Dreams & Schemes

My dreams have been rather dark as of late. Not scary or bad necessarily, just dark.

Two nights ago, I dreamt that through my own trust and negligence, I let my dog Faith be dognapped. A man with two little girls asked to walk her and walked right off. My brother furiously and heroically managed to get her back, leaving me to feel extra guilty about my actions. This all happened in the back sale parking lot, so as Dad and I sat with the dog in the minivan, a couple guys came over and started harassing my dad. Because in the dream I already had my digital camera, I started taking their pictures to show the police, which made them mad. One guy menaced over and attempted to take the camera, which scared me 'cuz I kept thinking, "No! It's special, and I just got it!" At one point, I fell over and started kicking at him, but they decided to leave. Dad and I went in the sale to sort things out afterward. A lot of my dreams take place in the sale.

Last night's dream, well, there were several and I remembered them upon waking and later in the shower, but not now. Usually, if the ideas make it to the shower, they're in my head for the rest of the day. However, the feeling that lingers indicates the most important one was also dark. [Edit: I remembered my dream when I later said, "Nah, dawg" while reading Superpoop. Anyways, in the dream, my little brother, his friends, and I were snuck outside, sittin' at a picnic table in the driveway. The neighbor Jack kept slamming the door. But when I went to teach him how to shut it silently, there was this awful blaring music from the front yard. Everyone rushed inside, hoping my dad would rush to the front, not back, and we were right. Curious though, we also rushed to the front, only to find there was a choreography group in the grass of our front yard? My brother Jack and I were grounded, unfortunately, so I actually watched TV. One of the shows that proved hilarious was Sesame Street. I watched it twice within the hour, and recommended it to Jeff. At some point, my brother came in to the room with me, so I tried showing it to him. Sadly, during the third watching, I could not figure out why I'd ever thought it was funny. As I stood up to turn off the TV, we noticed there were additional cellar doors behind it. Inside was a dank room with a dais, a desk, and a bathtub. There were people everywhere, and we found out it was a "fight to the death" fight club. Somehow, I got volunteered, and managed to slowly get my opponent close to death, but I couldn't kill him. I didn't want to die though, so the lady at the desk said they'd take care of it. Then I found Yellow Version for $4.99 and bought it. Seriously. That was the end of the dream.]

My neighbor gave me a ton of purses. Not literally a ton, of course, but something like 1/100th of a ton of purses. One of them is a "for legit" Louis Vuitton, and while I was trying to identify the model number for eBay, I went through three other spellings before using the Google spell-check to arrive at that conclusion. Girls are really gross. Besides all of the paper trash in various pockets, there were a whole lot of weird, sticky stains I had to clean off. The collective smell made me nauseous, so they are in bags in two different rooms. Hopefully, I can make a lil' money, which would be nice to offset the ridiculous amount of money I've spent on stuff for college.