Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poker ducks

So last night's dreams were a bit all over the place. At one point I discovered a duckling at my grandmother's house. I decide to keep it. We start running through the countryside when we find one those lanterns you place fire in and it flies away. For some reason I put my duckling in it. When it starts to rise I start freaking out. Eventually it comes back down.

Next I'm in my apt (dream apt that is) when my landlord knocks on the door wanting to enter for maintenance. When he gets in he asks why my roommate hasn't paid her share of the rent. "because she passed away," I say. He leaves so I meet my friends at an English pub. We have our own room so we can play poker in peace. Super weird. I get sick of it all so I head out to find someone to talk to. I don't find Zachary Levi, but I do see Jim Parson so I thump him on the back of his head when I walk by.

I then have the bathroom dream which wakes me up.

Friday, April 29, 2011


I realize it's been a couple weeks since my last post.  Sorry.  I kinda went on a vacation.  Stay-cation more like it.  A week off was nice, even if we didn't do anything.  Went to the zoo, that's something.

Last night: I have a weird scratch on my toenail.  In the dream that scratch turned into my nail coming off.  Followed by every single toenail coming off.

I woke up crying.  The end.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Hellooooooooo Nurse!

Well, Doctor really because last night featured Doctor Who.  Or to be more specific, Matt Smith.  Grrrrroooowwwllll.

I'm in New York for the exclusive sneak peak of the new season of Doctor Who.  I'm standing in line, hoping to make it into the theater when I notice a lot of people in front of me getting out of line then getting back in line.  I decide to investigate.  Turns out Matt Smith and Karen Gillan are cruising the line and stopping for pictures.  I think "ZOMG I have to haz pic taken wid hawtness" (sorry but lolcat speak makes me laugh).  I get out of line to ask Matt for a pic but he's gone.  I get super sad and sulk back to my spot.  My line buddy then steps out of line and I'm thinking he's going to get a pic with Karen.  NOPE!  He brings Matt Smith over to me and said that he told Matt how disappointed I was for missing out on a pic.  So Matt obliges!  Except my buddy can't work the camera. :(  We stand there for 15 minutes while my friend screws around.  The whole time Matt has his arm around me and doesn't complain about standing there with me (!).  It. Was. Awesome.

It's obvious I need to get my season 5 back from Amelia.  I'm going through withdrawals.  She's had more time with it than I have! (love you A)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Today sucks

Some dreams I'd rather not come true. Like last night's. I dreamt I was awaiting the end of the month to see if I was pregnant. I wasn't. I woke up. It's at the end of the month. I was hoping that dream would not come true. It did. I'm crushed. We've been trying for 2 years. Nothing. Perhaps this is a sign that I need to have a talk with my doctor.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Bad Dreams Reprise

I don't really have anything for last night, but Saturday night was AWFUL.

I received news that my dad had died.  I'm so upset, yet no one seems to care.  The only sympathy I get from anyone is Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  And that's only in passing.  To ease my suffering, my inlaws take me to California.  There I get accused of triple homicide.  I didn't do it!  The bodies were already dead by the time we arrived.  Unless I somehow jumped off the plane, killed them, then hopped back in the plane while it was still in the air, then it couldn't have been me.  But no one believes me.  Not even Michael.  Not even my defense attorney.  Yes, 1 day after being accused I'm in court.  I'm not even allowed to go home for my father's funeral.

At this point I wake up.  As I'm going over my dreams I end up falling back asleep for this gem:

I'm on a mission with Chuck.  I have to wear something slinky.  He has a receeding hairline.  We fight, then fall in a fountain.

That's all I remember.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Mr. Hamburger

Every single dream last night consisted of me going to Mr. Hamburger.  And if you don't know what that is, you have never been to Huntsville, TX.  They have THE BEST burgers I've ever had in my entire life.  Why am I dreaming about this place?  Well, 6 years ago they just up and closed.  No warning, reason, anything.  Just closed.  They opened sometime in the 60s I think.  And just this past month they re-opened in a new location.  Woooo!!!  I've been dying to get back there to get one of their artery-clogging, hip-expanding, cholesterol-inflating burgers.  Seriously, you can't eat there more than once a month or you'll die.  That's how good this place is.

I'm on my way to visit my parents when I make Michael pull over at Mr. Hamburger so I can get a delicious cheeseburger.  He waits in the truck while I run inside.  I'm in the super long line when Nita and Amber show up behind me.  They had the same idea.  Then my sister- and brother-in-law walk in.  To also get deliciousness.

That's really all that happened.  Every. Single. Dream.  The friends/family weren't there for every dream, but that amazing burger was.  I think I need to make a trip to Huntsville to get my fix....