Lesson learned this weekend: don't eat salsa and chips before bed, because you have whacked ass dreams.
Dream 1: Was long and involved, and I only remember the end, but it was weird enough to recount. Someone in my family died, so there was to be an estate sale. Everyone had to go to the house and spend the night there. Of course because there were so many people, everything was outside to be sold, while everyone slept inside. We're talking crammed into a tiny space, all rooms occupied, blankets on floors kind of sleeping. I was walking around the house and hooked up with a guy that was an actor and sort of a cross between Sam Jones III and the best friend from What I Like About You. We made out, I wanted to have sex (in dreams I'm really horny), and then he told me he was in a celebrity celibacy program, and even showed me a flyer with his name on it. I respected his wishes and went off to try and get un-horny. And then I walked into one of the rooms in the house, where there was one person sleeping and tried to be all cool, because he woke up and it was Tony Stewart. Who was mildly cranky.
Dream 2: Also long and involved, which I don't remember much of, but I do remember the compound that we were trying to figure out in some science class. It was all adults, so I'm guessing it was a college class, but we had to figure out what the third element in the compound was, using evidence. It was like scientific detective work. Very cool, and the freaky thing is...I was dreaming actual element names and someone being damn smart about figuring out what it was (the figuring was not coming from me). And at the same time, I was watching a TV special about Tony's Kids which had to do with foster children and, you got it, Tony Stewart.
For some reason Tony invaded my dreams this weekend. And the Redskins game. But that one wasn't my fault.
Dream 1: Was long and involved, and I only remember the end, but it was weird enough to recount. Someone in my family died, so there was to be an estate sale. Everyone had to go to the house and spend the night there. Of course because there were so many people, everything was outside to be sold, while everyone slept inside. We're talking crammed into a tiny space, all rooms occupied, blankets on floors kind of sleeping. I was walking around the house and hooked up with a guy that was an actor and sort of a cross between Sam Jones III and the best friend from What I Like About You. We made out, I wanted to have sex (in dreams I'm really horny), and then he told me he was in a celebrity celibacy program, and even showed me a flyer with his name on it. I respected his wishes and went off to try and get un-horny. And then I walked into one of the rooms in the house, where there was one person sleeping and tried to be all cool, because he woke up and it was Tony Stewart. Who was mildly cranky.
Dream 2: Also long and involved, which I don't remember much of, but I do remember the compound that we were trying to figure out in some science class. It was all adults, so I'm guessing it was a college class, but we had to figure out what the third element in the compound was, using evidence. It was like scientific detective work. Very cool, and the freaky thing is...I was dreaming actual element names and someone being damn smart about figuring out what it was (the figuring was not coming from me). And at the same time, I was watching a TV special about Tony's Kids which had to do with foster children and, you got it, Tony Stewart.
For some reason Tony invaded my dreams this weekend. And the Redskins game. But that one wasn't my fault.
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