sonoranrn: (B&Wme)
I love being a vivid dreamer. I tell Jesse about them in a half-awake state which helps me remember them when I wake up.

One of last night's dreams:

I was in the wings of a theatre, picking up loose change and bits and pieces of things from the floor while watching the actors practice some Shakespearean-kind of play. (I recognized some of the lines, though I don't remember them now.) After a while, I went outside to look at the flowers and found a bridge made of watermelon that stretched across a cantaloupe canyon. I was lying down, looking at it and trying to take a picture of it when all the actors came out and we went for a walk together. We wandered along a river and went across a huge (real) bridge that wound along the water's edge. While there, we saw a big warship on the water shooting javelins off the bow in a big fan and up in the air was a helicopter shaped like a shark.

Dreams are awesome.
sonoranrn: (crazy)
Last night's dream:

Jesse and I were at our friend, Dave's, house where I was using his computer to chart on a man who had three penises. Then we left to go to a nearby park and sit on a picnic table which was covered in facts about the world's tallest and smallest men. I was complaining about not being able to get into a class I wanted to take because it was full, and Jesse offered to chop someone up with a hatchet so there would be an opening. Dave said he didn't want to take part in the chopping, but would assist with "disposal services". Then we all went to a hotel room and hung out with a few other people who were watching a home decorating contest show on TV. The quick challenge was to decorate a bunkbed, a table, and a bachelor's chest. The contestants had to be inspired by a food and use something made of sheet plastic. All three teams draped their tables with bubble wrap (the large-bubble sized stuff) but one team didn't cut it to the right size so it didn't cover even half of the table, but they pulled it into one corner and said it was intentional. Then a woman in the hotel room got up and started giving us instructions about something, but I wasn't paying attention, I was playing on my phone instead. Someone was looking for the cat and found him eating from a bowl in the corner, and said we shouldn't feed him Trix, milk and Jameson because the whiskey was bad for his diet. Then the guy sitting next to me on the bed got up and started singing "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John and we all joined in. The end.

Welcome to my sleeping brain.

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