Wack

I had a dream last night that I died (which could be considered a scary thing), but here's the thing. Apparently in some deep recess of my mind I have a belief that when you die you go to the pedestrian portion of the Brooklyn Bridge. And while you're there you run in place in marathon clothes with rain pouring down on you. And then someone shows you a bike and says nobody has ever used it. Then I say f that and take the bike and go for a ride on the Brooklyn Bridge. Where does this stuff come from?

Dream Dream Dream

I've been having really weird dreams lately. One involving me and Jenny roller skating in the rain in London. Another where I was in a military training camp with a girl called Sarah and she was making me blow a whistle that would give away my position. And finally last night I was asleep for maybe 45 minutes and I screamed a little whimper of a scream and woke myself up. I had no idea what the hell happened. I think my brain needs some conserving.

Dream Dream Dream

Have you ever had a dream that was so real you expected it to be that way when you woke up. Last night I had a dream that Megan was alive and that her death was a really mean joke. I'm not telling you this to make you sad or feel bad for me or anything like that. It's just that I haven't told anyone at West Dean about her and I can't bare to tell people, but I needed to tell someone about that because it was so unreal. Anyway, I woke up thinking I would be in Plano or at my parents house and it was so strange. Just had to get that off my chest.

The first time I had this dream I thought I was going crazy....the second time I knew I had arrived in Crazyville.

I've had this dream several times where I'm one of the X-Men. Not an actual X-Man, because I have no powers and no cool super hero getup. Instead I spend all my time running away from people with amazing wind producing powers and flame throwing abilities. The dream has ended the same way both times. I make it home and I get in the shower and then this pack of wolves (like in Narnia) come at me through the house and the window in my bathroom. This morning when the wolves got to me one of them turned into a dude in a Smoky the Bear costume. Then my alarm went off and I basically couldn't breathe. What is wrong wit me?!

Me & EMINEM

Ok, last night was a tough night to say the least. I wanted to reach into my TV and pants Wade in front of the entire Miami crowd and I was even willing to suffer the consequences of the crown wrath. Since that can't really happen the only choice I was left with was to change the channel IMMEDIATLY after the game ended to as to avoid my brain being scrambled by his inability to construct a proper sentence.

I went to bed angry not to mention I read a chapter or two of A Million Little Pieces by James Frey before turning off the lights. Basically it's a book where every other word is F.; the holes are filled with a dude that is addicted to pretty much everything going through detox...and it's not going well. In other words it's an angry book.

I had a dream this morning of note that I believe stem from the game anger and the book rage.

I'm sitting at a diner type restaurant and across the table from me is EMINEM...that's right, Marshall Mathers. We're just chilling eating dinner and talking about music and my cousins are playing volleyball outside the window. Marshal asks me if I know them and I say yes, they're my cousins. Then he tells me he wants to play too. That's it...then it ends. Who knows what could have happened if my alarm didn't go off.

I could have been his new producer, 50 Cent could have walked in, anything is possible.

Regardless, you don't get much more rage than EMINEM unless you're entering prison territory and I'm pretty glad that didn't happen.

Here's my theory about the dream. I'm eating with EMINEM because he's a rapper....Dirk loves rap. Dirk is also no doubt stricken with anger right now and is turning to rap to release that tension. In an effort to put those emotions towards something with purpose he has turned to the court, much like M joining in a friendly game of volleyball. Needless to say when it all comes down to it Dirk is busy getting his edge back while Shaq is being mauled by his "husky" daughters.

Meanwhile Stack is hitting 3 after 3 in the practice gym while his personal assistant is sticking pins in his Wade voodoo doll, so he can have plenty of excuses to tell the media when the Heat lose the NBA Finals.

My Mind is Slip Slidin' Away

I am so sorry for the lack of blog yesterday, work is getting crazy and the blog had to take a back seat.

First of all Jess, you can look forward to a sweet pic of me in a future blog where I will make your dreams come true and attach my head to the biker chics body. I'm here to please and I gotta say that is one sweet idea.

Moving on. I had a dream last night that was very strange. I have been working on coding web pages at work and I pretty much suck at it so it has been on my mind a lot lately. Well, last night I had a dream that Adam was teaching me html and he just kept talking and talking and talking and all the information was going in one ear and out the other. I had this dream early this morning so at one point amidst my daze of sleepiness I actually thought he was in my room droning on about table tags and other html jargon. I woke myself up when I told him to stop talking. Clearly I need help.

Dream Log

As most of you heard I recently had a vivid dream involving me, an African tribe,and a scary near death experience followed by a trip through the air in a tiny flying house.

Well I have had another dream, not as interesting as the last one (not sure anything will ever top that one), but it was quite interesting.

I'm in London and I'm walking around the city with three things: my purse (Burberry...of course, it's London), a suitcase, and a laptop.

For some reason I decide I need to go somewhere and cannot take all that crap with me so I leave it on the corner of a busy street (Oxford Street). So I go do whatever it is and when I come back a three quarter miracle has happened. My suitcase and laptop are still there. How this happened....I will never know. BUT my purse with all my credit cards, passport, and the ring my mom gave me for graduation are all gone.

What do I do? I call the police. And lucky for me the man that comes to investigate it a very cute American man. Somehow he figures out where my purse is and we head over to their hotel.

So we knock on the door and this girl lets us in this sweet penthouse hotel and I'm thinking....why does this girl even need my stupid purse and the money from my nearly empty bank account if she is shacked up in this joint, but whatever. So I ask for my stuff back and she says "h-no!".

Well I follow her to the kitchen pleading with her for my stuff and she has used a magnet and put my debit card on their fridge. Why?....no clue. But I took one look at it and grabbed it. She got real mad and I asked her for my graduation ring and she said she had sent it to a jeweler and that it was being melted down and made into something new.

Then I woke up.

Where does this crap come from. I just needed to put that out in the void. So there you go dear void.