Baeball

Early this morning, I dreamt I was at Coors Stadium after a baseball game. The nine year old Rockies Farm team played afterwards and the manager was angry at the nine year olds. Poor, crying, little boys.

The Sheep Snake

A couple of nights I dreamt that I was in our old yard with my dad. He was showing me his pet, a sheep snake. The snake was bright green and pretty big. He told me that he was raising the snake, which eats sheep, so that his snake would eat a sheep. Even though he raises sheep (he does in real life), he was going to buy one special for his sheep snake. As I was holding the snake, it died in my arms. I told my dad, and he started crying. Poor sheep snake.

My Subconscious is whack

Last night I dreamt my mom, 2 girlfriends and this same guy I've dreamt about twice last week went to a motel. The thing is, I've dreamt about this guy three times, and I had no clue my subconscious was so whipped. But then my subconscious surprises me about the men its interested in. Like Liam Neeson for instance. In fact, my subconscious has a type.

Huh

My third dream last night that I remembered involved 2 friends and myself. I went with two friends to a medical study of sorts. One was a guy I've been sort of interested for a while. Anyway, he was hitting on me in my dream and I was happy about it. I also remember some sort of ethics dilemma and a trip to nyc. Weird.

Fine, I'm obsessed

Months ago, I read where a guy had a dream that Bob Dylan bought him a cheese burger. I thought that was pretty much the coolest dream ever. Well, last night I dreamt I was waiting around for a Dylan concert with three friends. The fans there were herded over to an area and Bob came out. There wasn't any screaming or anything and he was kind of doing this skipping thing closer to the fans but we were told to ignore him. He was wearing an orange t-shirt, 501s, and reddish-orange Old Navy birkenstock-like sandals (with socks). I was just watching him and smiling. Well, the guy with us, ol' Walter, disappeared and came back and had me go with him. He had approached Bob's people and they said it was okay to get a picture with him. Well, I talked to him and then asked for the picture. Even though you aren't supposed to touch Bob, he put his arm around me. The funny thing was, he was small, like maybe 2 inches taller than me and 20 or 30 pounds heavier than I am. Anyway, all I remember afterwards was a few seconds of the concert

30 Rock

Last night I dreamt an episode of 30 Rock. Mostly it was Jack (Alec Baldwin) and Liz (Tina Fey) sparring. There was a surreal Kenneth dream sequence, but it was all pretty tame. Jack did get on one knee in front of Liz, but it involved food. Just food.

So last night we reached new heights in the losing teeth genre. IRL, I have my bottom 4 front teeth bonded from the back with a wire. But in my dream last night I dreamt that it was my top front, and that I barely touched one of them and the bond broke and my upper gums were flapping back and forth. All I could think about was that there's no way I was going to go to work looking like that! Freak, can you imagine if that happened in real life?

And I'm the Redheaded....

Last night I dreamt that I had a third sibling, a girl who was two years younger than the youngest and she had blonde hair and blue eyes. I didn't think too much of her, but my brothers liked her. She was a blonde blonde, not a dyed in the bottle blonde. She was our blood sibling, but she was a direct descendant of Anastasia of Russia and the rest of us were not. Yeah.