Explain this one to me!

My dream style pretty much follows the same pattern of the rest of my life. All or nothing and random. I go through periods when I don’t seem to dream at all, or at least have no memories of them at all. This seems to be usually when life is actually cooperating with my crazy arse, and I manage to sleep something resembling healthy sleep patterns. So that is kind of the rarity these days. The trend in that last few weeks is not only a dream or two that I remember pretty much every night, but dreams that ensure that I am up at least three times a night (the other one or two being the feisty bladder).

The only thing that all the dreams seem to have in common is that they are all completely nuts.

They usually leave me saying "WTF?", or something much more juicy. Once upon a time I could recognize parts of a dream, or make SOME sense out of them. Not so much anymore.  These days my dreams flip between wild adventure movies on acid, comedy movies on acid, or acid trips on … well … prozac. To be completely clear, they are nuts; insane; wacky; way out there; totally certifiable.

"swimming"Not that I should be surprised considering the source.

Sometimes if I think about them enough, I might make a certain limited sense out of them. Like finding that one bit of whole chip in a bag of broken chips. But even with expert help I suspect most of these dreams would have me locked in a lab to have my brain dissected. The other night though, I had a dream that has really stuck with me, partly because it was bizarre even by MY standards. And it was kind of humorous in a way, seeming fit for this blog. Brace yourself. Basically I was walking around a neighborhood that I have never seen before, though it was MY neighborhood. I was following a walking path that went up and down hills. It went around a pool (was really cool land … and pool … scaping), that was full of people (none who I knew). Then it went down a hill to another pool, with only two swimmers. The hill was basically just dirt on this side. All of a sudden an elephant came charging down the hill and jumped in the pool. It splashed around for a bit, then climbed out and ran off further into the neighborhood. But its trunk had fallen of and was still floating in the pool.

The dream got a little crazier from there.

The funniest part happened at this point though. I looked at the two people in the pool who looked back with openmouthed faces, and said, "" How often can you say you saw an elephant leave a pool and it left it’s trunk behind. And I don’t mean his bathing trunk? I need to put this in my blog." As if I were some actually funny comedian.

I must be seriously desperate for posts for this blog!