Dream, Dream, Dream

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I’ve been having some wicked-strange dreams as of late.

I should begin by telling you that I am not a normal dreamer to begin with – I realized this years ago after listening to other people describe their dreams. Most others dreamers' dreams make sense; events are orderly, people are doing normal everyday things, basically they’re not bizarre like my dreams. So yes, my dreams have always been a bit…wild. But the past week or so they have been on a whole different level of crazy! I’m talkin’ take-away-her-shoelaces type of crazy. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but I’m trying to make a point.

Back to my dream.

Saturday night I dreamt that I was in some sort of building. It seemed kinda like a very large, multi-story high school. I’ll skip all the boring details, but essentially the building caught on fire. Everyone was running to get out of the building but for some reason I was going back to one part of the building that was on fire (I witnessed a friend of mine set it on fire) with the intent to ask that friend what the hell he was thinking setting a fire and to make certain he was evacuating the building. The entire time I’m attempting to get into the auditorium where one of the fires started, my brother (who was none other than Ashton Kutcher) was pleading with me to “just go” and evacuate the building with everyone else. I tried to explain to him what I was doing when he eventually just FLIPPED SHIT! And I mean HE WENT POSTAL! He was screaming and yelling and was absolutely livid! It was wild. I remember finally turning to leave with Ashton but he was no where to be found. It was like he vanished. He had been there, I turned my head away from him for a split second, turned back and POOF! He was gone. So I frantically started running the halls looking for him. I was freaking out, convinced he was going to die in the fire all because he stayed behind convincing me to evacuate. The last thing I remember about my dream was bawling my eyes out hysterically that I couldn’t find Ashton. Then I woke up.

Raise your hand if you think I need to empty my house of sharp objeeeects! Okay, hands down dammit.

I don’t know what the deal is with my dreams lately; I told Love the cliff’s notes version and yet he didn’t have me admitted for a pysch eval - so I guess that’s a good sign. Do any of ya’ll get trippy dreams randomly? I always get this one particular dream each time I have an ear infection. I shit you not. Ever since I was a little kid, if I was sick with an ear infection I get this creepy-bizarre-psychedelic-trippy dream. It is the exact same dream to this day. Creeeeeepy.

If Frued were still around I’m sure he’d tell me the reasons for my dreams are because I was potty trained too early as a toddler. Then he’d probably go on to tell me that such dreams meant that I have a fear of losing control and that my inner ego is bonkers.

And who knows, maybe he’d be right. All I know is that these dreams lately are no joke. Seriously.This shit is bananas. B-A-N-A….you know the rest…

Sweet Dreams,

Lor