Sweet Dreams

You know, sometimes I just wish we didn't have dreams. Like they're weird. At least mine are.

Last night, I had dreams (yes, multiple due to the waking up a few times and then going back to sleep) and they were just bizarre. I woke up and thought "what in the world?!"

They involved but not limited to or exclusive to:
Guns, U of I paraphernalia, trains, food, little kids, magic or supernatural things, a highway underpass, dogs, a playground, people I know that were acting and dressing like they do not in real life, and rocks in a dish of water.

Now when I sit here an recall these things, I can't clearly piece them all together nor do I have an idea of any time sequence. I can only put bits of the story together and say that I remember this happening but then all the sudden this was happening. For example, and only just bit of my dreams:

I was on a train with some people, one being someone I knew and then a few other people but I don't know, and we moved from train car to train car, when all of the sudden we came upon some sort of a food shop (maybe pizza?) and I felt horribly unsafe, but the people were really friendly and showed us into the next car where it was a collection/shop of U of I stuff! (huh?!) We weren't anywhere in Illinois, feel like I might have been in Texas, and we say to the guy who showed us to this car something about "you're from Illinois?! so are we!" and start talking, yadda yadda. Then all the sudden I'm in like a playground setting and it's like the grayness you see in horror/scary movies. I'm pretty sure I'm playing with these two girls, probably 4 or 5, and then they run off after being called to this room in a house with two big windows. I watch them go and after a few minutes, another two children on a park bench fly up into the air real fast, but only like 4 feet from the bench, and someone pulls them back down by their arms. Then I look down and there's this semi-flat bowl thing of rocks, some big, some small. I drop another small rock into it, and the rocks move to the outside of the bowl and the rock I dropped in floats and bobs up and down around the center. I think there was some fizzing in the water too. The sky got just a bit darker and all the sudden, I look up and the room that the two girls went into is full of water and the one girl is swimming in the window, looking at me and telling me to run for my life. (umm what?!) So I start running towards another house structure, but I'm getting nowhere fast and feel as if I'm starting to panic because of that, thinking I'm done for it. But at the same time, I had no idea why she was telling me this and my legs were just lead.

I didn't make it to that house or whatever it was... my alarm went off. And what's crazy of all is that my alarm is set for 7. I remember hitting the snooze button for that, but I do not recall hitting the snooze button again at 7:09. I clearly did so though because when I woke up, it was 7:18. And that just bothers me. I don't enjoy not remembering things that I do or things that happen to me (which is probably why I don't get belligerent, blackout drunk). It just kinda freaks me out.

Am I messed up or what? No, probably not... I'll chalk it up to dreams just being really weird, but it certainly makes you wonder how these things form and where exactly it came from. And even though I don't know dream theory or whatever, if I wanted to go really deep and analyze my dream, I could probably draw some legitimate, abstract connections or analogies between what happened in my dream and my life. But most of all, I feel as if I just scratch my head in bewilderment every time I have one. Sometimes, you can't help but worry from them, even if that's silly. It's strange. Just simply strange.

So dear brain, please give me a normal, preferably nice dream next time. Ok? Thanks! Love, Johanna