Quite recently a friend of mine started a blog [wemustbedreaming.blogspot.com- check it out] in order to keep track of the crazy dreams that he has be having. He says that after writing them down for a while he is actually able to control what is going on during his dreams… um cool! Also quite recently my story time during the sleeping hours has also gotten pretty wacked. They’re usually pretty chill… like hippie chill… like as if I had done a load of drugs before I went to bed. Considering how weird they are, however, it actually does seems like I was high prior to sleeping. Occasionally I’ll get one that is scary and nightmare-ish but more than not it is just plain ridiculous. I have noticed that I usually will have them right before I wake up and I’ve even started “completing” my dreams right as my alarm goes off somehow. It’s like I’m the stage manager… “alright guys party’s over, I gotta wake up for class.” Then ever so politely they finish the scene and the story is over. The other occasion on which I usually dream insanely is when I take naps… which then totally defeats the purpose of the nap because those dreams tend to be the most stressful. Just the other day I fell asleep on my coach with the intentions of knocking out a nasty sore throat… however, CP being the social place that is, I kept dreaming about random people coming in and poking at my nose, or drawing on my face, or pulling out my hair… weird huh! Then I would wake up irritated and exclaim, “Is there no decency in this world?!” and fall back asleep just to get prodded at again. A couple of the fellows even thought I was dying so they called a doctor over and set up like 5 fans all blowing my direction so my fever would go down. Again, I would wake up and check behind the couch and under my pillow for whoever was “keeping me awake.” Finally everyone left me alone and I woke up two hours later with a lovely headache. Another category of dreams that I have is the pregnant category... either my roommate has a baby bump or I have one or some guy I saw on campus that day is 8 months in. Luckily there is no pain involved and rarely does anyone go into labor. Which leads me to another flavor of dreams... the painful kind. Last week I had a very detailed dream that resulted in me waking up with a throbbing arm. I was at a youth camp type of thing with my ward, it lasted for a week or two so I packed up my things and they shipped us off to CP... that's right, the camp was held at Campus Plaza, cept in the dream it had a ballroom and tons of classrooms. So off I went to the first dance of the week and I got to dance with my dear friend Paul! [speaking of which I need to get him the link to this post...] anyways, it was a waltz and let me tell you, that man can dance! We were cruzin' around the dance floor when I suddenly realized what we were dancing too... my high school graduation song. I started to cry... haha and when I say cry I mean get emotional, it wasn't that bad and Paul graciously accepted my apology for getting mascara on his nice white dancer shirt. But to my surprise, before I could even pull myself together, he started to cry too! and this time by cry I mean bawl!! He went limp and I was literally dragging him around the dance floor until the song was over. Then simply the song was over, we both stopped crying [I kept crying cause he was... haha a girl thing] and parted ways. I then ran into a group of kids from a mental home and danced with one of them. The kind young man told me he was so lucky to dance with a girl that had eyes [maybe it was hair?] like mine. Feeling flattered I left and ran into Warren Bailey and Michael Michaud! haha talk about random! They, too, wanted to dance however my last dance with the mental boy had put me behind schedule and my bus was about to leave! I still hadn't packed!! So I ran into my room [N210 I believe] and started throwing things out the door into the north court! [This segment of the dream probably came from watching UP only a few hours prior... the part where he gets his house to fly again by unloading it's contents next to Paradise Falls.] So yeah I unload every thing I don't need, mirrors breaking everywhere, furniture destroyed on the level below, it was tragic. But I had to fit it all into one bag so I continued to litter the lawn. Then, for some odd reason, everything sort of went grey and I was in a cement room-still packing-and a cop dude approached me with a 39 1/2 foot pole. It had a vaccine on the end and he claimed he was there to give me my shot. [This part probably coming from the fact that I signed up to get a flu shot that day.] He kept prodding me with the needle, which of course was annoying, and I was like, "No way dude! You are sooo not qualified to stick that in my arm!" Then some how he convinced me that he knew what he was doing and procedure began. He started by [warning: not for the weak stomach.] basically shoving a chopstick sized needle thing into my left arm. He did this multiple times which resulted in a gaping wound... which he then filled to the brim with a numbing formula. My entire left side went numb and all I could feel from the shot was the enormous amounts of pressure... it was like getting my wisdom teeth out again! After the first shot he gave me another, and another, and another until my arm was so full and swollen with liquid that I thought I was going to explode! I'm talking inflated relief society arm! I then woke up and instantly check my arm... no holes, no blood, but definately pain... I wasn't even laying on my arm weird when I woke up. Strange. So there you have it, a prime example of the painful dreams I have. Now... considering that I started this post about two weeks ago and have barely gotten back to it, I have indeed had many dreams since. One about this guy that I liked in high school, yet in the dream he barely decided to like me back... he lived in a creepy barn that was constantly getting over run by murderers and plunderers of the sort. I had a cool one about flying... probably since the night before I was hanging out of my window [3 stories ish high] and thought to myself, "Great, now I'm going to have a falling dream since I was worried about falling out of my window earlier." Instead I was graced with a flying one... however it was strange because I was a cartoon boy that saved multiple women from bad guys.
Unfortunately I only remember the really crazy ones for about a day or two, so I get to tell them to anyone who will listen then they get flushed away in the abis of neurotransmitters and nerve endings. But do not fear, there are more to come.
