"a pleasant nightmare"

the title i used is words from the musical intro to a show i really like called "Suburgatory". you should watch it....but that's already getting beside the point.

anyway, the past couple days I've been uber sick. like having to change my pants, sick. it's been awful. and among other things that being sick does to a person, like waking up at an ungodly 5 am, it makes you have wierd dreams. at least, wierder dreams than i normally have.

and this most recent "pleasant nightmare" is one that I have to share before i can go back to sleep.

So, the plan was to meet in the middle, my friend Jimmy and I. He decided to use a couple jet packs to get back to Colorado. I was meeting him in Wyoming. (thinking back now, how is that meeting in the middle since I live in Iowa?) However, I must have used a jet pack too, because I could see what it felt like to descend from the clouds, and get dangerously close to the Rocky Mountain peaks. I tiptoed on treetops and was whisked by the wind almost into a couple lakes. When I finally landed safely in a valley, I spotted my friend. We started hiking in the direction of "home", wherever that was. We were in a bit of a clearing, but saw a passage of trees we had to pass through. Little did we know, lurking behind that passage of trees was a fully grown bengal tiger and female lion. And they sure didn't like the looks of us. So I pretended to be a cub and meowed like a little one, and the tiger kept following us. But soon enough we were out of their territory, unscathed & eventually we were back in surburbia Des Moines, in the 1960's, most likely in someone else's story. Perhaps someone my father's age. Or perhaps we just had traveled in time. After walking around different neighborhoods, all of the cats started following us. Luckily this time it was just domesitic housecats. I don't remember what happens then, but whatever the case, the cats took us back to a crime scene, by a lakeside movie theater. The boy hero had just discovered the homeless kids by the lake were turning into zombies by eating the raw fish. The boy hero had a girl sidekick, (kind of like Jimmy & I, so maybe it was us, in hindsight). But we had to kill all the zombie children. And it was sad, but it had to be done. I was nervous, because there was telltale blood on my white sneakers, so i threw them in the lake with all the bodies. (watching too much Dexter? my conscious mind wonders...) Then, to recover, like any child duo would, we went in to see a movie. The movie turned out to be a concert, which eventually turned out to be a religious gathering of family and college friends. My friend Lindsey was there (as she always is in many a wierd dream) and of course her brother that I've had a dream crush on for years. Before I knew it I was in the basement of the church, making clown faces with old toys and candy on a paper plate, apparently the Sunday School craft of that day, giggling from the attention I was receiving from this man.

and, well, that's the end I guess. maybe that's where my brain decided, okay that's the last straw. everything else up to the imaginary flirting is believable, but then it just gets surreal :)

i hope you enjoyed my dream journey. i haven't had that much imaginary fun since watching "Up!" or "The Lord of the Rings."

oh, and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. hope no one else is sick too!