no more chocolate before bed!

I've had a series of really bizarre dreams lately. (probably because I'm so totally fearless... notice how I never got to day three? It's probably for the best.)

So the first whacko dream was on Sunday night, where I dreamed that my friend Christina was pregnant. Of course, I was at a seven-way audition when I found out (you know, those auditions where seven of you sit around in a living room and audition for a national commercial) and I tanked the audition, because I didn't see the second line of copy (something to do with "thumbs up!") so I didn't say it. Until prompted. Which was embarrassing.

Then, later, a family friend I haven't seen in DECADES (Camilla Norman, for those of you that know her) was trying to break into a dorm room (not mine, but the one I was living in) that had three push button locks and two door handles, one on each side... (for easier access?)

Then I woke up.

When I told Christina about this dream, she had an interesting interpretation -- she said that the part of me that I think is most like her is about to undergo a big change. Hmmm....

Then there was Monday night's dream, where I was on a date with the cute boy I met at the Superbowl party, who, I should mention, is a few years younger than I am. So when he picked me up for our date on his lawn mower, I wasn't particularly surprised. And, since it was a four-seater lawn mower (very popular on Nantucket, or whatever island we were on), we took my parents on the date, too.

So we go to this fish restaurant at the dock, and I'm driving the four-seater lawnmower from the backseat when it turns out we're actually going to a wedding, and it's raining.

And then I woke up.

Then last night, just to add oddness to injury, I dreamed that my friend Alex (from work, not high school) had gotten back together with his girlfriend and was sitting and snogging with her on my parents' couch -- except she wasn't Alex's real ex-girlfriend, she was my college boyfriend David's ex-girlfriend, Jeannette, and it wasn't my parents' couch, it was this weirdo couch in a ramshackle cabin somewhere.

Then I look over, and my mom is sending text messages to Alex, as if he's David, and as if they were still friends. So I get mad at her, saying that she can't be friends with someone I haven't broken up with yet -- because I haven't even dated him yet -- and she gets mad and sulks off. (probably to go drive her four-seated lawnmower to Camilla Norman's house)

Then I find out that my parents have offered their old bed to Alex (and David's ex-girlfriend) -- without even consulting me! It's this rickety old piece of furniture you'd probably find on the Beverly Hillbillies' truck, but I'm so offended that they didn't offer it to me!

Meanwhile, I start to feel like mice are biting me. Of course, this freaks me out, because there's a slim chance it might actually be true, so I wake myself up, only to find there are no mice in my bed.

Just one crazy nutjob.