Ok...uh..this will make no sense anyway, so I'm just gonna throw out some key words. The golden golden sphere was actually a mean fairy. But if the fairy died the young princess would die too, so we couldn't kill it. So we went to the zoo. The dragon man who couldn't fly was named Roshan. I was wearing my bathrobe and green tights. Since I was wearing green and Roshan was green, and the swirly things couldn't attack green things, we fought the swirly things and won. All of this made perfect sense inside the dream.

I know, three post's in a row. But I'm up to last night's dream, which was just really bizzare. I was at some sort of game place, maybe an arcade, maybe a bowling alley, I don't remember. I barely knew anyone there except some of my cousins. A lot of stuff happened that I don't remember at all. Then people starting disappearing in these weird orange beams. Then I got beamed up, to, and I was in a place so crowded I didn't know where it was. I pushed my way through into a door, and I was in a cabin, like on a boat. Jessica was there. She had a rather gross looking wound just below her neck, and she was worried about it. I went to get something for it and found I was locked in. But then Jessica was in the shower. I suppose she was probably naked but I didn't notice. I know this part sounds sexual, but the feeling of it definately wasn't. For all I know she might have been wearing clothes. I know I was wearing clothes when I stepped in there. Anyway, again in a non-sexual fashion, I sort of sucked on the wound and spit, like I was sucking out poison. And then it was gone, and she went over to the bed and went to sleep. So I did to, in the bunk above her. I just realized how that parralells the bunk beds in my last dream. This is getting weird.

Ok, now that's over with, a couple nights ago I had an odd dream that's stuck with me. Firsat off, Bob Freeman was God. Joan of Arcadia style god. He did the God wave, and then I knew that's who I was talking to. And then he told me to give Laura a back rub, but she was standing to close to the wall, so I asked her to move. Then she ran and Bob told me not to chase her. And suddenly there was an escalator. So I took it up I ended up in the same place again.

Ok, comments by persons who shall not be named have led me to say this. Please refer to the template at the top. These dreams convey my subconscious! They don't necessarily convey anything about my conscious, actual life. Just because I dream about someone doesn't mean I'm secretly in love with them. I'm putting myself out there with this and some people I know are not being all together supportive of that and I'm starting to feel there are now dreams that I can't post here. And if that's true, then what's the point? Here's the deal. If you want to comment on my dreams, that's fine, but no snap judgements! Accept that I have no control of what my mind comes up with.

I had a very long dream last night but most of it has faded between when I woke up and when I dragged myself out of bed and onto the computer.
The part I kept coming back to was a sleepover at our old house in that two-bunkbed configuration with the bridge. I couldn't see anyone; only here their voices. I know Jonah was there, I know Jessica was there, the third voice sounded kinda like Sarah but I wasn't sure, and the fourth voice I recognized but couldn't figured out who it was.
The other part I remember: I was in my underwhere and a cape with Shrek, and we were backup singers for Elton John. Unfortunately, we didn't know the words to most of the songs, so we ended up making stuff up, until we decided just to "stand there and dance provocatively, which was weird.
Then Dr. Hodgins was back-stage waiting to come on, and someone was complaining to him about Turnabout being on the same day as something else. Then Shrek and I parted ways and I went back to the sleepover thing.

Oh, and I had one more dream where I was delivering a Pizza to Donna from The West Wing but I ate half of it before she showed up.

I had a very long dream. At one point I switched bodies with Rob Hinkle. Later I saw this promo for an eight-bit Star Trek film involving 11 Captain Picards. Since I was big and black now they had me playing a Klingon. Much other stuff happened that I don't remember.
In another dream, or possibly the same one, Cristian walked in on Ashley and I having sex. He left the door open and everyone walked in, loads of people. It was akward for a moment, but then everyone started partying and ignoring us. It was like we weren't even there. Or else they weren't. It was odd anyway.