Sunday, March 16, 2008

What has Irish Cream been eating?

Okay, I know I already posted once today, but I almost forgot to tell y'all about other crazy dreams I've been having as of late! First of all, I had one of those terrifying "jolt you awake and sit straight up in bed" nightmares the other night. I don't remember anything about the dream up until big sis, bro-in-law and I decided to go out onto some random and large body of water on a boat. Now, this is bizarre for a number of reasons. For those of you who don't know . . . Irish Cream don't do boats! There was an experience on a Greek tour boat a while back that made me realize I never want to step foot on a boat ever again (unless like some kind of ebola virus starts taking over the country and the only way to avoid having my flesh eaten is to take a boat to somewhere else . . . THEN, I'll consider it). At any rate, we were indeed on a boat. And let me tell you, we weren't on that boat for long before this HUGE tidal wave came crashing towards us. I woke up right before the thing swallowed us alive. I was sweating; I was petrified; I didn't want to go back to sleep, I was so scared!

Then, later that same night, I had this crazy dream where I had decided to go back to Notre Dame for some kind of graduate program. I was super excited to pretend like I was in college again . . . and had even been placed back in my old dorm (which is odd, considering grad students don't live in the dorms, but whatev). So I arrived back at campus, only to realize they had completely torn down and rebuilt a good portion of the campus. There were convenience stores and crappy restaurants all over the place, where the gorgeous quads used to be. Then, I took a look around me at the actual buildings; they had been replaced with these disgusting adobe buildings that were all painted really bizarrely bright colors. It honestly looked like something someone on acid would dream up--it was hideous. I was just sobbing and sobbing over what had been done to my school . . . I was horrified. I finally decided I should check in and find my room, but when I went to do so, there were all of these weird staircases I had to go up to get into the dorm. I finally found where I was supposed to go, and then I was told I didn't have the right identification and that I wouldn't be admitted for the semester. That's about all I can remember, but it was seriously weird.

Other than that, I keep having dreams about racing. Last night, I had one where I was running a half-marathon . . . don't remember much from it, but no wonder my legs were so tired when I attempted my long run this morning! They'd been running in my dreams all night long! Okay, this is starting to remind me of a bad pickup line I've heard, so I'm going to stop there with what is a bad joke anyway!

In closing, I can definitively say I must have the weirdest dreams of any human being alive (today). I think those sleep lab researcher people would seriously have a blast watching my brain while I'm sleeping. Oh, and I came up with a theory this morning . . . I think the people who have the weirdest dreams are the most creative. So yeah. Don't exactly have any research to back that up; I just kind of thought it made sense. So there you go.


afterwordsbooks said...

does it make me creative that i have dreams about looking at a sentence on a piece of paper, and then i rearrange it four million different ways, but i'm never happy with the end result?

also? if ebola broke out, the last place you'd want to be is on a boat. the ebola virus is named after the river that harbored the disease (which, by the way, made people's organs drip out of their bodies' orifices) -- basically, the virus thrives in wet, warm temperatures. so unless you're on a cruise on your way to the arctic, keep away from boats at all costs!

this has been an educational lesson from mo!

Irish Cream said...

okay, fine. let's say some kind of super-breed of man-eating pitbulls have begun to take over the country . . . THEN I might consider taking a boat elsewhere (that is, unless the man-eating pitbulls had fins too--which if they are a super-breed, they just might--in that case, I give up!)