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April 19, 2007

1132: These dreams.

Freud said "Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy." If that's true, then my dreams deserve some kind of Nobel prize for profundity. Who do I see about that? Is there paperwork involved? I hope there's not too much because I'm EXHAUSTED.

As I've mentioned before, I periodically go through phases of not sleeping well. I assume this state is generally brought on by stress but sometimes it just seems to come on at will, when I least want it, which is always nice. I've also got a habit of having insane, brain-asploding dreams -- typically featuring corpse discoveries (OMG!), zombie attacks (watch out!), accidental deaths and subsequent cannibalism (oops!), and -- everyone's favorite -- celebrity appearances (yay!).

What does it all mean? I don't know and I probably don't want to know. Freud would probably say that I have some deep-rooted desire to be chased by a man with freakishly tiny hands (what a classic!) but, with a little soul searching, I can say with certainty that I want no such thing. Periodically these phases of freaky dreams coincide with periods of poor sleep, such as I'm having now.

Here are some notable results from this most recent round of brain asplosions:

I was obviously concerned about securing tickets for Morrissey's MSG concert in June, which go on sale soon. Not wanting to miss out on the presale due to having a busy day when tickets first go on sale, I dreamed that Morrissey told me to have my boyfriend (who, for the record is busier than I am) to buy the tickets instead. When I woke up, my first thought was, "Thank you, Morrissey!" What a great idea! I'd be in meetings all day, maybe Pete could get the tickets. When I talked to Pete about it later, he was notable unconcerned about the fact that I converse with Morrissey in my sleep through some sort of astral projection and he agreed to get the tickets (bless!).

A few nights later, I was half asleep and annoyed by the sound of people talking on the street outside our building. It was around 4 AM and although these people weren't being particularly loud, the street was so quiet that it was virtually impossible not to hear them. I say "virtually" because evidently Pete had no difficulty ignoring them and slept through my rage-filled trip to the window so that I might peer hatefully at their inferior peacoats and the chunky heels of their girlfriends. Back in bed, I dozed in and out of consciousness, and dreamed that Gerard Butler, in some sort of GTA-style LA cop uniform approached this small group of frat-types on our sidewalk and began to beat the bejesus out of them. How great is that? Way to regulate, GBut!

And although I don't recall the details of last nights dream, I do recall it involving the challenging task of catching my 2-fast, 2-furious rabbit. As I've said before, catching Dewey when he doesn't want to be caught (which is always) isn't easy. The sensation of his wee, furry body just barely escaping my hand felt quite realistic -- I could even hear his irritated litte grunt noise as he darted and twitched his way out of my hands over and over again. This may have had something to do with the fact that he briefly woke me up about a half hour before my alarm was set to go off by scratching at the door. What a pushy rabbit!

As entertained as I am by these dreams, I can't help but feel disappointed that there's so little carnage involved. Is that wrong? Jon is doing his best to improve the situation by threatening me with a bent plastic fork and hissing, "IT'S THE SCARLET CLAW!"

If I'm not going to sleep properly, I might as well be entertained. Where have all my zombies gone? I'll take the Scarlet Claw in the meantime, but I feel like my brain is slacking. I want horror! And Morrissey tickets!

Edited to add: Je m'excuse. I forgot to post the very thing which ties together this blog entry and its title. Pardon!

Posted by ashley at April 19, 2007 10:51 AM

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