Good Sign (I think)

I had another dream this morning.

I was riding a bicycle in a some city and out of nowhere a wetback started shooting me. He struck my shoulder and another shot somewhere else. I tried to escape but he bird-dogged me, keeping up on foot.

Then I remembered I had a gun on me, stopped and drew. The WB freaked but didn't back away so I took aim. But my body was twitching from my wounds. I kept a bead on him and noted the "backstop". There was a Hooters and some other stores behind my assailant and I wasn't sure of my shot. I didn't want to hit someone eating wings!

So the beaner kept bobbing and weaving until I found a "good" shot.

Then I woke up.

Not that I don't have some very serious issues with my dream self's behavior. But I really do like that my subconscious is being a conscientious shooter.

So I'm Dreaming, Just Now...

It was weird, I was bouncing from place to place...

First I was in some living room looking at photos with this girl from real life.

Then I'm on a motorcycle with her in the hills somewhere. It's her bike, and she's on the back. As it should be.

Then I'm killing guys underwater a la Rambo, sticking fish hooks and other nasty implements into their faces and skulls.

So far, so good. Right?

Nope. I'm killing these guys, and then the bad guy boss appears underwater. Talking normally, and he decides to make the water go away. And we're not underwater anymore. Like he's god or something.

Not good enough. My brain seemed to say "OH COME ON!" and I abruptly woke up with a "What kind of shitty movie was THAT?" attitude in my skull.

I guess my dreams have to be reality based for me to stay in them. How lame of my brain.

Dedicate One For The Ladies...

Summertime's here, need something ta keep ya cool...
Yeah, summertime's here, need something ta keep ya cool...
Well, look out mama
Cuz Dave's got something for you... tell ya what it is...

Sorry, a little digression there...

From THIS link:

"Women Dreaming of Sex More Often"

Soooo... ya think so, ladies? You know, all two of you that visit my blog...?

I've Got My Dreams

So I had a dream that I was cooking Green Eggs and (non-green) French Toast (badly on both counts).

I was serving the eggs and my grandmother complimented my table-serving skills.

Something was mentioned regarding Joy. Then Grandma asked "Are you going to marry her?"

Right then I woke up.

Too weird.

(By the way, this is the second time I prayed to God to help me with my sleep problems and the second time I woke up well before my alarms went off.)