Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream...

I was in England visiting my friends and I got lost and couldn't find their house. I ended up going into a Newbury Comics and tried to get someone to jailbreak my G1 phone so I could get their address. They kicked me out because they thought I was trying to steal an iPod and so I ended up getting on the train and then somehow ended up in France. Then I was REALLY lost because I couldn't understand any of the signs. So at last I ended up in a really shitty part of Canada (I guess since I've never been to France my mind just went to Canada). I was walking down this long hill and out walks Alexander Skarsgard. He comes out of nowhere and says he'll help me get back to their house. But, in order to help me I had to simulate sex with him while some homeless guy watched. I will tell you right now it was not sexy and his wiener was weird.

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

It's a little vague but I have the basic impression.

My broken leg got infected because I was flying and I clipped a tree top and cut myself. When I went into the hospital they took blood from my calf and from my thigh. It turns out that the blood was from two different people. Apparently I was part of a twin and so the lower half of my leg (that is still healing from being broken in three places) is being rejected by the rest of my body. Because of this it is unable to heal itself.
Due to my tibia's inability to self-generate I need to get an artificial leg. **this portion of the dream was, no doubt, inspired by the 20 seconds of 'Minute To Win It' that I watched last night, in which two ARMY men each with one bionic leg were competing.
At the end of my dream I was still in the hospital reeling from the news that after months of trying to recuperate I was now going to lose the lower half of my leg and have to learn how to use and live with a peg-leg.
Additionally, while in the hospital I met a guy named Eli who lived in Hawaii and could also fly and he was going to come back in 3 days for more romance but when he came back I was living at home with my Mom who was keeping me in a sort of convalecent house arrest and wouldn't let me have sex.
This was my very strange and horrible dream.

Last night I had the strangest dream...

i had a dream last night that i worked for the DMV and Y was my boss and X was there and i had his wallet and then Y yelled at me and i had a baby that was taken away from me and then i hugged a black lady

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

I watched 'Animal Factory' with my current favorite star Mickey Rourke. Set in a prison, Mikey Rourke's character, Jan The Actress, wears a red lace strapless bra under a denim shirt tied at the chest.
In my dream, I'm in his cell and we're about to make out and I decide I'm going to make my move.
I lean in to take off his bra (yes, his red lace strapless bra). I can't quite figure out how I'm going to work my way around the denim shirt AND the bra. It's a very complex procedure that's in front of me.
My dream RESETS not once but three times!
Each time I lean in to try to figure out how to disrobe this convict, my mind can't quite figure out how I'm going to manage the bra and the shirt.
By the third re-set of the approach, my mind decides that it would be more advantageous if this red bra were a front-hook.
Having little experience with front hook bras, my sleeping mind decided that front hook would be a much more direct way to achieve nakedness.
Gotta love the human mind.

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

I had a dream last night that I was in a house full of children. One of the older kids was planning on blowing up the house, and somehow I knew about this plan.
I was the heroine and ended up saving a bunch of people. Later on at the funeral for the kid who blew up the house I was walking around in a black dress and man-dals. Sharlto Copley was the priest presiding over the funeral and he noticed my shoes. I said that they were my grandpa's slippers and that I always wore them to funerals because he died while wearing them.
Then Sharlto Copley and I chatted for awhile and the entire time I'm thinking 'It's so inappropriate that I'm kind of flirting with this priest guy, but his accent is kinda hot'.
He said he had slippers just like it and really appreciated how I wore then in honor of those who died.
So weird. Now I want to watch 'District 9' trailers all day and pretend he's talking to me.

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

I was making out with Crispin Glover and he leaves the room for a second to go...I don't know, turn off a light or something. When he comes back in, he's now (wait for it) John Travolta!
I was thinking 'Did you think I wouldn't notice?' It was like my mind just couldn't be creative enough with Crispin Glover so it went for Travolta. So weird. I couldn't go with it.

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream...

So I was giving my sister advice on how to raise her two kids. Her daughter had turned into a MEAN little girl. I mean spiteful and hateful- mean.
We were all in a Target store and I accompanied them home and talked heart-to-heart with her daughter.
She said my sister was ignoring her and that's why she was being mean- to get her mother's attention.
I went into their backyard and I was standing among their plants and leaning against their fence-surveying their backyard like 'The Daughter Whisperer'.
In my infinite wisdom I told my sister to start talking to herself- whenever her daughter was around. Like 'Oh, I really like Pepsi better than Coke' or whatever. So she could include her daughter in the conversation.
In my mind it made perfect sense- they wouldn't have to really communicate they could just share their thoughts without having to give and take.
Then I woke up with a really creepy feeling.