April 30, 2009....
I have very vivid dreams. Sometimes I dream in color, but most times when I remember my dreams, I am always puzzled.
I quickly go online and consult any dream interpretation site because I believe there must be some hidden message. They can't be that whacked without having the meaning of life hidden in the images.
The past two weeks, I've had some crazy ass dreams. One dream I turned into a platypus; another I was telling my husband to stop hanging out with Brett Michaels because he is a bad influence. The best part of that dream is when hubby was leaving for work, he gave me a kiss goodbye and I made him promise me to stop hanging out with Brett.
Last night, I had 2 dreams and believe I could interpret the first dream.
In the first dream, I challenged my friend, J, to dance daily for the month of May. Initially, she is only dancing in the privacy of her own shower, but becomes so accustomed to dancing whenever music is playing that she breaks out in dance in Starbucks.
In reality, I don't see her doing that. However, I can see why I had the dream. She has a lot on her plate at work and I think she needs a little fun and dancing is fun.
I haven't a clue about the second dream and I'm thinking I may not want to know what it is about.
I dreamt about this kid name Doug that I went to school with my entire life. He was in a room with William the Conqueror. I don't remember if there was dialog, but if so, glad I can't remember. Something tells me the conversation would have been disturbing.
Just imagine what my dreams would be like if I were on crack. Wait, they might just be normal.