A few snippets of dreams...

I dreamt I saw a body floating down a river past two redneck hunters (complete with aviator sunglasses, ball caps and lumber jackets). The body in the water leads me to believe I just may be reading a tad too much about the tsunami disaster. I can't explain the hunters who sat there saying "whoa...did you see that?" as it drifted by.

I also dreamt I had a lovely rat (grey and white, aka: a "hooded" rat) and I named her Challa. If you're Jewish you see how amusing this is. If you're not, click here to read what challa is (scroll down for a picture).

Last night I had one long dream which means I can only remember parts. In one I was standing at the back of a church or synagogue or something, waiting for my time to enter. It was my wedding day and I was having difficulty getting into my shoes as I heard the "Here Comes the Bride" music starting, signaling my cue to enter. Finally I did and as I entered everyone stood up and I noticed everyone was wearing very traditional red Chinese outfits. My husband-to-be was also Chinese and in my head I was thinking how amazing it was that he could speak English, Cantonese AND Japanese. (??) I was met by my father who took me by the arm to lead me to the front to be wed to my handsome Chinese fiance. When I got there I seemed thrilled and excited and smiled as I thought about how handsome he looked today.

Things get dicey after that. After the wedding my husband was no longer that dashing Chinese guy, instead he was a guy I went to highschool with named Dave (perhaps it's because I just saw him in real life, on New Year's Eve?). Then a little later on I was in my home with my daughter (wha??) who must have been somewhere around 16 or older. Our home was being invaded by someone and we were scrambling to find somewhere to hide and/or escape. Finally the man had us cornered in a bedroom and he was going to either kill or torture my daughter. I begged him to do whatever he wanted to me, but to leave her alone. He complied and decided he was going to torture me (perhaps for information?). He took out a blowtorch and lit it, and began to burn my fingernails with it. I remember thinking it felt weird how it tingled at first and then the pain would set in. The horror of it finally woke me up.