& that's the way life goes

This week has been packed with nightmares and ridiculousness going on in my head while I sleep.

Monday night: Someone was breaking into my house to kill my Mom, Dad and I.

Tuesday night: I died! I was in my body for my last breath! By far the creepiest dream I’ve ever had.

Wednesday night: Something I did almost 10 years ago came back in full force in my dreams. No I didn’t kill anyone but it was something stupid and involved a guy that had a longtime girlfriend. Ok. Don’t judge me.

I wonder what tonight’s subconscious conjure up?

What is the weirdest or scariest dream you’ve had?

I slept a lot last night.  Nearly 10 hours.  It was awesome! In those hours I had a strange dream that I remembered when I woke up and pondered it while I drove to work this morning.  The content wasn’t all that strange, it was more the concept of the dream.

There was this couple (who I sorta know IRL) and they were arguing.  At one point I was in the next room over trying not to eavesdrop and packing a suitcase.  Every once in awhile I would “drift” over into the other room.  I touched the guy on the shoulder and he lost a little bit of his anger.  Another time in this “house” they were arguing and I would hear them and try to block it out but then all of a sudden be in the room patting him on the shoulder or muttering words about how she was kind of acting like a major bitch and why he put up with that.  No, I wasn’t a ghost.  I was…are you ready for this…a thought.   I was in the dream because someone was thinking about me.  I had a dream about being someone else’s thought.

Is that not a little on the weird side?

I dream in color…I dream vividly…I dream like I’m watching tv only I’m living it.

Weird much?

Sometimes this vividness is quite awesome.  Other times not so much.  Sometimes I dream of people I know (which can be weird).  Sometimes I dream of celebrities and athletes.

Last night I dreamt of Roger Federer, you know my tennis boyfriend.  I had a job working PR and was working the US Open in New York.  My friend and I were both there running around doing our jobs and I got to meet Federer.  I was very excited and we totally made out (haha) but then I felt bad because he has a girlfriend and they’ve been together a long time and she used to play tennis professionally.  Yes all these details were in my dream.  He gave me tickets to sit in the lower bowl (is that what you’d call it?) of Ashe Stadium.

I wonder where these ideas surface.  What kind of dreams do you have?