams I'm, like, totally hot.
Well, not really, but I'm not my uberfat self either.
Did I look like a Woman-Carrot or something?
Dream # 4 Synopsis:
I was at work. Doing work. There was a little more too it than that, but that's what I woke up remembering. Doing paper work.
It was an awful feeling. Especially since I had to get dressed and go do more of it for real.
What the hell is up with that crap? I'm supposed to be having dreams about sex or Tim Gunn or creepy affectionate Man-Rabbit creatures. I'm not supposed to dream about all the paper work I have to do!
I love remembering my dreams, but good lord, these were getting progressively worse. I'm glad it stopped after the work dream. I don't want to think about how much worse it would have gotten.
I've heard from the HB, and from others, who have had dreams about doing homework. The HB, while taking Calculus 4, would have dreams about working out complicated calculus problems. He'd wake up exhausted, with hours of real calculus homework in front of him.
So at least I didn't have a calculus dream... I guess.
Dream # 1 Synopsis:
Act I) I do weird embarrassing things in front of people who are not weirded out which weirds me out because they should be totally weirded out by the fact that I'm doing these weird things. Right in front of them no less.
Act II) I um... well... havemyfirstsexdreamever.
*cough*
Seriously. It was awesome. There was this guy, escorting me around some town in a car, we stop at some corner, he hands me six bucks, and directs me to go talk to the women standing on the corner. But they're not like Hooker-Corner-Standing. They're like... flea market setting-up-wares standing. I think they were selling baskets or something. And I uh... well... me and one of the girls end up in the back seat of the car. The end.
EPIC!
;)
Dream # 2 Synopsis:
I was in the videogame I was playing earlier that day (like, I was in that world, actually a part of the game... no, I don't play too much, thanks for asking), and we were doing stuff that we were doing in the game, then the location in the game morphed into the street next to my apartment complex.
We were all heading somewhere. The "where" wasn't too important at the time.
Eventually that somewhere turned into some underground bunker-like museum. It was a cross between the underground lab from the second Star Trek movie and Q's lab from the James Bond movies. And Tim Gunn was our tour guide.
I love it when celebrities guest star in my dreams.
Dream # 3 Synopsis:
Act I) something having to do with the DMV. I wrote it down somewhere so I wouldn't forget, but I don't remember it being too interesting. So meh, whatever. I can't remember the last time the DMV popped into my head, so my subconscious really had to reach deep for that one.
Act II) I'm outside in the DMV's backyard. There's a garden. At one point I start getting pawed by these strange Man-Rabbits.
That dream memory of the Man-Rabbits (like men in rabbit suits, only they're not a suits) will stick with me for awhile. I wasn't scared or worried. I was just mystified as to the Man-Rabbit's motivations behind touching me.
Other than the fact that in my dreams I'm, like, totally hot.
Well, not really, but I'm not my uberfat self either.
Did I look like a Woman-Carrot or something?
Dream # 4 Synopsis:
I was at work. Doing work. There was a little more too it than that, but that's what I woke up remembering. Doing paper work.
It was an awful feeling. Especially since I had to get dressed and go do more of it for real.
What the hell is up with that crap? I'm supposed to be having dreams about sex or Tim Gunn or creepy affectionate Man-Rabbit creatures. I'm not supposed to dream about all the paper work I have to do!
I love remembering my dreams, but good lord, these were getting progressively worse. I'm glad it stopped after the work dream. I don't want to think about how much worse it would have gotten.
I've heard from the HB, and from others, who have had dreams about doing homework. The HB, while taking Calculus 4, would have dreams about working out complicated calculus problems. He'd wake up exhausted, with hours of real calculus homework in front of him.
So at least I didn't have a calculus dream... I guess.
Monday, October 08, 2007
It has been 5,486 days since my last confession.
Well, maybe not that many days, but it sure feels like it.
Man, do I fail at this whole blogging thing or what?!
I should have been posting during that week a couple weeks ago where I practically had four dreams in a row. Each one stranger and more disturbing than the last.
This here blog is the perfect place to record stuff, to save important and historical events in The Life Of Lisa to be savored at a later date - you know, in case I happen to suffer from temporary/nontemporary amnesia in the future, or whatever. Or you do, dear reader, and wonder why the hell you're here. So yeah, important and historical and blah blah blah. Let me tell you something, that first dream was definitely historical.
Here, a taste.
Dream 1: Sex!
Dream 2: Tim Gunn as Tour Guide!
Dream 3: Man-Rabbits from the DMV's garden!
Dream 4: My job, it haunts me! *cry*
All that dreamy goodness, and still no posts from I.
Then came the Ant Incident of '07.
I think I may have consumed a whole colony.
Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. But there were several of them. And I'm sure once they mixed with the toxic acids of my stomach they became mutant Godzilla ants that mated with each other to produce gabillions of baby Godzilla ants
True story.
But more on dreams and ants later. I have to pee, but I need to post this first before Some Work Emergency happens which causes a rip in the space time continuum that is my brain and I totally forget that I have something to post.
Because my brain is a leaky sieve of a bitch like that lately.
Which coincides nicely with the fact that I've started a new school quarter!
/cheer
Man, do I fail at this whole blogging thing or what?!
I should have been posting during that week a couple weeks ago where I practically had four dreams in a row. Each one stranger and more disturbing than the last.
This here blog is the perfect place to record stuff, to save important and historical events in The Life Of Lisa to be savored at a later date - you know, in case I happen to suffer from temporary/nontemporary amnesia in the future, or whatever. Or you do, dear reader, and wonder why the hell you're here. So yeah, important and historical and blah blah blah. Let me tell you something, that first dream was definitely historical.
Here, a taste.
Dream 1: Sex!
Dream 2: Tim Gunn as Tour Guide!
Dream 3: Man-Rabbits from the DMV's garden!
Dream 4: My job, it haunts me! *cry*
All that dreamy goodness, and still no posts from I.
Then came the Ant Incident of '07.
I think I may have consumed a whole colony.
Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. But there were several of them. And I'm sure once they mixed with the toxic acids of my stomach they became mutant Godzilla ants that mated with each other to produce gabillions of baby Godzilla ants
True story.
But more on dreams and ants later. I have to pee, but I need to post this first before Some Work Emergency happens which causes a rip in the space time continuum that is my brain and I totally forget that I have something to post.
Because my brain is a leaky sieve of a bitch like that lately.
Which coincides nicely with the fact that I've started a new school quarter!
/cheer
Monday, May 09, 2005
My First Ever Britney Spears Dream
I've had some fun and rather interesting celebrity-guest-staring dreams. The dream I had Friday night though, the one staring Britney Spears, was really... creepy. And not just because I was dreaming about Britney Spears.
I'm not a fan of Brit Brit's. Can't stand her really. I don't like her music and I don't like the sound of her voice, whether she's singer or just plain ol' talking. She's Grade A annoying in my book. And what's up with those pictures of her walking into gas station restrooms with bare feet?! Groddy! I sure hope she washed her feet before coming into my dream.
So, okay, let me explain something that happened Friday night, which is the reason why the dream took the form it did. The HB and I drove up to my parent's house Friday after work in order to be closer to Saturday's wedding destination. When we got there, Buster, my parent's dog (who used to belong to my grandpa before he got to old to take care of him), got really excited to see me. Buster, a scrawny little Chihuahua mutt mixture of pure energy, was shaking, barking, and dancing in circles as soon as I stepped through the door. How adorable is that?! Almost makes me want to smuggle him home with me. (It'd be more than 'almost' if it weren't for the whole popping thing and need-to-be-walked thing). So the dog is vibrating with excitement, and I call him over to me and pet and scratch and coo lovely little sentiments about what a wonderful little doggy he is. And I think to myself, Buster is so cute, if only he were smaller I could carry him around like a little accessory, just like Britney Spears does with her dog Bit Bit.
I don't think I've ever wanted to accessorize like Brineyt before, so this disturbing thought kind of snapped me back to reality and I went and said hi to the parents. The HB and I talked with my parents for a bit (with my dad doing most of the talking because he had a bit too much wine in him, and that turns him into a motor mouth, an adorable motor mouth that you just can't say 'enough already!' to.) After awhile though, the HB and I finally went to bed. Right before I got into bed I took off my earrings and placed them on the dresser.
So that was that. Then there was sleep. And then came the dream...
I'm sitting on a bed in a bedroom that doesn't resemble any bedroom in particular. I'm sitting at the foot of the bed and Britney is sitting up near the head of the bed, but it's a small bed so we're sitting close together. Because apparently we're friends like that. With her is her tiny little dog, Bit Bit. I remember seeing a thick, tube shaped pillow between Brit's knee and the wall. On the pillow (or whatever it is, a cloth bag perhaps) are the initials B.B. And I remember thinking, in the dream, How cute! It's has the dog's initials on it!
The next part of the dream that I remember has the dog trying to get past me, and for some reason I don't want it to. For some reason, it's not a good idea to let the dog get past me, so I grab its leash and drag it back towards Britney. The dog tries to run past me on the bed three times, and I feel bad every time I grab the leash, because I can tell the dog really doesn't like when I do that. On the forth try the dog gets past me. Did I let it go, or was it too clever that time? I don't remember.
I turn around and see the little dog on the bedroom's dresser, only its not a little dog any more. It's a RAT. And the rat has the back of one of my earrings in its mouth! GROSS! So I start smacking the rat's back, hard, over and over again, until it spits out the earring back. It eventually does. The rat continues to hack on something, like its a cat with a mutant hairball, but I don't care because at least my earrings are safe.
And that's all I remember of the dream, really dumb dream that it is. Thankfully Britney wasn't in it for long. (Bitch probably ran out of the room to let me deal with the dumb rat dog all by myself!) Her rat/dog was in the dream longer than she was. But what does it all mean? What was the dream trying to tell me?
When I remembered the dream on Saturday morning, I figured the dream was my subconscious trying to tell me my earrings were dirty and they needed to be cleaned for some reason before I wore them again. Silly me though, in the rush to get ready for the wedding I completely forgot. Oops.
So yeah, that's my Britney Spears dream. I told the HB about the dream, and he said he's had similar dreams. Only I wasn't in them. And neither was the rat dog. But Britney and the bed were there. Har Har. If only I could have had one of those dreams. I think it would have been a lot more interesting.
Because you know what, now that I think about it, this dream was a lot more interesting right after it first happened. Now? Not so much. :)
I'm not a fan of Brit Brit's. Can't stand her really. I don't like her music and I don't like the sound of her voice, whether she's singer or just plain ol' talking. She's Grade A annoying in my book. And what's up with those pictures of her walking into gas station restrooms with bare feet?! Groddy! I sure hope she washed her feet before coming into my dream.
So, okay, let me explain something that happened Friday night, which is the reason why the dream took the form it did. The HB and I drove up to my parent's house Friday after work in order to be closer to Saturday's wedding destination. When we got there, Buster, my parent's dog (who used to belong to my grandpa before he got to old to take care of him), got really excited to see me. Buster, a scrawny little Chihuahua mutt mixture of pure energy, was shaking, barking, and dancing in circles as soon as I stepped through the door. How adorable is that?! Almost makes me want to smuggle him home with me. (It'd be more than 'almost' if it weren't for the whole popping thing and need-to-be-walked thing). So the dog is vibrating with excitement, and I call him over to me and pet and scratch and coo lovely little sentiments about what a wonderful little doggy he is. And I think to myself, Buster is so cute, if only he were smaller I could carry him around like a little accessory, just like Britney Spears does with her dog Bit Bit.
I don't think I've ever wanted to accessorize like Brineyt before, so this disturbing thought kind of snapped me back to reality and I went and said hi to the parents. The HB and I talked with my parents for a bit (with my dad doing most of the talking because he had a bit too much wine in him, and that turns him into a motor mouth, an adorable motor mouth that you just can't say 'enough already!' to.) After awhile though, the HB and I finally went to bed. Right before I got into bed I took off my earrings and placed them on the dresser.
So that was that. Then there was sleep. And then came the dream...
I'm sitting on a bed in a bedroom that doesn't resemble any bedroom in particular. I'm sitting at the foot of the bed and Britney is sitting up near the head of the bed, but it's a small bed so we're sitting close together. Because apparently we're friends like that. With her is her tiny little dog, Bit Bit. I remember seeing a thick, tube shaped pillow between Brit's knee and the wall. On the pillow (or whatever it is, a cloth bag perhaps) are the initials B.B. And I remember thinking, in the dream, How cute! It's has the dog's initials on it!
The next part of the dream that I remember has the dog trying to get past me, and for some reason I don't want it to. For some reason, it's not a good idea to let the dog get past me, so I grab its leash and drag it back towards Britney. The dog tries to run past me on the bed three times, and I feel bad every time I grab the leash, because I can tell the dog really doesn't like when I do that. On the forth try the dog gets past me. Did I let it go, or was it too clever that time? I don't remember.
I turn around and see the little dog on the bedroom's dresser, only its not a little dog any more. It's a RAT. And the rat has the back of one of my earrings in its mouth! GROSS! So I start smacking the rat's back, hard, over and over again, until it spits out the earring back. It eventually does. The rat continues to hack on something, like its a cat with a mutant hairball, but I don't care because at least my earrings are safe.
And that's all I remember of the dream, really dumb dream that it is. Thankfully Britney wasn't in it for long. (Bitch probably ran out of the room to let me deal with the dumb rat dog all by myself!) Her rat/dog was in the dream longer than she was. But what does it all mean? What was the dream trying to tell me?
When I remembered the dream on Saturday morning, I figured the dream was my subconscious trying to tell me my earrings were dirty and they needed to be cleaned for some reason before I wore them again. Silly me though, in the rush to get ready for the wedding I completely forgot. Oops.
So yeah, that's my Britney Spears dream. I told the HB about the dream, and he said he's had similar dreams. Only I wasn't in them. And neither was the rat dog. But Britney and the bed were there. Har Har. If only I could have had one of those dreams. I think it would have been a lot more interesting.
Because you know what, now that I think about it, this dream was a lot more interesting right after it first happened. Now? Not so much. :)
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