girl dreams

the subjects of my dreams in this past week have included (but are not limited to):

running down a beach in a red velvet suit, drowning, getting fired by someone from a job even though i told them i didn't even work there, swimming with great white sharks in a pool and trying to capture them with tiny nets, radioactive nuclear waste, trying to walk across a cement beam the width of a pencil, pearl necklaces (the sophisticated kind not the xxx kind), a guy who kind of looked like sawyer from lost but was not sawyer from lost walking on water (no it wasn't jesus either), running (franticly away from something as well as completely lost and confused running towards nothing), having sex on top of a bar with some male supermodel just to prove a point (spectators and my own color commentary/instruction included), working at a soft serve ice cream stand, the creature from the black lagoon, spying on a friend selling drugs to middle schoolers and the crossing guards, seals that turned into black oil blobs, calling someone and their voicemail simply stating "i've got cancer and i'm seeing other people", a monster squad style mission, a bonfire, wearing an eyepatch, telling someone to cut off their dreadlocks and lose the pukka shells because they looked like an asshole, acquiring weaponry such as a sawed off shotgun, rope, nunchucks; having a black eye, breaking my leg, falling down my stairs, my apartment flooding, car crashes, someone i know having been a cia agent for the last year and needing to lay low at my place, stained glass windows, a speak and spell.....

and that's just what i can actually *remember*.

in case you were curious- the nights that i had these dreams i was not drunk nor was i stoned; the last things i ate before going to bed on these nights (respectively): a granola bar, chicken fingers, fried rice.

i'm starting to think i might need one of those dream dictionaries. or maybe a good shrink.