Dreams...More

I recently had two weeks off from work in the form of vacation and it was splendid.  There was no trip or random orgy(ies) that took place during that time...so don't get excited.  On the Sunight before the Monday going back to work, I had a hard time going to sleep, two weeks of staying up till 2 or 3 in the morning and sleeping till 10 or 11 in the morning, somehow has that affect on you.  Go figure.

So to fall asleep and to get my mind off of the impending doom of work, I cleared my mind.  I do this all the time and it usually brings images into my head.  Usually of looking into a bright sun filled sky and imagining or seeing other details that come forth.  Sometimes it works like premonition, which is kinda cool.

On this particular night, it wasn't the normal bright blue sun filled sky, but a cloudy, pouring down rain, type of day.  I am sitting on a porch or in a restaurant set in the country looking out on this scene and it triggered a memory of a dream.

This dream I was in my yard, it was filled with brush that you typically find in the woods of Florida...i.e. palmetto bushes, pine straw and the accompanying pine trees.  It had been raining and the vehicle I drove was stuck in the mud.

Now thinking back, this could not be my current yard.  My current yard does not nor has not ever had that many pine trees that were that tall and big, it mostly had smaller pines about as big around as a baseball bat, not  as big as a mudder tire.  That would be bigger than 33" for you un-educated folk.  Though, some would argue that a true mudder tire begins at 35", but that is for another article some other time.

Now all of this makes me wonder if this is someplace I have yet to be or just some sort of amalgamation of memories?

Of course that doesn't answer the question about the rainy day vision.

Dream II

I dream.

Honestly, I do.

I'm not talking about daydreaming here, but those dreams you dream at night; before the cookie monster comes out of the closet.

Not to dismiss daydreams; they are all great and stuff, but not the topic at this moment.

The other night I had a dream and not one about equal rights or of genie but of zombies. Yes, I know a bit odd, but I can't help what I dreamed.

The dream started shortly after a zombie infection started to run rampant and the survivors had just fought off the first wave of zombies that came around with the normal means of disposing of the undead. You know, guns, blunt weapons, cars, fire or anything you can get your paws on to fend off the unrelenting brain eaters.

Somehow this sideshow of a dream ended up in a strip club, with people dressed in colored leather outfits and one particular fellow that wore a purple one that had long pig-tailed leather whips attached to the head piece.

Yes. Odd, to say the least.

I should also add that he sounded like Eddie Izzard.

Now I don't know what caused such a dream to manifest since I didn't see anything with zombies in it recently, nor have I partaken in any stripclubs with purple leather wearing Eddie Izzard sounding persons, nor did I watch an Eddie Izzard comedy special on the tele.

I don't really understand the dream, but I survived, and the purple leather fellow can do a mean clean up job with the head whips on a horde of zombies.

Before you ask; yes, I do dream in color and do hear sound in my dreams.

So be jealous.