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May 11, 2004
Dreams
Dreams are so weird. Some of them have meaning and some of them are probably just too much pizza before bed. I always tell the story of my dream about Grover from Sesame Street getting flattened by these little oompa loompa-ish guys with flat heads.
This morning my brother and I had a conversation through the closed door of our adjoining bathrooms about last nights dreams. Aaron had a dream that involved traveling around the country with President Reagan who actually looked like skinny Elvis. That dream of course morphed into another dream about him crashing a wedding.
I had a dream about being kidnapped out of my parents house by these bad guys and they were taking me away all tied up in the back of my dads orange kubota tractor and trailer. (which is not much of a getaway car, it's very slow) They pulled out in front of my parents house and I was peeking out off the bag they had me wrapped up in and I saw my mom smiling holding a sign that cryptically said snowman. I then noticed a big snowman lawn ornament and a policeman peering from behind it...this was my cue to somehow get myself free and run out of the way so he could get the bad guy. I, of course ran the wrong way in front of the snowman and in his way, but he eventually got all but one of the guys. There is more to the dream, but my memory gets sketchy from there.
I was flipping through the channels last night and caught a glimpse of some challenge on Fear Factor where someone was zipped up in a bag with all kinds of bugs and stuff...I think that may have had something to do with the part of the dream where I was all tied up... who knows. Dreams are weird.
Posted by stacey at May 11, 2004 08:41 AM
Comments
That is one messed up dream if I might say so! No more pizza for you.
Posted by: wayne at May 11, 2004 05:27 PM