Over the last two nights I have had three dreams that I think encompass my head space right now. Without much more flourish, here they are:

Dream #1. Sunday night. I dreamed that the Big A was going to pick me up from the store. I exited the building and he pulled up in a giant truck. I opened the door to get in and he pulled away. I walk back into the store frustrated, hear him honk, come out, try to get in, and he pulls away. At least TWENTY times before I manage to wake myself up and think about something else.

Dream #2. Last night. First dream. I dreamed that there were about 15 of us in the belly of an out of commission submarine (i.e. it was on land and old). We were being invaded by these green slimy blobs. We had sealed off all of the corridors and were in the very bottom of the sub. Then, someone wanted out. So we went to one of the hatches and when we opened it, green slime started dripping down, indicating that they were keeping guard over our exits. So we spent the night trying to thing of ways out. The next morning we decided that we would open one hatch and let the slime monsters fall through one or two at a time. Then we would kick their heads in until they died. Eventually we could maybe kill them all and we could escape. And it worked on the first dozen or so, then, it appeared they had machine guns. And the person holding the hatch up and letting the green monsters in slowly was shot in the head. But not before she pulled on of the monsters in with his gun. After the gunshots started, we closed the hatch and tried to come up with a new plan. And none of them were good. We thought about the escape hatches on the floor, but they were also guarded. And in a point of desperate hopelessness, someone suggested killing our group of people with the machine gun so that there was no more suffering in the belly of the sub.

If at this point, I haven’t scared you away or you feel compelled to read dream #3, just click the extended entry.

Dream #3. Last night. Second dream. First of all, before I start with the details, I want to point out that people who I haven’t seen in a VERY long time were in this dream. Including friends of friends who I haven’t seen in 5-8 years. It was kind of crazy. In this dream, I was going to marry an Indian woman. And the night before the wedding we had a reception at my parent’s house. I can remember sitting in the back yard on a lawn chair talking to my cousin Michael about getting married. And he was trying to give me marital advice (although I think his solution to fighting is to make more babies… but that isn’t the point). Then I went into the house and saw this bottle of champagne that had three spouts on the neck. Then it was the next morning and I was walking down the aisle toward my future wife. And the priest is up there and one of my family members shouts up to him, “Has the communion been blessed.” And he said, “Yes.” Then the bride reaches over and starts eating the wafers like they are crackers and the priest yells at her that she isn’t catholic yet and that it is sacrilegious. So she spits them into a golden bowl that the priest is holding. Then she is going to get baptized. And the church had these two huge pools, filled with holy water. And he goes to the one at the very back of the church with her, and she dives in. Then he grabs her by her ankles and starts dipping her up and down. When they start walking back up to the altar, her brother and sister jump into the pool closest to the altar and start swimming. Again, the priest freaks out and starts yelling, “Get those children out of there. It is holy water! They will be converted!” So someone on her side of the family pulls her out. And the children come over and sit by me. Then, out of no where, this guy comes into the back of the church and evil music starts playing and he looks at the priest and asks, “Where’s my money?” And the priest says, “I have it right here.” And the man walks up to the front of the church and takes the money and then comes over to the little boy sitting next to me and starts putting the money in his pockets, like he is taking the boy with him. And I look at this man and I start taking the money out of the little boy’s pockets and give it back to the man. I tell him that he can’t take the little boy and he says that he can. So I punch him in the face and it gets ugly from there until we are all getting into cars to go to the reception. This is the part of the dream where I see a bunch of people I know. Also, at this point, I have married a man, Winemonkey to be specific because his family and friends are there as well and they are congratulating us. The rest of the dream is kind of hazy. I can remember one of my friends trying to trade me cigarettes for birthday secrets. It was strange.

And that ends my dream sequence.

I have a feeling that I know what dream #1 and dream #2 are about. And I think that dream #3 was just really out there. Regardless, welcome to my head space.

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