I've always had crazy, vivid dreams. Not every night, of course, but it seemed like I had more to talk about than most. Then yesterday, I was in my Bradley Method (child birthing) class and we were practicing visualization. I think visualization is a kind of silly and it makes me feel awkward, but I tried to humble myself and do it anyway.
It was okay.
Our instructor told us something like, when you're pregnant (or actually when you're giving birth), your hormones make you more receptive to things like visualization and you're more creative or something. I can kind of see that ... while you're in labor, visualization of those things that helps set you apart from the pain. I bet it's a really useful tool for some women.
Anyway, this morning after I woke up, I realized I've been having even CRAZIER dreams than usual for the past few months. I don't remember them all, but they're as exciting as movies and sometimes they stress me out.
A few nights ago, I dreamed that Mark couldn't find his swimsuit or it was dirty or something, so he borrowed my teal one-piece swimsuit and wore it around. IT WAS SO DISTURBING. Men should not wear one-piece swimsuits. In my dreams, they are as creepy as Speedos. When I told Mark about it, he was like, "Hm, so now dream Mark is not doing evil things to you, just embarrassing you." Is this a good sign? I dunno. :)
Then last night, I had this CRAZY EPIC WEIRD DREAM.
Get this. It starts out with we're getting attacked by these giant ... I don't know. Transformers robots? Suddenly a place will get demolished by this thing that looks a bit like a giant gear or the bottom of those track-thingies on tanks. Later I find out that Russia has declared war on us. Even later, I find out the REASON why Russia has declared war on us is because of this reality TV show we recently came out with called, "Meet the Blogoviches" (but Blagojevich was American; this makes no sense!) and the Russian mafia wanted to destroy all evidence of the series. I was confused, because it was all out on the Internet and the existence of BitTorrent (at the very least) means it can never be eradicated.
There's a book series by Patrick Rothfuss that I started reading a month ago that has these people called the Chandrian who are trying to remain secret and fairy-tale-esque who come and destroy people who get too close to finding stuff out about them.
So we're going to war with Russia, which I think is sad because apparently half of my "best friends" have immigrated from Russia (I think I might have about a dozen Russian friends IRL?) but we're at war now. Apparently The Joker (the one from the animated series, only with green skin) was our big military leader and he had some stupid name like "Mr. Man" and he had this "military strategy book" that he used called "The Book of Counted Shadows" (something from Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series - by the way, I stopped at book 3 and don't miss it) ... and because the first edition of the book was in Japanese (what?) apparently Rurouni Kenshin was going to fight for us (uh, yay Samurai assassins?). And suddenly this Japanese anime music I haven't heard in about 7 years starts playing.
Then we go back to our homes, and apparently I live in a town where everyone floats around on inner tubes in a lazy river (like Schlitterbahn?) and everyone looks like they're under 25. And everyone swims around naked. Then Mark and I went to my old piano teacher's house in Ahwatukee (we stayed with her for a few nights last January when we attended a Renai's wedding) with an ugly middle school teacher (she has Princess Vespa's old nose - yes, from Spaceballs) who teaches trampoline jumping. Apparently the place is safe from Russian attacks, or that's where the military meets to defeat Russia, or ... something.
AND THAT WAS IT.
I'm pretty sure this dream says a lot about me. At least my teeth didn't fall out.
