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Dreamscape

I really do have the wierdest dreams:

Sometime, during the week of Nov 18 – Nov 22 – as I started descending into illness last Monday night, I had a dream where this odd, purple-ish round Heads Up Display kinda hovered at the corner just inside my field of vision. There were buttons on the disc that I could select, but I started turning the HUD image around to check it out, and before I could choose any of them, it went away. Once it had gone, I was left with the distinct feeling that the controls were something I could tweak that would change my feelings, or my circumstances, almost like setting cheat codes for life – but I couldn’t understand how to work the controls.

Then, throughout my entire sleep cycle last night, I was CERTAIN that there was this one mathematical task that I needed to figure out – or something similar – a really important puzzle to suss out. I also kept feeling this STRONG urge to have my feet covered for some wierd ass reason. I’d keep getting up to use the bathroom, then by the time I was tucking myself back in, I would remind myself – “Oh, yeah. I REALLY need to do that thing/figure that thing that I was thinking about out.” But then my head would explain that it was just a dream, and I remember feeling relieved that I wouldn’t have do/figure out whatever thing was rolling around in my dream.

Then – at one point, I ended up in this room where people were assembling things with differently colored blocks of what looked like Floam (a water-soluble molding material made from polystyrene beads that is REALLY funky and fun to squeeze and mold). It was like people were putting these large, weird doughy pieces of the United States together, state by state while floating around in zero gravity. I was able to bounce up into the field and fly around a little, but I don’t remember if I helped out in any way or just screwed around going ‘WHEE! ZERO G!’.

I also seem to remember that Channing Tatum was there, because HELLO Freud “Psyche wants happy button pushed” and apparently Mr. Tatum was tonight’s ‘Sexy Wierd Inexplicable Dream Cameo’ – but he just jumped into the air and started helping the others assemble everything.

The assembly itself seemed to be important, but people were grinning and laughing as they went about it. It was more joy than goofing off.

Dreamscape

Last night featured a rather detailed dream in which I became a horse owner, for some mysterious reason. I was walking around an open air market, searching for yummies for my horse, and asking people what were the best things to feed it. I found a few things that the horse REALLY liked, and that were apparently really good for it. I would pet the horse, and it would nudge me, then go off to hang out with the other horses that happened to be casually strolling around the market.

During this entire episode, I was thinking to myself, “How the HELL am I going to afford a HORSE? Where on earth will I PUT it??” But, apparently, the horse was a necessary item for some reason. It was also very friendly and seemed to like me very much.

This then somehow devolved into a dream with zombies, with absolutely no segueway. I was running with a group of people, striving to escape the hungry zombie hoarde. OF COURSE there was an ‘adorable’, helpless and utterly USELESS child that we had to cart around to ‘save’, which was irritating in and of itself. We suddenly happened upon a boat. We took the boat out to a large house on an island with steep sides, and I turned back to the shoreline to watch this teeming mass of rotting bodies walking into the surf, their heads just going ‘BLOOP’ beneath the surface of the waves.

Somehow, we are able to get into the house, which is absolutely filled to the brim with affluential types that honestly have no idea that the zombie apocalypse is upon us. They’re just partying and having a good time. We show up, covered in gore, and almost immediately these snitty, bulky security goons show up to try to show us to the door, and we make short work of them. Well… *I* make short work of them. Since we didn’t have guns, for some STUPID reason, I neatly chopped one guy’s hand off with a machete. The message that they finally received from this was ‘I mean business’. I seemed to be one of the only people in the team that was capable of actually killing either zombies or people.

At some point, the zombies are able to start banging on the sides of the house – because fuck physics.

It was at this crucial point that I woke up.

Every once in a great while, my brain presents me with a truly lovely dream. I’m pretty sure that if any of these dreams actually happened in real life, I’d react JUST. LIKE. THIS.

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