I think it's pretty obvious that I'm not exactly "normal." On the outside I may seem sweet and innocent, but on the inside, and for those that actually know me know me probably think I'm a little bit of a whackadoo. (Which I consider a compliment, btw.) Even my dreams are bizarre. Like, super duper bizarre. There are two dreams in particular that I have every now and then, but I think those are the ones that I have when I'm stressed out. One is where a Southwest plane is hovering over my house, and eventually crashes into it. Weird part is, the plane stays in tact, no one gets hurt, and there is never any damage, but I'm always either in my backyard, or looking out my bedroom window, watching the plane take a nose-dive into the ground, and thinking, "Holy crap. I can't believe I'm seeing this." I usually wake up right after feeling a bit panicked, and every time I'm in my backyard and a see a purple and gold plane flying in the sky, I hold my breath a little bit. The other repeat dream is where I'm back in my old neighborhood, walking back to my house either from the middle school that I attended (what up, Hoover), or making my way back from the high school that I attended ('sup West.) I'm always aimlessly walking back, either feeling lost, or like someone is following me. That one doesn't sound so weird, but I guess it's more of the feeling that comes along with the dream that makes it feel so spooky. I have also had super macabre dreams, that should probably have me laced in a straight jacket and thrown into a dungeon. I've dreamt of being at a carnival and watching a person get decapitated on the Tilt-a-whirl. I've dreamt of watching someone get murdered, and then the murderer asking me to carry the duffle bag that they've stuffed the body in, and drag it into the woods. See. I told you I was weird. But it's not like I can control my brain at all times. But seriously, sometimes I wonder where I come up with half of this strange crap.
Not all of my dreams are bad, or have someone dying a dastardly death. I also have awesome ones where I dream that I can fly or levitate, or that I'm swimming in the crystal clear ocean. I've read online before that if you dream of clear water, everything is a-okay in real life and you aren't stressed. I've also dreamt of being in deep, dark water, far away from shore in a total panic, and that dark tumultuous water symbolizes stress. I believe those theories, too. Usually the dreams that you remember hold some value and become a picture show of your subconscious. (Whoah. Didn't know I could be so hea-vyyy, did ya? Ahh snap. Where's my beret and corn husk pipe? Cause fancy smart people wear French chapeaus and smoke pipes. And before any of you get your p-words in a bunch, my pipe would be empty. I would just look extra sophisticated having one hang out of my mouth.) I promise I'm getting somewhere with all of this. *promise* So, I get it. They say that if you dream of death, it can symbolize a new beginning. If you dream of accidents, it could mean that you feel out of control. If you dream of water, blah blah blah. But here's my question for you.... What the hell does this dream mean? And I swear to God this is something that I dreamt the other night, and when I woke up I was all like, huh? Here it goes, and I'm open for any interpretation....
Francis Mcdormand (the lady that was in the awesome sauce movie 'Fargo'), was putting things away in a kitchen that I have never been in in real life, and she was wearing a Wendy's drive-thru head set (I only know that it was a Wendy's drive-thru head set because she said it in my dream. Even Francis was like, let me clarify this one for you), and she was listening to aliens come through on the frequency of the head set. And she thought it was both exhilarating and delightful. What. The. Eff. What does this mean? Does this mean that I'm having a premonition about the future career of my girl Francis? That she should change career paths? Or is this more of a 'build it and they will come' type of situation, where I have to go get me a Wendy's head set and contact the alien hob-goblins out in deep dark space? Have I officially lost it? Someone, please just explain this one to me. I'll even buy you a Wendy's frosty, because they are delicious.
Now, don't get too concerned my dear friends. I'm about 87% sure that circus music is playing up in the old bean most of the time, and my brain is like, how can I confuse her this time? But if I start donning a helmet out of aluminum foil and telling everyone that I'm looking for Mork to pair up with an earthling named Mindy, well then yes, please bust out the butterfly nets.
Alright. That's it for today. I have a sudden hankering for a square hamburger. ;)
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