Dreams

I have some of the strangest and most memorable dreams of anyone I know. I love telling people about them because it helps me remember it for longer and sometimes it even jogs my memory of another part that I may have forgotten. I usually don't realize exactly how strange they are until I'm the process of telling my friends about them and come to the realization that I am talking like a crazy person.

I was originally going to start this blog as more of a dream journal but decided that unless I was willing to get up 15 minutes early to groggily type up my odd dreams (which I did not consider for a second), I wouldn't have the time to type them up until the memory was gone. Of course now that I'm thinking about them, I can't remember too many examples of them (typical). Maybe if I start giving examples of the ones I do remember, some other will come back to me.

Last night, I had a dream that I was a black college student managing a women's basketball team. Tom Hanks was the coach and my only job was to come press a big green button every day before practice (it did something to the scoreboard). And then I had to press it at the end of each practice. It felt more like a movie because I felt more like I was watching it than experiencing it, but it kind of went back and forth. The main character (me) struggles with it at first and forgets some practices and therefore the button isn't pushed (catastrophic!), but then she becomes the best green button pusher anyone has ever seen. The coach admires her, the teammates adore her, and of course she falls in love with a male basketball player. I should write a script for this and sell it to Hollywood. Tom Hanks would have to play the coach.

The strangest dream I ever had involved the grim reaper. Or maybe it was a dementor. Either way it was hooded and scary as shit. It was following a group of maybe 6 of us (including Miranda from Sex and the City as well as a guy I used to make out with junior year of high school) and all I knew was to run from the scary hooded figure. I ran to the Short Pump mall and I knew he could never catch me if I kept running since he could only move at a walking pace, but he would always know where I was. I got tired of running so I ran into my old work, Maggiano's, for refuge. I told the hostess that I was going to hide in the back and not tell the scary hooded man where I was. By the time I explained all of this, he was already next to me. I begged for my life and then a "1/2" sign appeared above my head and he walked away.

In Grey's Anatomy, one guy said he smelled lemons before he died. A few nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night because I smelled the strong, citrus scent of lemons. I didn't go back to sleep that night for fear that I was about to die.

I had a dream I spoke in French. I told my french teacher the next day and he said that's how I know I'm learning it. I'm really only writing this to procrastinate writing my french composition, but I guess whether I procrastinate or not, I'll still need to write it. C'est la vie.