dreams.

last night was a string of bad dreams.
well, maybe not bad... just weird. but then again, all of my dreams have been really weird since spring break.

when i went home for spring break, i spent the whole week drugged up on Nyquil. starting either right after that or right before, i started having really vivid, really weird dreams about things that didn't seem to make any sense.

what i can remember of last night's dream started off with me on the phone with Kevin. he said to me "don't take this the wrong way... but tell your fuckin' father to call me." and i'm like "uhh... why?" and he says something about it'll be over if he talks to my dad. i inferred that "it" was some sort of trouble or situation he was in. so i'm like "why don't you call him? you have the number.... you've called before". i don't remember the rest of the dream until the next part.

the second part was the really scary part (to me... you'd have to understand me a little better to get why). i saw my parents, but it was really just my dad and some lady i kept calling "mommy" who looked a bit like Nik Pace =/ don't ask. so i came up to them asking for a hug and somehow it escalated from them not wanting to give me a hug to them yelling at me. i mean, like REALLY screaming on me. and i was crying real hard and tring to explain that i just wanted a hug and they kept screaming and showing me some passage in the bible from the book of Titus that had both my first name and my last name in it (but my first name wasn't capitalized... i don't remember what the passage said, but i remember seeing my names in the text like "Fe****** blah blah blah blah naia". get it?) and through my crying, all i could think of was "oh, THAT'S where they got my name from". it never hit me that it wasn't a real bible passage.

the third dream was relatively short... my church had apparently rented out a theater to show some Dr. Seuss movie, but i had been hanging out in the theater with my stuffed animals before they had started setting up, so i had to go get them back. one was my teddy bear and i thought one was my blue giraffe, but it was really a giraffe with the body of a whale =/ don't ask. so i gathered them up and went to take a seat. there was some young asian lady in my way, so i waited for her to pass, but she turned and held her umbrella out to me. so i just stare at her and wait and neither of us moves for a while. so finally i'm like "what do you want me to do with THAT?" with some minor attitude because i thought she was guessing that i was a coat check or something like that and she's like "i wasn't giving it to you" and hands it to someone who was standing right next to me. my memory of the dream stops here and cuts to the movie itself, which was a rhyming Dr. Seuss movie about some little kid who was waiting on line in front of what looked like an ice cream truck, but apparently was a lunch truck because he asked for a taco when he got to the front. and the guy gave him a taco shell and used a serrated knife (in the dream, they called it something that began with an "i") to cut a square out the bottom of it. he didn't fill the taco at all. the narrator kept correcting himself when he wasn't rhyming properly. it was really weird.

that was followed by a few dreams in which i'm sleeping, but i want to wake up, but i can't open my eyes or i can't move and finally what gets me up is that my nose is stuffed up and i can't breathe. i usually wake up from the dream INSIDE the dream at the same time as i wake up for real.


weird.



peace.