I have had strange dreams almost nightly for my entire life. Giant epics, with casts of thousands and worldwide locations. People I know, celebrities, old boyfriends… they all have recurring roles. People I haven’t seen since first grade come trotting through. “What the hell is SHE doing here?” I wonder. I didn’t even like her back then. I’m pretty sure she stole my Cheetos at lunch one day.
These dreams are also full of action, and I do all of my own stunts. There is always a lot of running away from scary things, trudging though mud, and living underwater. I have no idea how we are able to breathe.
And a lot of it seems to happen in the dark. It’s like being in an episode of CSI. Why doesn’t anyone ever flick a damn light on in that show?!
A while back I had an odd dream about being chased through cranberry bogs by Henry Winkler. I dare you to interpret THAT one.
I used to play Words With Friends on my phone. One night I sat in bed and caught up on 13 rounds of Words With Friends before I went to sleep. Then I proceeded to dream all night that I was trapped in a never-ending game of Words With Friends where the only letters I ever got were vowels and I could never make a word longer than 3 letters. I had to quit playing that game.
A few nights ago I dreamed I was hired to escort Sandra Bernhard around town while she was visiting. Sandra refused to believe I was her escort and spent the day trying in vain to ditch me, continually yelling, “No, seriously! Where is my real escort?!?” while I scurried behind her waving my clipboard.
Last night I dreamed I was at a conference of senior citizens who had a lot to talk about, but they could only talk by spelling each word aloud.
No wonder I’m so exhausted every day.