In Dreams

I have been having some very odd, vivid dreams recently. The first stemmed from one of my best friends having a birthday and this was the first in several years that we didn't travel to Las Vegas to celebrate.

In the dream, I was visiting him at his home in Steamboat Springs, Colorado where he owns a bar. But, he had decided to change the business model from a swanky niteclub to a frozen daiquiri bar. In a ski town. He had already concocted a few specialty cocktails- the Catfish (my nickname for him) was Dreamsicle flavored with a frozen cherry flavored floater. It featured a cherry jello shot in the shaped of a fish "swimming" in the bottom and was topped with six cherries, the stems were the whiskers. It was really quite beautiful.

I attempted to dissuade him from moving forward with this new venture, but he had already purchased 15 frozen daiquiri machines.

The second strange dream stems from falling asleep watching Chelsea Lately and waking up to a Charlie Sheen special. Last time I fall asleep watching E!

In the dream, I met Charlie Sheen at a mall, he asked my opinion of a shirt he was considering purchasing and we just started talking. He invited me to go to a summer camp with him. You can't turn down an offer like that... so, we went to camp. We went horseback riding and made crafts. At one point we took an innocent bubble bath together, because that's what you do at summer camp with Charlie Sheen. Duh. We became great friends and he cried when camp was over. He was a really nice guy in the dream, I woke up feeling sorry for him.

Dream on

I don't always remember my dreams, but when I do they're pretty ridiculous.

Last night I had a dream that I somehow went back in time and my family and I were on a vacation in New Orleans the day before Katrina would hit. Of course, no one would believe me that shit was about to hit the fan and we needed to get the hell out of Dodge. I was torn between abandoning them in search of my own safety or going down with them.

There was also a part in the dream where we were at a restaurant and wanted coffee, but our server refused to make any for us. We got into a very heated argument about this in which he said I could come back tomorrow and he would make coffee which just further frustrated me because I knew the whole city would be destroyed tomorrow and no one would believe me.

Auggie was with us on the trip (I guess puppies can time travel, too) and as the storm was coming in, she turned into a raccoon and started doing sign language to tell me she was hungry. I wasn't able to feed her in a timely enough fashion, so she BIT my lower stomach. It hurt so much it woke me up... or maybe I woke myself up yelling "OW! OW! OW!" Once I realized Auggie was not a raccoon and at the foot of the bed no where close to my stomach and the sharp pain ceased... I knew there was no chance of falling back to sleep and I should just get up and make my own damn coffee.

Weird Dreams Exclamation Point

I had a dream the other night that everyone called out punctuation marks when speaking. Example: "Hello exclamation point How are you question mark" I ended up in an argument with someone because I said 'semi colon' when they felt I should have said 'colon'. It got pretty heated when in the confrontation I said 'exclamation point' and the person thought I was attacking them.

Last night I had an even more ridiculous dream... my mom drug me to some Texas Swing show in a high school cafeteria. Willie Nelson was there and kept trying to dance with my mom and put her hands on his bum. There was also a guy there that I knew, but he was younger in the dream than he actually is, and he was hitting on me hardcore, but I couldn't pay attention to him because Willie Nelson was puttin' the moves on my mom! Oh! And the band was playing polka music and Black Sabbath covers. It was all very, very odd.

I blame Robin for the first dream- she had just told me about a crazy dream she had before I went to sleep. And her grammar is perfect, so that one kind of makes sense. The second one may have something to do with me reading an email before I went to bed from my mom asking me to pick my grandparents from the airport on Sunday so she can go see a Texas Swing band.