woke up this morning early thinking it was sunday. it felt like the last day of a weekend. i searched my brain for memories of a saturday, if any, and determined it probably wasn't sunday. probably.
went back to sleep and dreamt of terrorists. i'm not sure we had him hostage or he had us - we were in a hotel room and he had a missile and we were afraid to call the FBI because they'd think we were harboring him. he looked like an aging rockstar still sporting the 80's big hair, though it was streaked with grey. he was very vain about his hair, kept brushing and teasing it, and kept wanting to sleep, but you could never tell if he was really sleeping, we worried. finally we called the FBI, and they chased us out of the room so we wouldn't see the special instruments they were using on the missile. i think the terror rockstar guy got away, but we had to get to the 24 hour picnic. there was going to be a beer concession selling premium beer in small cups and i had this great idea that we should bring a kegger of cheap beer and sell it in BIG cups for the same price. there was general excitement about big cups of beer. but i forgot the cups. the end.
it is saturday right?
That's funny, I woke up thinking it was still a work week. I was ever so happy it was Saturday.
I'm doing laundry on a Saturday, after 20 some years of doing it on Sundays. I share your confusion. Pour me another one, willya?
Have you been watching my cam? I mess with my hair far too much, and have certainly been sleeping a lot lately. Hehehe
Was there something in the air last night? I thought I was having weird fever dreams, but now you're the 3rd person to ask if it's Saturday. How odd. I woke up convinced it was Monday morning and I was really annoyed, wondering where the weekend had gone. Plus I had the most wonderful dream that I got fired from my teaching job and I was free. I was happy to wake up and finally be convinced that it's Saturday, but sad that I didn't get fired. (I'm not kidding. I really want them to fire me. I'm too fucking stubborn to quit or do a bad job but I'd be so greatful if they'd cut me loose. This wasn't an anxiety dream, it was wishful thinking).
Your dream on the other hand...wow. that was something. I don't know what, but it was really something.
Quite a dream! I liked the idea of beer in big cups though. The bigger the better.
i think the message here is that to escape the terror of 80's hair bands, it's necessary to drink a lot of beer? i was watching cosby last night and thinking, you know, the fashions are incredible, how i miss the 80's, so my subconscious had to remind me about the more terrifying aspects of that decade.
Skarlet, You were having fever dreams? KD, What a great dream!
Your dreams are as weird as mine. Last night, I dreamed of Tupac Shakur talking to me in the back of an ambulance while I was hooked up to all these different tubes. I don't know what they all were, but I know at least one was something or other mixed with LSD (can they feed that directly into your bloodstream? They can in my dreams....). We all this long talk while I was face down on the floor. And once I dreamed of Sean Connery giving me weapons with which I was to go hunt these aliens....
I started to decipher your dream in a dream dictionary, but gave up as the elements didn't make any sense. Bizarre dream.