And yet another strange dream.

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I'm one of those people who dreams often, in color, about every thing in my life.  Now, you may ridicule me if you like, but I firmly believe that dreams mean something.  Too many times have my dreams come up as manifestations of my current life or situation for me to ignore them.  I very much believe that dreams are showing you your life, perhaps in perspectives you would not normally have yourself.  Maybe it's not exact, and maybe sometimes it's just a single element that actually relates to you.

But even I can admit that some dreams are pretty danged far-fetched.  I've shared some strange dreams here before, but one of my recent ones is pretty far out there.  Only boys were in it, for one, which is...weird. I can't even really remember what it was about--all I know is that I was on some sort of scavenger hunt--but the cast of characters was utterly ridiculous.  Ridiculous! Let's try to figure out what they all have in common with each other, shall we?

Pablo: A boy from HS who I have not talked to since June 2005.  I hated him the moment I met him, but we eventually became amazing friends.  His main goal of our entire relationship is to embarrass me, starting with the fact that his nickname for me is "Sexy."  And he actually calls me that, in public, regardless who is around.  He once yelled it down one of the school halls right after the bell rang.

Alex: The only boy I've ever said I was in love with. While I'm not sure how true that was, I definitely felt as though I loved him. He did not return this love, and we settled into the troublesome relationship of best friends with me wanting much, much more.  Complicated and dramatic (mostly on my part), most notably when he started dating several of our friends.  Our friendship ended in 10th grade after an explosive fight, resulting in an incredibly angst-ridden 2 year depression. We're friends now, but I haven't spoken to him in about 3 years.

Anthony Bourdain: Yep.  You read that right.  As in, No Reservations, Kitchen Confidential, occasional Top Chef judge, Chef Anthony Bourdain. I admit to having an irrational love for the man, but...dream-worthy love? I don't know.  But he was there, and we were hangin' out in a bathroom.  He was sitting on the countertop, chatting with me as I washed my hands.


David: I surely hope this is not awkward for you to read David, because...yeah.  A guy whose blog I follow.  One of my favourite bloggers, yes, but I've never met him before, and we've never spoken aside from comments.  Which made it supremely weird in my dream, since he's pretty much a profile picture in my head.  I don't even remember what we were doing, but I was walking with him on a sidewalk.  He was nice, at least!

A2A: Name hidden, since he's the only one in this entire dream cast that I hang out with in real life still.  He's one of my brother's best friends, and he's basically a brother figure to me.  What's funny is that he wasn't even doing anything in the dream.  He was just...standing.  Hanging out.

Ross: Ah, the boy of my dreams since 7th grade.  Except not really anymore, he's just an incredibly attractive, intelligent boy.  He's a guy I'll always kind of like, despite the fact that I wouldn't even be with him if I could.  I'm fairly positive it's all for sentiments sake.

Mystery Boy in a Hat: While MBiaH never spoke or interacted with me, I instinctively knew it was one of two people.  Either Anthony Burrell, an incredible dancer who I've never met and know about only because he auditioned for this season's So You Think You Can Dance (and was wrongfully cut); or, a boy named Derek who was my very best friend my senior year of high school and even though we've grown apart, will always remain to be one of the best memories and relationships in my life.  What's odd is that Anthony is a tall, muscular black man whereas Derek is a skinny, gangly white boy.  How the hat managed to obscure the identity, I will never know.


...so what do these boys all have in common that could lead them into my dream at night?  Here's the answer: NOTHING.  There is literally nothing that ties them all together, except that they all (presumably) possess the same anatomy.  I mean, I haven't even spoken to most of them in the last 5 years, if ever!  I wish I could remember what we were doing, aside from searching for things from a list. I know I had my arm hooked through Ross's arm at one point, but then I left him to go walk with David, who handed me an object I no longer remember.  But that's all I've got--and a bathroom stop with Anthony Bourdain.

He didn't even bring me food.

Rude.

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No more weird food before bed

I had one of the strangest dreams I've had in awhile.

First, I dreamed that I was hanging out with Nicole Anderson (of Jonas on the Disney Channel), and we were walking around some movie store.  We ran across the Sex and the City Series and started talking about it.  I mention that I don't have any of them, and she says, "Oh! Well I'm looking to get rid of mine, do you want them?" and I start to talk about how I would, because I haven't even seen most of the series!  We make plans for her to give them to me, and next thing I know, I'm thinking oh no, I'm late!

All of a sudden, I'm sitting on a couch in some random apartment.  And so...here's the stranger thing: in Cafe World (that shitty game I talk about here that's on facebook), when little avatar people come into your cafe, their name hovers above them.  In my dream, I was with 3 people who I had no idea who they were, but they were sitting on the couches and counters around me, and their names were hovering above them.  The even stranger thing was that it wasn't actual people I knew, nor were they names: they were bloggers I follow.  And not even my favorite bloggers!  I'm not going to mention who, since I remember thinking these people were the most pretentious people I'd ever seen.  They were drinking coca-cola, and then one of the girls says, "Ew, I can't believe I have to drink coke.  Give me a pepsi."  So the hosting girl goes and gets it, pulling out two sizes of bottles.  Coke-hater girl says, "The smaller bottle of course, what would I do with the bigger one?"  Suddenly, the guy says, "Why am I drinking soda?  Beer, please."  So poor-host-girl grabs him a beer, which he promptly shakes his head and says, "Nope, only Guinness Beer" and she digs it out.

and then a change in scene happens where we're in the kitchen now, and they're sneering at me because I'm drinking water.  Host-girl breaks out a bottle of crazy expensive wine, in which all of them take a glass and swill it as they stare at me.  Finally, Coke-hater girl says, "You don't belong here with us."  As soon as she says it, I crumple into a ball on the floor, clutching my stomach because some shooting pain goes through my right side.  The three of them just look at me, then turn away and resume conversation while I lay, immobile, on the floor.

And then I wake up.

.......yeah, I have no idea.  I don't even care to own Sex and the City!

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