Dreams are really fucking weird.
There are those childhood nightmares that plague you forever, the dreams where you're naked, dreams of the future, dreams of lost loved ones, and just really random dreams.
I am lucky enough to be afflicted with all of the above, and to top it all off, I talk in my sleep like it's my job to share my dreams with the world. So that's what I'm doing right now.
The childhood nightmare that I can remember clear as day really makes no sense at all. I was sitting in a high chair being fed by my mother (I was 4 at the time of the dream, but I still don't know why I was in a high chair. Apparently my sub-conscious is a slow developer), and all of a sudden she stepped down a ladder into a basement-type-place. I followed her, and to my utter astonishment (or, since this was a nightmare, terror) the ladder led down into an ocean of sea-monsters. And guess WHAT! that mother of mine? A sea-monster. She looked like a decaying mermaid who had some fight in her left (the old lady's got life in her yet!), and I kept trying to get her to change to normal and come back up into the kitchen with me, but she wouldn't. Fun facts: she was slimy, she tried to drown me, and she was in serious need of some dental care. In the waking world, my mom is not in need of dental care. Nor is she slimy. And to the best of my knowledge, she hasn't ever tried to drown me. Just thought you should know.
Fucking sea-monster mothers. They never do what you ask of them. (Not that normal mothers do that, either)
My naked dreams are always really trippy. Usually they involve some sort of sexual act (I'm not really going to specify here, use your imaginations) that I don't normally participate in or want to participate in, but I find myself naked and lollygagging (hee hee hee, good on me for that word choice) in a forest or sand dunes (which would be unpleasant naked, since they are semi-unpleasant fully clothed) or some other completely random terrain. And afterwards, I always wake up really uncomfortable and freaked out. I think my brain doesn't know how to compose fantasies so it just randomly assigns places and people and acts to a dream, kind of like that childhood game, MASH.
I don't like having dreams of the future. Because they are always unsettling, and rarely are they humorous and worth sharing with other people. Wow, if that isn't a downer about my life, I don't know what is. Moving on. When I was a sophomore in high school, for an entire month I dreamt that my dad was leaving. We'd be on a boat, and he'd jump off and swim away (which is ironic since a) he doesn't like oceans and b) he can't swim very well) or he'd hide from us in a forest or he'd "go away on a business trip" and never come back. At the end of the month, guess what happened? My dad moved out. Prophetic dreams for the win? or for the lose? You decide.
RANDOM NOTE: I told my mom before she ever MET the guy she's engaged to that they were going to date. And the meeting wasn't a "date" meeting, it was an interview for non-romantic-related things. Psychic for the win on that one.
Anyway. Back to dreams.
My dreams of lost loved ones are never of family members that have died. Well, not true. Let me rephrase that. They are never of HUMAN family members that have died. My dog Buck was the exact same age as I was, and my parents adopted him from a park where he was a stray. He died the last week of sixth grade. My dog Jasmine died when I was in third grade. My dog Samson, when I was a junior. Grace when I was a freshman. And I don't know if Doozie is still alive or not. But every once and a while I will have a dream where I just get to spend time with the dogs. And I know they're gone in the dreams, but I get to hug them and play with them and love them and let them know what's going on in my life. These are my favorite dreams. I hate waking up after them, because it makes me want to cry (I know I'm pathetic, stfu), but it also lets me know that I'm loved and they're still with me. Yes, I know I'm talking about an afterlife and on top of that an afterlife with my pets, but still.
Last night I had a pet dream. I got to spend time with Buck and Doozie. I don't know if Doozie is still alive as we gave him away my senior year in high school, but I had a dream a while ago where he had "run away" back to my house and spent some time with me before leaving, so I figured that was his way of saying goodbye. But in my dream, I got to love on him and apologize for giving him away, and I sat down with him and Buck and snuggled and shared what was going on in the lives of my family members. It's really touching and metaphysical and weird, I get that, but it's also really comforting to have these dreams. Fuck you if you think I'm crazy, I think they're wonderful.
Anyway, I was talking in my dream. My roommate told me I was laughing (which I do a lot in my pet dreams, because I'm just so gosh-darn happy) and just talking non-stop. She told me she almost woke me up because I was pissing her off so much and it was freaky having a girl laugh in her sleep. My roommate doesn't dream. So obviously she can't appreciate how amazing it is to be visited by animals you loved with your entire heart (again, I know I'm not talking about people, but whatever, I love dogs).
I love pet dreams.
My random dreams are always, well, fucking random. The last one I remember, my father had joined facebook and his first name in his account was "man-boobies." It was hilarious and slightly disturbing. I think that came up in my subconscious because once I told him he had man-boobs and he got really offended and pouty for like a week or so. OOPSIES.
Off to dreamland.
