Crazy Dreams

One thing that my mom always told us growing up, is that all of my siblings and I would have the weirdest dreams. She said we used to sit around the breakfast table in the mornings and tell each other what our weird dreams were about, and we would remember them in great detail.

To this day, I swear I have the craziest dreams of anyone I've ever talked to. People have told me to get one of those dream interpretation books and research what my dreams are about, but I'm telling you, I have one of those books and half the stuff I dream about isn't even in there. I would love to see what a psychologist would think if they analyzed some of my dreams or got inside my head. Or maybe I wouldn't...scary thought.

In college, I also had this uncanny ability to read other people's dreams, and interpret them and tell them what they meant. In my sorority, people would actually come to me and ask me what I thought their dreams meant.

So my friend Celeste and I both have jobs where we sit at a desk a lot, so we *sometimes* are on yahoo chat while we work. We would share our crazy dreams with each other, so one day I told her I was going to keep track of these dreams so we could read back through them and realize how odd they were. So I started doing that last October and tell you what, there are some DOOZIES. 

And it's not just that I remember them...I REMEMBER them. I can tell you ridiculous amounts of details, and if I was any type of artist, I could draw you exactly the pictures that are etched into my memory. And not only that, but I remember dreams from years ago. Like, when I was 5. I had several recurring dreams and I could tell you what they are, who was in them, what took place and everything. 

I mentioned this to one of my loyal followers the other day and she said she would love for me to blog about some of my craziest/weirdest dreams...so here goes. Please don't judge me. Hahaha.

"I agreed to go on this date with a guy...who was like 45 or 50. He had a bad haircut and drove like a little Mazda or Toyota car. After agreeing to go with him, he picked me up and we drove to his house. As he drove, he kept looking over at me and smiling. When we got to his house he started cooking dinner. Then the next thing I know I was in an upstairs bedroom of his condo, and HE was now a SHE. And she was acting the same way he was, and acting like we were on a date. And I just remember thinking, "Am I a lesbian now?" I remember grassy hills, walking a dog on the top of the hills, condos in the far distance that were brown, a beautiful mountain peak in the background, and being near Six Flags."


"Patrick and I had to go to Williston. I remember driving by a new hospital they just built on to and it was so futuristic and awesome. Then for some reason we were on the public transit system which happened to be a rollercoaster. It was going up, up, up like a rollercoaster and that's what we thought it was. But all these other people assured us this is the public transit system. Then we kept riding the rollercoaster around all of these new big, beautiful office buildings. We were on one side of Williston and needed to get to the other side. But somewhere in the middle we start riding through all of these badlands and desert areas. Then all of a sudden there's a camp in the middle of it and we're just stopped there on our rollercoaster waiting for the trip to continue to the other side of town. The funny thing was, everyone else on the rollercoaster was old. That's when we figured out that we had inadvertently gotten onto a tour bus rollercoaster and weren't getting to where we needed to go the quickest way. So we just waited around with all of the old people in the desert and badlands."


Am I weird, or am I weird? If you want to hear more, I have plenty more where that came from! 

If any of you are dream experts or any sort of person who would like to attempt to analyze what's going on in my brain, I would love to hear what you think!