What the...?

Dreams. The only thing that doesn't make sense, besides women's crazy emotions when mother nature comes by. Sometimes dreams are so weird you wonder if you sleep walk while doing drugs. But other times, if you just have too much time on your hands, it sorta makes sense. Not necessarily the dream but more of the reason of why you had it or where it came from...

Dreams kind of digest whatever you saw, heard, and did throughout the day and then make this huge pile of crap. Face it, if your dreams were made into movies, only pot heads would enjoy it. And nightmares? Yeah, that kinda horror film just wouldn't match up with any story line whatsoever. The audience also would hate the sudden ending and it's just someone being woken up by their mother. Dreams are weird, mine are some times interesting, I can still remember a few from when I was younger.

The most recent I had, I can hardly remember but it came together when I woke up. I had dreamed that I went and got my first tattoo. It was epic too, and I also I had gotten the piercing I'd been wanting for awhile. All I can recall was my mom giving me a disapproving look and then we continued on with life, you know, after I slayed dragons or something really cool that would probably make me cry in real life. I realized that before I had gone to bed I had googled tattoos I was interested in getting, so it explains some of it?

The oldest I can recall, I was maybe five. We were at my Uncle's house playing hide and seek with my cousins but we were playing on my bed but it was in my cousin's room...? But, my cousin Aimee had fallen off the top bunk. We weren't necessarily scarred as much as we were just curious as to what just happened! I went to peek through her eye lid or just check on her. And her whole eye was black. She opened both eyes and I'm just sitting there talking out loud to my cousins and I look at them and they have the same eyes! I run to go get the adults who are mingling in the kitchen when I notice theirs are all the same!! I sprint out the door, hop in the drivers seat of the police car, and start driving away from the, now on my tail, Godzilla. Holy. Crap.

One other thing that intrigues me, I see dreams from both point of views. Sometimes I will see myself in the dream while other times I can see my dream through my own eyes and have thoughts of what my next action should be. Maybe I have like a director for film's mind? So I can understand the story from both sides. It's quite funny every now and then, because I can sense myself telling dream me not to do something and then hearing my own voice be like, "Noo.... What are you doing you idiot!?"

I love dreams though :)