Sleep In A Dresser

My dream last night was so stupid. I don't understand why I would dream this dream, but here it is. I was in my ex-boyfriend's room and it seemed that we had once again, like we had in the past, got together as boyfriend and girlfriend. At night I would crawl into his dresser and sleep in it so his mother wouldn't find me. I guess I didn't want her to find me because this would be the third time I had made a connection with him and I had felt regret. It was awkward and I felt I had made a bad decision. It also sucked that I had to sleep in a dresser.

Green Light Stop, Red Light Go

So my dream last night was out of this world. It was so weird. There was no introduction whatsoever. I was in a room with many, many cats. I spoke German. Not sure how that's possible because in real life I know nothing in German. Anyway, so I'm in a room with a bunch of cats and there was one door. There was a war going on outside and there were robots of all different sizes everywhere. In fact I may have been a robot, too. I was wearing a shiny white metal suit with matching metal gloves. I was equipped with a silver laser pistol. All I remember about the design of the gun was that it had three rings midsection towards the tip--totally cheesy.

So as the war continued to take place outside, I would count the little cats inside the room I was in. It was a good-sized room. I would walk toward the door in haste and open it. The bright light from the sun would hurt my eyes and blind me. I shot carelessly at the robots because I couldn't see, but when my eyes adjusted I could see there were small-sized robots and large robots, even small itty-bitty robots in the air flying around like little dragonflies. I could hear the laser bullets zooming out of my gun as I saw a large spaceship hover down. I shot this really big robot and its body started to sizzle, smoke and shut down. Little red and yellow sparks flung off the robots body. The air was smoky with spaceship exhaust.

I used the room I was in, cats and all, as recovery. I would open the door, shoot like crazy, close the door behind me, and then start counting the cats again in German. This whole process repeated about two or three times. It reminded me of that scene from Aeon Flux where she says, "Green light stop. Red light go!"

The Wedding

My friend, let's just say her name is Jillian, invited me over for dinner. Everthing seemed to be going well, but I noticed her husband had been missing. I asked about where he was and what he was up to as a polite gesture. Jillian did not answer. She just kept going on doing whatever it was she was doing.

We went for a walk after dinner around the block and took her children along with us. It was dark and we could see the stars in the evening sky. Her head hung low. She looked sad so I asked again where her husband was and she finally answered that he was at a wedding. "A wedding?" I said, " . . . that's . . . interesting." I was a little concerned about why she hadn't been invited, but I let that question go.

We continued to walk around the block and as we stepped down off a curb I said, "What sort of a wedding is it?" Her response was, "Oh it's just one of those regular weddings--you know?" I wanted to inquire what involved a "regular wedding," but again I held back.

As we continued to walk, we approached a large house that had lights on inside. The lights were very warm and inviting. The house looked like it was glowing. It stood alone in the dark night. My friend became interested, so we crossed the street and stepped up onto the curb.

My friend wanted to go inside. I felt like we were spying. Inside to my surprise was the wedding that she was talking about. I felt like I had been fooled. This whole time I thought we were just going for a walk around the block after a nice meal and yet here we were spying. I grew worried about the situation. Why wasn't she invited and why were we spying?

Inside the house indeed was a wedding. We looked for her husband and we found him standing beside his future bride to be. I didn't know what to think. This whole time I thought he was at a wedding, but not getting married to another woman. I felt bad for my friend. Obviously she had been sure to not tell me the truth because I wouldn't have understood unless I had seen it with my own eyes.

My alarm clock went off and the dream came to a halt. I sometimes hit the snooze button to jump back into the dream; however, this dream I was not all that interested in getting back into. I felt happy to let it go.