Sleep Tight

Dreams suck.

They really do. I mean, WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY? Why do they have to be so cryptic and mysterious and profoundly confusing? Why can’t they just be like, free therapy where you fall asleep and suddenly you see a couch and a plant and hear a voice that says, “How does that make you FEEEEEEEEEL?” and have everything explained and understood by the time you wake up?

Last night’s dreams were rich.

First, I was a princess (hey, it’s my head…I can be whatever the hell I want) and my castle was sort of haunted by some big blue ghostly beast. I had to escape though all of these little tiny air ducts and kept getting stuck in these tunnels. At one point I ended up in a great big room and the beast came flying towards me with it’s mouth open and I realized that the mouth was another tunnel. I thought maybe I would jump in but at the last second I kicked the blue beast away and ran. I thought there was some very deep meaning behind all of this but woke up suddenly to realize that I had twisted myself up completely like a sausage in my blue comforter. I was realy scared for a second about how to get untwisted, and Lucy kinda looked at me like I was a freakshow, but then I got it figured out and went back to sleep.

The next dream I was at Denny’s meeting someone but I didn’t know who. When I got to the table it was my Dad. Now, as I’ve mentioned before I very rarely see my dad in dreams so dream-me gets really excited when it happens. My stepmom and brothers and sisters were there too and my dad was eating waffles. He looked at me and said, “I worked day and night to put you through college and for what? You are a huge disappointment.” And then as usual, disappeared.

The next dream was me, alone in a dark room with a television. On the television was me, but I looked really different. The television-me was surrounded by a white background and everything was crisp and clean and beautiful. I looked really beautiful and was really happy. The me in the dark room watching couldn’t tear herself away and got so sucked into it that she really was sucked into it and then someone had to come and pull me back out of the TV.

No matter what they all mean, I’m in a weird mood today because of them. I think it’s unlikely that dreams mean nothing. Usually it’s a combination of things you have been thinking about mixed with things you don’t want to think about. And if I gave it a little thought I’m sure it would be clear as day what all of these dreams really mean.

But, I don’t really want to.