Now back to me...

I just posted a dream from a friend of mine that I've been meaning to post for days. Apparently my own dreams got jealous of my friends and decided to get crazier than usual last night. I'm not even sure I can accurately describe everything, but trust me, it was nutty.

In my dream, I was chatting with a good friend whose name I won't mention - protecting the innocent, all that - and she tells me that the extra fat I see is the good kind, like, she's intimating that she's pregnant. I don't really say much, but then she says she's okay with it because she's engaged and it's all okay. I seem to be annoyed by this and am likely about to tell her that when suddenly, I'm in a courtroom.

I'm not exactly clear what's happening in this courtroom because I'm not there long, but there was definitely some sort of trial going on. I'm not clear if I was on trial or if I was a lawyer or just some crazy passerby. But moments later, I was on a road.

And as I was driving down this road, people were stopping and plugging in their Apple products - I know this because all the plugs were small, square and white. I see some people from church that I haven't seen in months, and they are going on and on about how great it is that the State of California installed all these power things along the road. I start looking at it to determine if it's solar, but I can't figure it out and don't really understand why they are literally every 5-8 feet. So I get back in my car and continue on my way. And apparently, I was on my way to Rome. I had no idea it was so close to the US!

So I'm driving and I appear to be just driving over some hills. There's no actual road, although I see a road in the distance. I definitely have a mission, and as I look at a map, I see that I'm near the Trevvi Fountain. Yes, I realize the actual spelling is Trevi, but in my dream, it had two v's. So, I start looking for the sign for this fountain, and sure enough, I pass it, and it's down this tiny little dirt road, and not that I've ever been to the real Trevi Fountain, but trust me when I say, this wasn't it. Though there are all kinds of people looking around what appears to be a giant cement well. And naturally, I run into my friend Tasha and her son and another child that I have no idea who is. She proceeds to tell me this other child is a bit of a nightmare to travel with. So we wander around, and there are also folding chairs so people can sit, and then someone gets up to talk, maybe to extol the value of the fountain. She's wearing a red robe, much like a priest might wear, though I'm certain she wasn't a priest. She's starts talking, then it's really a man talking, and three more people get up behind him in white robes, as though they're going to sing. I even make a comment about them being angels.

Moments later I'm looking around for something and, oh yes, my good friends Booth and Bones are there. And clearly something's happened, and we're trying to figure out what. So Bones sneaks into a building that just happened to appear, and she's breaking open bars of chocolate and finds something hidden in one.

And then, I'm standing in front of WVU men's basketball coach Bob Huggins. Because, you know, that's how all crazy dreams should end.

Still not the only one that's crazy...

Another friend of mine that regularly reads this blog shared a crazy dream she had...and so naturally, I'm going to share it with you...so read on for the crazy dream goodness brought to you by Jenna (reprinted with permission from the email she sent me last week)...

I had a dream about you last night. Well... you weren't in it, but you were there indirectly. You see, I was a trainer for Adobe, teaching people how to make PDFs accessible. I had my cool sweater with the Adobe logo on it and my laptop and projector in a little rolling bag, all set to go out to customer sites and teach classes. I drove over to CSUEB and fought through the whole parking thing and then rolled my bag into this building. Inside the building there was a reception desk, but no one was around. I figured I was a bit early, so I waited. Eventually, two women came walking in talking and chatting. One of them was that lawyer Kim from Drop Dead Diva, and she sat down in the receptionist's chair. She totally ignored me and kept talking to her friend about where they went for lunch. So I'm standing there looking at her. Finally, finally she looks over at me and I say, "I'm here to see Carrie." Then she gives me this "look" and says, "Why don't you give her a call and let her know you're here?" WHAT? I can't BELIEVE this woman is being so snippy with me. As politely as I can, I ask her, "Aren't you the receptionist?" but she just gives me that "look" again. Just as I'm turning around to pull out my cell phone... I woke up. Thought you'd get a laugh out of it.

It's nice to know that I'm not the only one that thinks Kim on DDD is evil. Thanks for sharing Jenna!

It's not just me that's crazy!

It's so refreshing to know I'm not the only crazy dreamer out there...please enjoy this guest blog from my friend Jeff...

The other night I had a vivid dream that struck me as both bizarre and funny. This made me instantly think of my friend Carrie who has a blog where she sometimes shares her funny dreams. I shared what my dream was about and she is letting me have a guest post. Thanks Carrie, enjoy.

Axl wants to be my friend.

So there I was hanging out with some friends who somehow were friends with Axl Rose from Guns N' Roses. Axl remembered meeting me one other time and for some strange reason he really wanted to be my friend. He was really amused when I told him the story of how my conservative mother-in-law saw Guns N' Roses open for the Rolling Stones along with Living Color. At the show Axl wore leather pants with the butt cut out (this is the only part of my dream that was true). The Axl in my dream was a much more decently dressed and well-groomed version. He then convinced me to go out to lunch with him to a deli in a seedy part of LA. As he was driving me around in his SUV, he asked me if I would help him revive his music career. I said I would and we ended up at a warehouse with a stage. He then starting performing with a band and for some reason I was sitting high up on the side of the stage. During his performance he climbed above me and jumped off of a ledge expecting me to catch him. I barely did which saved him from falling to his death. At some point we were driving around and Axl took me to a lingerie shop which was attached to a strip club. He seemed to frequent this club and was trying to convince me to go in. I then proceeded to explain why I don't go to strip clubs and he said that he respected me for standing up for what I believe in. The last thing I remember before being woken up by my 4-year-old was walking off into the distance. As a side note, I have never been much of a fan of Guns N' Roses.

Thanks Jeff! Anytime you want to share your crazy again, just let me know...

In my dreams I sing with Bon Jovi and have a million iPods

Oh antibiotics...how you mess with my brain...In the 3 1/2 hours I slept last night, I did have a rather crazy dream...I do believe I'm obsessed with celebrity...but I digress...

So, first of all, I had 5 iPod shuffles...the ones that are the clip...and they are that electric blue color (much like the one I own). I was at some sort of event, and I handed these out to people to try. Like I was some sort of iPod guru trying to convince them they needed one. So, some people start playing with them, and then they sort of get strewn about and end up under a table in some sort of line, and then there's a dog playing with them. Yes. A dog. And so I crawled under the table to retrieve them and when I got up to look for the last one or two, people just started bringing me iPods of all shapes and sizes. Nanos, classics, old, new, but all either red or white. So I have this armful of iPods and I walk into another building which is sort of like a trailer but huge and then I don't have them anymore. 

Then, I'm with a friend - honestly can't remember who now, but I did know her, and she's informing me that I'll be singing such and such a song with Bon Jovi. And this seemed like a surprise to me, but then Jon walked up and he just starts talking to me about how we're going to do it and it seems perfectly normal...how he's going to the sing the first verse and chorus and then I should sing the second and he'll harmonize with me. 

Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up people! 

And so then he sits down on these random folding chairs and I wander around this trailer/makeshift green room and find little silicon cupcake molds and think it's odd, but I put them down and close the cabinet. But then I really wanted a cupcake. By the way, we don't practice the song or anything. We just know it's going to happen. So, a few minutes later, I see David Bryan (Bon Jovi's keyboardist) and he just sort of wanders by. No idea where Richie was. But then Jon gets up to go to the stage and says he'll announce me, and so I wait a second, and then my alarm went off. Dang it!!! Now I'll never know how good we sounded together...

In my dreams I'm friends with Angel

Sleeping in the middle of the day when I'm sick and on antibiotics brought my dreams to a whole new level of crazy today. I fell asleep watching Angel and then dreamed I was friends with the young vampire with a soul, a.k.a. a young David Boreanz. Yes, I realize there's something wrong with me.

So, I'm in this dream, and it starts with me laying across a bed looking at figurines and pictures on an end table. And as I'm looking at these things, I realize how sweet the figurines are - little Santas and Christmasy things, and then lots of photos of, apparently, an even younger Angel. Then Angel sort of scoots up toward where I'm laying and starts looking at the things with me. And then he gets really quiet and it becomes clear that this is some sort of tribute to him made by an old friend who has now apparently died. And it's suddenly very sad. And then this old friend's mom comes in the room and sort of freaks out when she sees Angel and then gets all emotional because it's been so long. She's asking where he's been, and he's apologizing, and I'm just sitting there watching. 

The scene suddenly changes, and Angel and I are sitting outside on a curb amidst a giant wind where red dirt is blowing all around, but apparently he's done something with some sort of magical power to make it this way because I ask him why it's winter. He just sits there and then I get all mad because it's clear he's made it winter to avoid going to the funeral of the friend. I then proceed to get up and walk away.

And then I woke up and wondered what in the heck was in these antibiotics I'm taking!

Are you married?

So, this question was asked of me last night by a sort of random nice guy that I barely know, and it wasn't at all skeevy, but clearly I'm still thinking about it, so I guess it threw me a bit. We were just chatting about random sports-related things and he asked if I was married (I already knew he was). "No," I said in my oh-so-light-and-airy tone. "It's just me." 

And then the part that's still frittering its way around my brain...because let's be honest, especially those of you who know me, I'm not really the marrying kind. Or at least I've never really thought of myself as the marrying kind. Like, if it happened, okay, I'm good with that, but if not, well, that's okay too. I've never wanted kids, so that's not an issue for me, and frankly, I'm far too selfish when you really get right down to it to actually be good at being married...whatever that might mean. All I know is, it seems pretty hard when you watch it from the outside, and I applaud those of you making it work. You rock.

But you know, when someone asks you that sort of question, it naturally makes you think. When their response back to you when you tell them you're not married is, "Aww, that's too bad. You'd make some guy a great wife...all your sports interest..." and then just shakes his head? Well, then...you think more than you should. Because then you wonder...if that were actually true, then where exactly is this guy and what exactly is he waiting for?

But is that really true? Is that really all it takes? I gotta think not, but I've always said my best move would be to marry a professional athlete because they're gone half the time and wouldn't bother me, but again, that seems sorta selfish, right? And now they're all too young anyway, so it just wouldn't be right at any level, but that mini conversation, along with my 3 days of strong antibiotics and steroids apparently tripped out my brain enough that I felt I should share it with you.

Welcome, once again, to my own personal crazy...

As a final note, this little event was at least 127 ways better than the last time someone asked me if I was married...while I was filling my car up with gas (headed, ironically, to a wedding celebration event!). I admit it. I lied. I said I was. Because he was ALL kinds of skeevy and the conversation needed to end immediately.

In my dreams, I work with Booth and Bones and near big trucks

I have no idea how to connect the dots from my dreams last night other than to say that my brain is completely cracked and I took Benadryl before getting in bed.

Part 1

I'm in a hotel with Booth and Bones and Bones is rinsing out whatever crap she's found in the shower. I recall there being a bug of some sort and naturally she's like "whatever" and Booth and I are grossed out. Later, I get 3 phone calls from Booth and he's not exactly sober...in these calls he basically tells me that he loves me  and then when I see him later, it's awkward, especially when I discover he's made the same calls to Bones. I'm not exactly clear what happened next as it all becomes a blur. I suppose watching Bones before going to bed MIGHT have had something to do with this part of the dream...

Part 2

Somehow I appear at work sight where there might be logging occurring, but I'm not exactly clear, it just seemed like we were in the woods. And there were a lot of big rigs. I was there with a couple of my current employees and we were apparently trying to meet with several of the workers to collect data but they keep leaving the table for one reason or another. And we just sit there looking at each other and basically saying "figures". Yeah. It was strange. At some point in the dream we may have been riding in one of these big rigs, but I'm not completely clear anymore.

I definitely like Part 1 of the dream better and would be more than happy to continue that tonight...