Crazy dreams.

[psyche29]

In an effort to make herminia feel better about her own crazy dreams, I thought I would post a few of my own.

My dreams are ridiculously complicated and long....and give people headaches when I try to explain. They could mean any number of things - but hubby and I are pretty sure that they're simply an outlet; I don't have room in real life to be anything other than completely sane. So my dreams are the one place where I don't have to fix everything.

They don't come often, but when they do, whooo, are they doozies! I try to write them down when I remember them, and they're ridiculously detailed.

The one I'm relating today is one I dreamed a couple years ago, and it involved so many different, unconnected things, it was mad.

It started in a house. Not mine, a family's. The mom and dad were in their bed, it was bedtime, and for some reason, my friend and I (I'm assuming he was a friend, because we seemed to know each other) were standing in the doorway, and this mom and dad were telling us that sure, we could stay in their house for a few days. Even though I had no idea who they were, why we were in their house, or where this house was. Or how we got there. Anyway, in the middle of this, a couple of their kids came barreling into the room and climbed into the bed with them, for stories or whatever.

So the next thing I know, my friend and I have had a quick argument about who would get to sleep on the closet floor as opposed to in the bathtub. I won and got the closet floor, and he took a blanket and pillow and went to the bathroom.

When we woke up, we went outside, and there was a beach and an ocean just off the front yard. Literally. There was house, lawn, fence, beach, water. We went into the water to swim, and it was really nice because there were all these little signs everywhere in the water, telling us what kind of water was in that particular sign's spot. Some of them said "riptides," some of them said "calm and warm," etc. So we swam around, staying away from the ones that weren't calm.

So anyway, a little way out into the ocean, there was some long grass growing up out of the water, like in a lake. There was even a little sign that said "grass." But it only grew about twenty feet out from the beach, and in a horizontal line till about the middle of the house. So we swam around it, and on the other side of it, there were little signs that said things like "a little deeper" and "big dropoff here" and "sandbar."

We swam for a few minutes, but then suddenly there was this HUGE Viking ship sailing in toward the beach, and everybody in the water was screaming and running as the front of the ship (which had an impossibly long tree trunk sticking out in front of it) made its way through the "grass" in the water.

So suddenly I'm no longer in the water, I'm standing on the lawn at the house, and this boat beaches itself, and that's that. THEN it's suddenly evening, and dinner time, and I'm walking toward the house from the side, which is apparently how you approach it from town. I don't know what I was doing in town, I just know I was coming back from it. Anyway, as I'm getting to the front door, a whole bunch of trucks and cages and vans and trailers and the like pull up to the house.

It's a circus - an entire circus - and they're wondering if it's okay for them to park all their stuff at this house for a few days. And the mom and dad are suddenly there and they say sure, y'all can park here. We're just making dinner, why don't you join us all?

So the circus people all park their vehicles and begin setting up camp, etc. And I go inside, and suddenly I'm looking for plates, but not just any plates. I'm looking for the white ones. And then someone says that the vampire needs the special plate, the one that's white with green all the way around the edge and has a big red heart in the middle that has the words "I Love You" in red script in the middle of the heart. I'm frantic to find this special plate, because the only way the vampire can eat is off that plate, and it's the only thing that will keep him from needing to drink blood.

So I finally find it when a three-year old leads me to it and says with absolute crystal clarity, "We always keep that plate here." "Here" happens to be on an end table just to the left of the front door of the house.

So I bring the plate to the vampire, who's sitting outside at the picnic table with a cowboy and the ring master of the circus, and I set it on the table in front of him. And he picks it up and starts to eat the plate!

Then I'm suddenly no longer at the house. I'm on a paved road in between two cornfields. And running toward me is Tiki Barber in his full New York Giants uniform, and out of nowhere a cop car, with sirens wailing and lights flashing, runs him over, and there's this sickening puncture sound, and then there are about twelve other cop cars with sirens and lights going, and suddenly there's just this huge flood of water, and it comes up to about the middle of the cop cars' windows. As it begins receding, the entire Giants team - all in uniform - are running and yelling in indignation, and surrounding all the cop cars, and pretty soon the cop cars are gone and there's just a whole bunch of wet New York Giants laying in the road. Poor Tiki's over there, deflated like a balloon.

And then I woke up.

I swear on your closest family member's grave, I am not now - nor have I ever been - on drugs.

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[psyche29.livejournal.com]

Soo...feel better about your own dreams, now? Or do you need more? *hee*

For real, though - this is what my dreams are like. They make little sense, they're completely unconnected to anything, even within each other, and they're ridiculously detailed.

And I dream in color. I wonder if that's weird or not? *shrugs*