Friday, May 4, 2012

It Took Me 45 Minutes to Recover This Morning

If you need to know one thing about me, it's that I have ridiculously crazy dreams on a regular basis.  I've HAD crazy dreams since before I can remember.  Let me put it to you this way, that strange, blacked-out drunk/totally high all night dream you had last night that was way in-depth with multiple plotlines you couldn't remember and was horribly horribly graphic with some adult rated content in it?  Yeah that's my "regular".  If I get to remember my dreams.

So I had one my regular dreams last night.  Admittedly it was decidedly slightly more involved and intense than usual.  When I woke up from it, my heart was racing and my adrenaline was pumping.  It took me 45 minutes of just laying in my bed to settle down enough to turn on the light, turn down the ac, get some food, and watch an episode of My Little Pony.  I'm still not completely settled down yet, which is why I'm writing this now.

I'm not going to tell you about my dream. I've tried a hundred different ways to explain the strangeness of them away.  I'm settling on I'm legitimately complete crazy and I've either got everyone else completely fooled or I'm locked away and don't realize it yet.  One way or the other, I'm just nuts and I'm going to have to get over this fact.

Man, if this doesn't scare away the potential suitors (or, conversely, bring about the ones I don't particularly care to have again) I don't know what will...

But yeah.  I've had crazy dreams since I can remember my dreams.  Some of them can be related to things  I'll have done the day or in the days before.  Sometimes it's quite obviously a dream I've had before.  Sometimes it's a memory of a place.  Sometimes it's something I've never seen before, with pain or sensations I've never had before.  Sometimes they're graphic.  By which I mean people with swords through their pelvises or a native american attacks with tomahawks.

(The tomahawk thing was last night actually.  Right after the ride on the ridiculously small and quickly filling up with water colonial boat.  They were attacking each other and not anyone else.  Warring tribes, you know?  And something about an angler fish.  But really when a tomahawk goes through a child's skull [or something the size of a child, I'm not entirely sure] and there's a lot of blood coming out of the wound?  Yeah...that's more graphic than usual, I'll admit)

So yeah...that's pretty much what I've been doing this morning.  Trying to recover.  There are many parts about the dream you haven't gotten.  Trust me.  This is only a sampling of LAST NIGHT.

We'll see if this continues.  Any time it takes me what I feel is too long to recover, I'll probably write about it.  But yeah, legitimately crazy over here.  Don't worry too much about it.

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