well, i was talking with my sister and friend lee about it, and they asked if i watched weird things before i went to bed. maybe that had something to do with the content of my dreams. well here is what i have come up with from the last 2 nights.
TV watched that night:
- The Bachelor,
- Conveyor Belt of Love
- Overweight Virgin (or something like that. but the dude is not overweight anymore. he was 620 lbs and lost 4oo lbs so he is trying to get into the dating scene. and by dating scene, i mean something a little bit more suggestive and explicit but at the same time totally natural. we are all human.)
- Nyquil at 9:30 p.m. (keep in mind i still have these types of dreams with or without nyquil. maybe it's a combo of everything. sigh)
it stated out in a remote village in the middle of the desert. i spelled that dessert at first and actually thought that would have been a whole lot cooler. hahaha. pun very intended. and then there were all these crazy, mythical, knight dudes, that rode black horses with armour and we were trying to escape from them so we went to this little manufactured home/trailer where my grandma lived and were were watching re-runs of Rocko's Modern Life and we were hiding out from these bad people. then these 2 innocent kids that were actually not that innocent came to the door and then reported back to one of the dark knight dudes with long curly locks that we were hiding up in the trailer. so we were suddenly forced to fly away in this trailer.
well as cool as that was it created some problems. we didn't have much food and were some reason infested with rats. so we had to live in one room at a time and then sanitize and clean it and try to survive off of all the food we had left. well one of the knight's got on his horse that had wings and flew up to the trailer and started shooting the whole thing to pieces with his machine gun. pretty cool right? well i avoided getting shot but everyone else was like swiss cheese.
as i was laying on the ground in the trailer and saw the knight point his gun inside, i kicked him in the face. he fell down to the ground and then i jumped out and ended in a beautiful green meadow and found a lovely sparkling gem in the ground and then suddenly knew i had found "home". whatever that means.
so all in all it was like a lord of the rings meets knight's tale meets the breakfast club. and the dude with the long hair looked like sawyer from lost but had hair down to his bum.
not sure what that is supposed to mean, but maybe me watching the bachelor made me think about knights or something. and the fact that he was a pilot? did that induce the flying horse and trailer? and where does the overweight virgin come in? sigh. this is far too complex for me to figure out.
TV watched that night:
- The Biggest Loser
- Wrong Turn (part of it, but then sean got a little scared so i turned it off)
- America's funniest home videos)
- Nyquil again. I wasn't feeling to good and was all aches and pains.
well, all i remember about this dream was that i went to Park's Sports early one morning. This is a sport/camping/ outdoor equiptment store, for those that don't live around here. well, i went into the store, and the only reason that i was there was because i needed....
a paper towel. not plural. just one.
i have no idea why, but had to have one before i went into work. just had to. there were no excuses. so i went into this store, just thinking i could find some in the back, like maybe the workers were cleaning and left a roll laying around. i found them and ripped off a sheet. then i saw this really cool water bottle that was $17 and was ergonomically awesome and i had to have it.
but when i looked up? i realized that i was the only one in the entire store. and it was pitch black outside.
so i put the water bottle down, and then had this moral dilemma with myself. do i take the paper towel, or leave it? what should i do? i couldn't show up to work without it. would i go to hell for stealing the paper towel? then suddenly an employee walked in and said, "boy i had a rough night...." he went off on that and didn't even seem to be slightly suprised that i got in there by myself. so i bought the paper towel and left.
thoughts: i have no effing idea why i had this dream. my sister asked me if i did anything with a paper towel that may have sparked this dream.
the only thing that i can think, is that last night i was attempting to make myself some toast for dinner, and i ripped a paper towel off of the roll to eat it on because i hate doing dishes and want to conserve water and stuff, because we can always plant more trees, right?
i say attempt, because well, let me explain. we have a toaster oven. you have to toast the toast 1 and a half times before the toast is properly toasted. well i toasted my toast and ran back in the other room to watch the biggest loser. i heard the ding go off and saw the toast hadn't cooked, which is typical since it needs to cook 1 and a half times, and i toasted it again. the ding when off and i went in there and the toast was still uncooked.
why you ask? well apparently you have to plug those things in for them to work. huh. and also, apparently it will still ding if it's not plugged in.
shame on you if you fool me once. shame on me if you fool me twice. guess that saying is incredibly true.
still, that doesn't explain my dreams?
**update. as i was writing about my dreams, something came to me. on monday night sean said i was kicking him really hard. i have no recollection of it. however, i think it was totally me kicking the knight dude in the face when he fell out of the flying trailer!