I should only post the dreams I have. It would be hilarious.

ANYWAY.

So all my dreams last night (more like this morning; I woke up at 7 and then fell asleep again until 11) were really complicated and convoluted, but I'll try to post them in a slightly organized manner.

So first of all, I was at my house. Mom and I were... cleaning the kitchen or something, because we were going to have company over. As we're cleaning, we hear something outside. As it turns out, my auntie Di has mailed her youngest daughter to our house so we can spend some time with her before their family drives down the next day. In my dream, however, it is not 3 year old Olivia, but a new, younger 10 month old baby named... Diana. Who looks exactly like my aunt only she is a baby. So we get this kid out of the stroller that she was in, and we stick her on the kitchen floor so she can hang out while we clean. She starts cruising the watching machine when Rebekah comes in, all "BLAH MOM I DON'T WANT TO HELP CLEAN" Of course, she then notices the baby, does a double take, and scoops her up. "AWW THE BABY IS SO KYOOT" she says. Baby is quite freaked out at being picked up with no fair warning, and looks like she is about to cry until Rebekah is all "I LOVE YOU KYOOT BABY".

Now that Rebekah has the baby, we find out that the stroller she was mailed in had a heating unit, which was actually leaking deadly radiation. So I go out there to turn it off and thereby save the world from the radiation. Of course, none of the switches to turn it off work, so I have Joe get me a screwdriver. The screwdriver is able to pull off this screw/knob thing that was causing the radiation, but doing this makes all the other kids hate Arnold. Yes, from Magic School Bus. No, I don't know why. Anyway Arnold was sad that no one loved him anymore. I was all "whoops didn't meant to make everyone hate you" but since I saved a baby from radiation I figured it was all good.

Anyway, then we are at my grandparents' house watching TV, and I have my laptop with me and am trying to tape the stuff that we're watching. Somehow I ended up taping some episode of The Simpsons, which was also a videogame that I had to play. Bart had to save Lisa from some deadly trapeze (spellcheck changed that to trapezoid which would have been 100 times funnier.) but of course he couldn't save her as the game was unwinnable. But as it turns out the videogame part didn't really mattered and all that mattered was that he tried to save her, and it went back to the show (that was now inexplicably live-action) and Bart had decided to never tell her that he tried to save her. And then Milhouse was flying and I was all "MILHOUSE IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE BLUE HAIR WHY DOES HE HAVE BROWN HAIR NOW CHANGE IT BACK" which was weird since I haven't watched The Simpsons in like a year.

So then we changed the channel and were watching Time Warp Trio (I WONDER WHY [SELF STOP BEING STUPID]) and I was all "THIS EPISODE LOOKS LIKE PSYCHONAUTS" which it did, to which Rebekah responded "YOU LOVE THAT GAME TOO MUCH" (which I do) and then it really was Psychonauts or like some TWT/Psychonauts crossover and I don't know. It was in a museum.

Then I had to teleport everyone in this little room to a place like 10 years in the future, but as it was a dream it wasn't working too well. It eventually did something and the whole room turned black and we were... kind of invisible or something. But the room still existed, and Sammy came over and looked in the room and Mom was all "NO YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE" and he was all "Why mom" and she was all "... there are angels in here" with angels being like dead people because everyone assumed that the people who were with me and I were dead. But then I had this gigantic stuffed bear-thing and everyone thought I was a ghost, and so I used that to my advantage by trying to convince everyone to leave the room that I was teleporting. It only half worked because Sarah and Dad thought I was faking. It was really frustrating.

There was something earlier about driving and going to a gas station and sideswiping someone but I can't really remember.

So yeah! Those were my beautiful dreams! Hooray!

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE IN THE POLL; DECISION WILL BE MADE OVER THE WEEKEND

Oh lord.

So I had more crack dreams, most of which got all squished together into one big dream casserole that made no sense, (and kind of tasted bad,) except I kind of remember the bit near the end.

To sum it all up in one sentence, I dreamed about a crossover between Watchmen and Time Warp Trio.

The weirdest part was that it worked perfectly. It was equal parts funny and terribly depressing, and I wanted to read/watch it a million times.

So yeah. I think the Watchmen part came from me watching Futurama and offhandedly saying to myself, "Oh, Nixon's president here too!"

(i have no idea what I ate last night because damn is that cracktastic)

First I would like to clarify, from the previous post, that I actually quite liked Meet the Robinsons, in a 'this movie is the most ridiculous, plot hole-ridden, cracktastic thing ever. AND I LOVE IT.' Also the Adam West bit helped. :D



So ANYWAY, the night before last, admit a myriad of very cracktastic dreams, I dreamed that I got my hair cut. In my dream it looked really cute and I was all excited. Then I 'woke up' but it was actually still a dream, and I realized, to my horror, that the haircut looked like the movie version of Alice from Twilight. And then I really woke up and was all confused that my hair wasn't short.

So it's been on my mind for the past two days and I keep feeling like I should just take my scissors and chop my hair off. This, I realize, is a terrible plan, and I should not be so influenced by my dreams. THAT'S WHERE YOU GUYS COME IN. You tend to be relatively smart, so help me out here! VOTE IN MY AMAZING POLL OF AMAZING:

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(at least it wasn't the dream from the night before that where I got shot in the arm and/or hip)

Oh man.

Ever since I got home, I have been wanting Subway sandwiches.

Not just, "Oh, I feel like having a Subway sandwich." Oh no. It's this "OH SNAP I DON'T WANT TO EAT ANYTHING OTHER THAN A SUBWAY SANDWICH AND EVERYTHING ELSE TASTES LIKE CRAP" deal.

It's gotten so absolutely ridiculous that for the past week, I have been dreaming about sandwiches every night.

Not even an exaggeration.

What am I supposed to do? How can I stop being so pathetic?

I was just going to go with crack dreams, but since I actually ate some pizza last night that may have contributed to everything. Also the fact that I went to bed at like 7:30.

Of course, I can hardly remember my dreams; only the ones that occurred right before I woke up those 100 times, but still. There was a large part where, after church (or after a wedding processional) there was a Calvin Kline fashion show. Afterwards, I found out that the daughters of this pastor's family we knew in Michigan were in it, and they ended up having super powers. The youngest could turn invisible, and their non-existent even younger daughter could teleport. All this caused the sun to explode or something, so I took this muffin that represented the earth out of its wrapper to roll it up so it wouldn't burn. Or something.

Then of course there was the part where I rode my bike from my dorm to Wilson, but half the time it was my car and I had to pull over when my backpack fell off. I ended up riding? to this house where there was some kind of evil witch lady (possibly had to do with the stuff I mentioned previously) that we tried to stop but she stole all the cars so no one could leave and so she could kill them. I ended up trying to run back the way I came, eventually coming to this woman's house that I knew, where apparently I had left my bike while she was gone. I was about to make a fabulous escape when the evil maybe witch lady showed up and started trying to kill us. I'm pretty sure I screamed at her and told her it wasn't the woman's fault, and I told her she could keep the bike.

There was another part that I wanted to mention here, but writing about the biking to Wilson thing made me forget it. Whoops writing the next part made me remember! There was something about some kind of Olympics where people would win trophies, and some people I knew were going to try to get gold in swimming... I knew all of the people who competed, which included my brother James (who lost, btw). The person I was supposed to want to win lost and got very angry, but my friend Alison won so I guess it was all good. Afterwards I took James out and this one guy said, "Aww, how old is she?" and I was all, "3, but James is a he not a she. He's just wearing this yellow flowered dress."

The last thing I dreamed (right before I woke up) had something to do with those Chzo games, which is weird because I haven't played them in pretty much forever. I was... sort of playing them, except I alternated from being the player character to being myself. There was something about jumping into pictures (Psychonauts-inspired, I think) and using telekinesis to find this little hidden demon thing that would help you (definitely Psychonauts-inspired) and while my main goal was trying to get out of this evil place where we were, the demon-thing wanted to kill all these evil goats. So I let the evil goats out and it went on a rampage, while I ran like hell to get away. Apparently it killed them all because I got out and started throwing an "I won the game woo" party with myself, (I basically started dancing,) but then this annoying dude old who had been with me the whole time was all, "actually you didn't win" and went to show me this crater that somehow I knew that I (still as the player character) was buried in. I deftly avoided looking into said crater, but it turns out I/dude wasn't buried in the crater, I/he had been hung and was on some kind of pine tree hanging behind the crater. This marks the point where I started being myself and the player character was himself, and he was quite upset to see himself looking quite dead after being hung. So he and I had to, in a very creepy fashion, go through the forest under and behind his dead corpse. However, he was faster than I, so he got much farther, which was bad because I was there to make sure he didn't actually die. In any event, I think I started being the dude again, and I had gotten through the deadly forest and was supposed to give this potion stuff to someone or else I would really die. Originally, I for some reason gave it to Kim Possible (no idea what that was) but that was wrong so I pretty much rewound the dream and gave it to the right person.

And then I'm pretty sure I woke up because I can't remember much after that. Kudos if you actually read all this! It was ridiculous!

edit/sidenote: The song mentioned in my previous post (No Children by the Mountain Goats) was going through my head for at least half the night. So most of these had that as some kind of weird soundtrack. Anyway.)

So it is one week until Mankato Fun Times of Awesome. Can I wait? I think not.

Today when I took a nap I had this crack dream where I watched a trailer for a movie that was about normal guy who somehow ran into this princess... the story went that there were 12 ancient princesses who had been given the task of keeping goodness in the world, and they were thought to have all died off. But, one was only like frozen or something and she wasn't dead... she acted kind of like Giselle from Enchanted, all innocent and childish and naive. Anyway, she found this guy and told him who she was and she looked around, threw her arms in the air and said, "I PROCLAIM ALL THAT I SEE... TO BE NOT GOOD." And the guy was all shocked and said, "Really?" and she said, "Really." And so he pointed at the sky and he said, "What about the sky?" and she said, "Not good." "What about the grass?" "Not good." And this went on for some time and then the trailer went on, explaining that he had X days to show her that the world was good, or else she would call on ancient gods and/or magic and kill everything. And then the trailer was over.

And then the dream went on so that I was the guy and we went and had this cracktastic adventures and there was this fly thing that was an evil queen I was worried that now all bugs were sentient and I couldn't kill anything. Also the princess girl had this set amount of time she could be in the real world because it was wrong and sinful and she wasn't or something. It was measured in water or something but I ended up drinking it and I don't know. It was a total crack dream.

Frighteningly enough, it seemed like it would be an actual movie. D:

There were other bits of the dream, like where I had had a class that only met on Friday and it was taught by the husband of our church secretary in Kansas, but the class got canceled because he saw me on the roster, and then he was stalking my dad or something. I don't know. It was pretty creepy but also hilarious.

There was also something about being three siblings who were hiding in an underwater ship and I had to breathe through those ceiling fire extinguishers but they had air instead of water.

CRACK DREAMS.

I HAVE THEM.