Well it was pretty tough to pull a dream out of last night's fiasco. I have no idea what my problem was, but I kept waking up every 20 minutes or so. So annoying.
Anyway, one dream consisted of me laying on a hospital table where doctors and nurses had been working on me, but apparently determined I was dead. So as the doctors left, the nurses start doing whatever routine they have to do with a dead body. Meanwhile, I'm still alive, I just can't seem to move, open my eyes, or speak. I can hear the two nurses as the discuss what to do, and one nurse says it mandatory they take my temperature several more times while they prepare my body; seems a little odd, but apparently it's to show the decreasing temperature, a safety measure to make sure someone actually is dead. Anyway, one nurse takes my temperature using my armpit and finds that my temperature has dropped one degree below normal. Seems it's dropping as it should, they conclude. In my head I'm panicking coz hey, I'm NOT dead. They continue to do I have no idea what, and then one remarks to the other that my temperature should be taken from another location. Now I really start to panic...please not butt!! (lol) The nurse asks where the other one is referring to and the first one says "her mouth, of course" with complete annoyance (the answer did seem painfully obvious, afterall). So the nurse pries my stiff mouth open ("Come on honey...open up...there's a good girl") and proceeds to take my temperature. But wait....my temperature is going up! "omg, this girl isn't dead!!" The two nurses start running around in circles in a panic and BOTH run to get a doctor. I finally am able to get up off the table (read: fall with a thump onto the floor) and crawl my way over to the doorway to try and get someone's attention. Then one of the doctors, Perry Cox from the tv show Scrubs comes over and starts to help me to my feet, only he's making all kinds of wise cracks and doesn't quite seem to understand the gravity of the situation. "Aw, what's the matter there, little girl?" he says as I keep gasping and moaning "my heart.....my heart..." while clutching at my chest. I felt like I was being turned into a vampire like in Interview With A Vampire, when they have that overwhelming feeling of extreme cold taking over their body. Anyway, they finally get me into a bed and pull the curtain back so I can see this other woman in the bed beside me. She looked at me and started yellling "what are you staring at? what's YOUR problem??" and I told her that it was my heart and that I thought I was dead. She said "Oh yeah? Well I have (insert name of some disease I don't know that began with the letter "T")." I remember thinking that indeed, that was a pretty bad thing to have, and I understood why she was so bitter.
Then I woke up.

Later, when I got back to sleep, I had some odd dream about some sort of street party. And I kept going back into this convenience store to get a blue piece of paper and some food. And every time I ate the food I brought out, I'd have to write about it on this blue piece of paper. When I was finished I had to go back in, drop off the piece of paper, and get different food and a new piece of paper to write about it.
Anyway, when I went outside again there was this guy, actually two, and they were swinging guns around and just wildly shooting at people. People were screaming and running for cover, and I pulled out this old-school pistol and started shooting back at them. And the evil twins stopped shooting and just stood there while I shot them both several times, only they just wouldn't drop dead. Finally I stopped shooting, and they just stared at me with these evil grins and waved to me, all friendly-like. I suddenly had this thought that they weren't twins, but doubles, like the Agent Smith in the Matrix. And then I also realized that this was in fact just an advertisement for "Don't Drink and Drive". (there was an ad up here in Canada that depicted a couple in a restaurant having a nice dinner and then when they got up from the table the husband starts wildly waving a gun around and threatening people. The message was that when you drink you turn your car into a weapon and threaten the lives of those around you)
Anyhow, upon realizing this I dropped the pistol I had into my white plastic cup of beer and walked in to the convenience store to find a suitable place to hide it (I hide it on a shelf amongst some stuff). Then I decided I was going to buy a bag of dehydrated fruit; it had raspberries, cranberries, strawberries, and blueberries. Looked quite good. I looked around for a bank machine in the store, and was relieved to see they had one.
Then I woke up thanks to my goddamn fridge.

 
Alright, well, I am not gonna bother sharing my dream last night. It was bizarre, it involved strange amounts of nudity with no real sexual activity, and I will be damned if I know what any of it meant. I don't feel like attempting to explain it because I already know how boys are going to process the whole thing, and I haven't the patience for that. Note to guys: just because something involves nudity, doesn't mean it involves sex.
At the end of the dream, I went on some rant to a guy I don't even know it real life, about how he hurt me, and I outlined each and every thing he did that was hurtful. It was very strange since I again, don't know him, but in the dream I did and I set that guy straight. lol. And it seems that I felt better for it! If only it were that easy in real life.

 
So in this particular dream, I seemed to be some kind of roadie/technician for a rock group. This meant that I was standing at a table with all kinds of equipment, including a laptop in front of me from which a program was running, that was in charge of the light show. I remember thinking it was odd that we were practically out on stage with the band, that the stage was surrounded by people on all sides, not like a usual stage where people were just in front.
Anyway, I was really getting into the music and started playing air guitar quite seriously and enthusiastically, as I am prone to doing from time to time. A girl I apparently work with turned and watched me with disgust as I played my pretend guitar, giving me that sort of teenage "omg, grow UP" look. You know the one, the slight lip curl accompanied with a sideways glance and a "tsk" sound. I was trying to get her into it, shouting (over the music of course) "come on!!" and motioning for her to air guitar along with me, as I stepped up my enthusiasm three fold. She continued to be annoyed.
Later on, I suppose after the concert, I was dabbling in the laptop and changing a few settings, including the background for a website or something and the current set up had some kinda crazy ass cartoon monkey on it. And just as I was laughing at the monkey and about to point it out to everyone ......I was awakened by the noise of my god forsaken refrigerator. Piss me off. I think it's time the landlord and I had another chat.

 
The first dream is disturbing because my brother was dead. Right there in a lovely suit and a casket. Dead. Very upsetting. More disturbing than that is how well my family was taking it. We were all just chatting and laughing, and entertaining all the folks who were showing up for the funeral. I even remember thinking in my dream "boy, I know we handle death pretty well in this family (having done so many funerals in my time) but this is ridiculous". I am troubled by whatever this dream may or may not mean. I shan't think about it today. Remain positive.

Second dream is only bits and pieces. There seemed to be some kind of communal shower-house (I refuse to use the term bath house, lest you boys get the wrong idea). And it had an all wooden interior, like a sauna...but only one shower, so there was always a lineup. I don't know what the circumstances were, but I was annoyed with some of the girls coz they were bitches. And I stole someone's face wash....Body Shop's Pink Grapefruit face wash. Not that it's important, but I seemed to remember that detail. ANYWAY! After the shower and clean up, I was talking to someone about a business trip I would be taking to Japan, and about how I was all worried about screwing up "the deal". I realized I was highly underqualified to go, and feared failing.
*shrug* beats me, man. I can't explain the dreams, I only have them. :-)

 
Well I remembered for like a second what I was dreaming about...but like a fistful of sand, it slipped away as I woke up. I had it..I had it...oh..I remember.... damn. I forgot. These memories can be so fleeting. Maybe something will trigger me to remember later on in the day. It happens.

Meanwhile, go read JustAGirl's blog....she's a funny girl with wacky dreams.
Go on. Shoo! Show her some lovin'.

 
For some reason I can only remember the very tiniest bits of dreams last night...
the first involved me tearing my friends house apart in a mad search for vaseline. Yeah....I only WISH I could remember the rest of that dream. HAHA....

Then I had some dream about a big black dude with dreads named Anthony..and he was from Italy. I know this because he liked to brag about it, and his luggage had big flags of Italy on it. We were on a plane (not traveling together, mind you) and we were fighting for this one particular space in the overhead compartment.
Very odd.

And then I had some dream where I was talking about a friend of mine named Dave, with someone I don't know. I was explaining how Dave was going for his commercial pilots license (if you knew my friend Dave you'd understand how highly unlikely such a thing would ever happen).

Then I dreamt about my friend's dog, Maggie. I visited my friend yesterday and met Maggie for the first time...a very sweet dog. I took a pic, and if only the Blogger God's would let me upgrade so I can post pics, I would put the pic up for you to see. But I can't, so you're just going to have to picture an adorable black and white spaniel all on your own. lol.

 
I can only remember a few moments from my dreams last night....
one involved my grandma (she's showin' up lots in my dreams!) working for me in a grocery store (waitaminute...there seems to be a grocery store theme these days too). Anyway, her job was to entice people to try a new product... she had coupons, samples, and for some nutty reason, trinkets to give away to people. Trinkets including plastic necklaces (cheap Mardis Gras style beads) and cans of pop, specifically Crush Cream Soda. In one instance while I was standing there she had just finished putting a string of hideous beads around someone's neck (the customer was eternally grateful) and another lady walked up and said she had changed her mind, and could she please have a cream soda? Sure, says my grandma as she turns to get the pop (sorry, "soda" for my american readers. *wink*). The problem was that my grandma had all these trinkets and goodies in two carts that she was guarding in the aisles, and when she turned to the second cart to get the cream soda, she pushed the other cart out of the way....and it just kept on going through the shelves of food (somehow the shelves weren't a problem to pass through) and when it got to the other side THEN it knocked down all the boxes of cereal on the other side. We just stood and watched all the rows of cereal fall like dominoes as grandma was oblivious, digging through her cart looking for somma that tasty cream soda. I gave a big sign and waved for my other employees to come with me to set the display up again on the other side.
Very odd.

The other dream I had involved finding somewhere to go to the bathroom. These dreams are almost always at the end of the night/morning and brought on by the fact that I am in great need of a washroom visit in real life, but am too dead asleep to notice. So my body concocts some crazy dream in order to wake me up, and take care of the problem at hand.
In this dream I was in Shoppers Drug Mart just kinda lookin' around....when I notice I really have to use the washroom. I ask a store employee if there is a washroom available, and she says there's only a mens washroom, and it was just behind me there, in the aisle. The bathroom was basically a mini toilet on a shelve with four walls built around it that only come to just above the waist. So I had to step up onto this shelf, climb into the stall (now everyone in the store passing by can see that you are using the washroom) and somehow stand over this toilet to do my business (sitting is not an option, the walls are too close to the toilet). Of all things I seem embarrassed that people are going to notice that a girl is using a men's washroom instead of a girl's washroom; this is making it difficult to get the job underway, since I have an audience. Finally, mission accomplished, I step out of the booth...and wake up.
Indeed I had just slept the better part of 8 hours and was in need of a washroom. Bigtime.
Funny how the body lets you know.