Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve updated this. I haven’t been sleeping well at all lately, so consequently my dreams have been less impressive and less amusing. If they don’t amuse me, well, I guarantee the few people who read this won’t be entertained either.

Last night, I dreamt I was on the bench in a basketball tournament. My team was winning, and I spent all halftime scream-singing “FAME! I’M GONNA LIVE FOREVER! I’M GONNA HOW TO FLY – HIGH!” and jumping as much as possible.

All I remember is that I was directing a movie or music video and the star ate the set. “My god, he just ate the scenery. Is that postmodern or what?” I shrieked.

I was standing in a forest with Renaissance Fair people for some reason. Matt was in a suit of armor and I was in some princess outfit. I wondered what the hell was going on.

The preschoolers were “acting like a raspberry” in their creative movement activities.

I played laser tag with Ryan at Village Inn. He was more than a little surprised to see me, but he was also relieved to find that I didn’t have a real gun.

Then we with a bunch of people completely destroying a house. Some guy ripped off the door, and I shot my laser tag gun at the windows. It actually made holes and I was surprised.

Night time sleeping
I only had boring dreams about posting web pages for other people. I didn’t sleep well at all, and didn’t get nearly enough sleep.

Nap time sleeping
I had some rather frightening fertility rite dream or something. I was with another person at a place that would supposedly find your dream mate. I wasn’t there to find anyone; I was just being moral support for the friend I accompanied there. There was an incredibly pregnant woman doing a television show about childbirth, but the back of the set kept falling down. She’d get up and fix it, even though she was enormously pregnant, and her male co-host never offered to help her. The pregnant woman refused any assistance; she had had seven children earlier and was pretty accustomed to being pregnant.

I had another dream about the armless and legless Fisher Price Little People. That’s about it. I spent the night at my parents’ house since we went to three city-wide garage sales today. I was awoken at 5:11 am by the crows that live in the woodlands behind their home, and awoken at 7 am by Mom. It wasn’t a highly restful evening.

I was sitting on a young child’s bed, and one end flew up because I was so heavy and it was so weak. Someone was lying in the bed and she said the bed was 25 years old, but very comfortable. Then she offered me a rocking chair for my room. I told that I’d be interested in looking at it, so we went to another room. Everything was fairly peach-colored, and the rocker was actually inflatable. I didn’t want it. Then some guy ran by wearing a towel and hopped into the shower. I was suddenly only wearing a towel and getting ready to take a shower in other bathroom (there were two bathrooms side-by-side) when I heard him say that there was no more hot water. The girl freaked out because she knew her parents would kill her: no only would they be upset that there was no more hot water, but that she had guests over. I told her I could take my shower in lukewarm water and I wouldn’t mind.

I woke up with this sentence in my head: “I’m going to paint my car eggshell. Wait, that’s a lie and I never dreamed that.”

I was on the roof of an industrial/office building. A short, cast iron fence separated me from Dexter (of Dexter’s Laboratory, which was probably on my TV while I was dreaming: I sleep with Cartoon Network on), and Dee Dee was sitting right across from me. Dexter had on a knight’s armor, and Dee Dee was wearing a bunch of pillows. I don’t know what I had for protection, but I did need some: baseballs were being hurled at us. Dee Dee never got hit by any of them, but Dexter and I came awfully close to getting knocked unconscious from them. I watched one of the balls bounce over my head and another go asunder through space and land near the tires on my car, thankfully doing no damage. So basically I was stuck in that DOS game called Gorilla that’s on the gallery computer; each player takes turn launching things at his/her opponent, and it supposedly helps you learn physics or something. I could be making that last part up, but hypothetically you should be able to learn something about trajectory from it.

I was in someone’s basement, and I went into a secret room with no roof. Sunlight streamed down, and there was a ladder leading up. There were a bunch of paint cans, pesticides, and other miscellaneous stuff cluttering the way. Something black was hanging down like moss, but not as drippy. I wasn’t really grossed out by it, but I did yell at my mom, “Sorry, Mom. I know you hate this room.” Then I went to the ratty couch from the late 1970s and curled up with a knit blanket that reminded me of fuzzy sweaters. It was mostly pine-green, but also speckled with bright colors. There were a bunch of board games on a coffee table nearby, including Mom’s and my favorite–Bargain Hunter. Mom wasn’t “there,” I don’t think, but I still talked to her.

I saw a set of “Four Seasons Planters”: a jack-o-lantern, a snowman, a floral scene, and something else hanging on a porch.