Dreams

Get too wild sometimes.

Wild dreams

Ryan Gosling and I were getting cozy. We were in a field with many other people, just playing and having a good time. At one point, I crawl over to him and sit on his lap. Later, we're swinging on a swing-set together.

I came into work the next morning and told my boss. She said that's what happens when one works "here". Great.

Wild dreams

I had a dream that Harrison Ford was my substitute teacher. Instead of having the class go around and say their name and where they're from (as I've done in every single class in college), he had us tell him who we thought was "badass". Someone said Jesus, someone said their dad, and when it was my turn I said, "I don't mean to be a suck-up, but I'd say Indiana Jones, seriously."

The weird part was that there was a bunch of sexual tension. I think he was on top of me, grabbing my face at one point. He was stoked on my answer and let me go. Later, I had to go to the bathroom to clean myself up. What the.

Wild dreams

I was in a car (more like an Escalade) with Macaulay Culkin and his twin brother. (Mac, as Mila Kunis calls him, doesn't have a twin brother in real life.) His twin brother (who looked like Justin Bieber) looked really depressed. I asked him if he was okay and he unconvincingly said, "Yeah." I was curious as to why he was so sad so I Wiki-ed him. He had AIDS.

For some reason, I decided to kiss him. In my mind, he had AIDS and everyone knew it, therefore women were not affectionate. I took him to my family's dry cleaning business/appliance store/home. It was a giant warehouse with rows and rows of clothes and tables and tables of appliances. Then, alongside one wall there were huge cages.. where I slept. I let him sleep in a cage next to mine.

There were a couple more scenes where there were customers and I had to help them, then me dealing with employees, but after that we were at one of Nick's shows. I was jumping up and down in the crowd and being an asshole, but I'd run over to The Twin, kiss him and whisper in his ear, "I love you". He was so happy. As was I.

Wild dreams

I guess they're not that wild, but it kept me from turning off my alarm that rang for 15 minutes. First, Katy Perry and I were best friends and she had a gnarly lisp going on. It was cute. We played at her house and did girly things and joked around and hung out with her mom.. weird. Then I dreamt that I left my Balenciaga purse in a classroom and someone took the purse, leaving all of the insides--my wallet, phone, sunglasses..etc-- on the ground. Just taking the purse. In the dream, though, the bag was black, not green. Freaked out and tried to find the perp. Ran into some old high school mates who were being beaten by boyfriends and trying too hard to be cool.

The end.

Stranger dreams

I had a dream last night about someone I've never spoken to, have been around once, and have never thought twice about. Someone that matters not in my life whatsoever, yet a whole nights sleep dedicated to this person. It leaves me feeling strange because the dream was romantic, as if suddenly I am connected to this person.

After Inception, I'm sure there'll be plenty of talk about dreams vs reality ladida but that's not what I'm going for, I swur. It was just extremely difficult to wake up this morning because I was caught up in this dream with someone I don't know at all. I don't even know what his voice sounds like. But the dream was so vivid. So real.

Bad dreams

Holy moly, last night was rough. I woke up 1:45am to a crazy dream that was quite upsetting, but I shook it off and went back to bed. Then I woke up at 2:45am to a dream about my dad doing something that I cannot repeat, and my brother being dead (again). The dream was so strange and the happenings didn't make sense, but the idea was that Mikey was dead and I was crying. I woke up and called The Dude, but he was fast asleep so I called Mikey, who is at his Grad Night at Disneyland. I called twice and he didn't pick up and it made me worry. Instead of worrying 'til 6am when he gets home, I forced myself to sleep. Dream number 2,093 of the night was also too vivid and too loco. Some really weird stuff happened in the beginning, but later I was at my husbands house/fancy hostel who was dealing with some gangster shit. Jeez, I can't even retell it because it didn't make any sense. My son and I were supposed to be executed in the back of our driver's car while we were supposed to be whisked to safety, but we inserted these foam things into our heads that made the bullet not kill us. So we were shot in the head and bled, but we didn't die. There was hiding under a bed. There was a son who was used to these things and was almost a pro at hiding and being shot in the head. I don't know. I woke up at 6:30 and called Mikey, who is alive and on his way home. Good morning.