In Which, A Dream

I had a dream last night. It took place at Fryeburg Fair. There was some sort of air fight going on with helicopters and I was put in charge of flying one of the helicopters. Which really didn’t make any sense because these were Navy helicopters and I’m not a member of any of the armed forces. My helicopter piloting abilities were evident because my helicopter crashed and I got captured by whomever we were fighting.

I was captured by a clown… Clowns scare me anyway, but this clown was sort of like Sweeney Todd, in that it killed people and put them into meat pies. And that’s what they were planning on doing to me. Thankfully, I was able to escape.

Being at Fryeburg Fair, my grandparents were there and I ran to their camper. The camper area for the livestock exhibitors was set up like an actual campground. There was a kitten there with wings that kept running into the road, so I tried to keep it out of the road.

And that’s pretty much it.

 

In Which, A Dream

Rather unfortunately, I had a dream with Alex in it. One would assume that would be a good thing, where I want him back and all. But I know that it’s highly unlikely that I will get him back, so I need to give up. It hurts me so much, for some reason, to admit to myself that I need to move on, but I know I have to.

And that’s why it’s unfortunate for me to have a dream that he’s in. I’m trying to rid myself of thoughts of him; a task that I’ve found to be increasingly difficult.

What makes this all even more unfortunate is the fact that we’re reading Sigmund Freud’s The Interpretation of Dreams in my Act of Interpretation class. So I’m analyzing the dream out of second nature now. Of course, the only thing I can remember from my dream is that Alex was in it, so that’s all I can analyze.

Freud says that dreams are a representation of a fulfilled wish. Obviously, I’ve been wishing to see Alex again and, there you go! In my dream, that wish was fulfilled.

 

In Which, My Cracker-Ass Dream

Aside from the clearly offensive title of this post, it is true. I had one weird, cracker-ass dream. Certainly, I didn’t have to refer to it as such, but it truly fits.

I was in a dream version of the Vietnam War. I knew it was only a dream version because it was like a cross between the Vietnams of Platoon and Forrest Gump. It was like Platoon because John C. McGinley was there; he was the leader of the platoon I was in. It was like Forrest Gump because I was shot in the ass and it had a less of a impending doom kinda feel to it. After being shot in the ass, I was promptly brought to a medical building, where I was helped (i.e. having my butt bandaged) by Zach Braff as J.D. from Scrubs.

The oddness didn’t even stop there. The budding romance between my platoon leader (i.e. John C. McGinley) and I was a little odd. I may have a little girl crush on Dr. Cox in Scrubs but in Platoon McGinley was kind of a sleeze. Of course, in my dream, we wasn’t a sleeze, but still.

All this oddity was trumped by the troop of Vietnamese Boy Scouts that we thought were attacking our platoon. We even shot a few of their parents that followed along behind them. They weren’t trying to harm us though! All they wanted to do was sell us stuff! Like fleece jackets, and snuggies, and handkercheifs. After apologetically buying merchandise from the Boy Scouts, we continued on.

I don’t remember at which point in the dream this happened, but the platoon heard about a space shuttle explosion back in the States. On the space shuttle, of course, was the crew of Apollo 13. Kevin Bacon and Tom Hanks died in the explosion, but Bill Paxton returned to Earth just fine. And I know Gary Sinise was mentioned in there some where, I just don’t remember where.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

 

In Which, Coincidence?

So me and Taylor have been having some relationship problems. These are mostly caused by the distance of me being at college and him still being back home. But, they are also caused by both of our own insecurities and mental incapabilities.

Like I said, we were having relationship problems. I mean, we were really having relationship problems. Like, almost to the extent where it would just be easier to end the relationship. We still really loved each other, we were just having a bunch of problems.

But then last night, I had a dream that Taylor died of a heart attack. And then later Taylor told me that he had a dream that I drowned, last night. We both feel a lot better about our relationship now. Because the dreams made us realize how much we really love each other. And how terrible we would feel were these dreams to come true.

The fact that we both had drems where the other one died, on the same night cannot just be a simple coincidence. It’s like the Cosmos are working together. Or some other strange rubbish like that. Haha