I have a horrific sleep pattern, and with it comes weird dreams.

I had strange dream last night. I was living in some townhome on a street with a significant incline for the road. My family was there, including my sister, and for some reason we were all hanging out doing daily crap. Then it starts raining and it's no big deal. Then the rain slows, and as I'm sitting outside the house for whatever reason I see the biggest tidal wave you could possibly imagine. I looked up to a big fucking wall of water in the far distance coming perpendicular to the road... so you'd pretty much have to go down the road. So I basically went around screaming in the house there's a big fucking tidal wave and to get the fuck out now, and then I start running. Realizing that you can't outrun a tidal wave, I find a sewer grate(not a manhole cover, the kind with spaced metal bars) and hold on because there was no place else to go. Water rushes past and I just hold on and hold my breath. Somehow it passes and I'm still alive and in one piece and the town is destroyed. I was only able to find my sister though. Dunno. Weird dreams.

You know when you jolt awake? I do that often lately, sometimes I have that feeling where you're falling and falling, and mostly I don't care, until I realize I'm falling then I freak because reality sets in and I jolt awake. Other times I'd be half asleep thinking about something like fighting some army of undead freaks and jolt awake because something just exploded next to me- it's usually some loud sound, but it's all in my head. Nothing in reality made noise, it was just really loud boom and I jolt awake. It's freaky.

Wow, I had some weird fucking dreams last night. Two actually. The first one, I was what seemed to be water rafting. It was around some waterfall, and I was apparently an expert. I was explaining to a reallife coworker what to do after the waterfall to have the best time. Strangely enough, while kayaking I saw my dad in a boat with some people. Then, it became like those theme park rides where they have attendants to put in you in a ride and the boat rides on rails, only they weren't boats, they were laptops!!! I tried getting on one, and I had a touch pen that didn't work. The laptop then repeatedly was unstable knocking me into the cold water many times. The other one was about me and a group of about maybe 3 or 4 other people, and in some catacombs or something. Maybe the basement of a castle, I'm not sure, the ground was all sand covered stone slabs, and the walls lit by torches, and the room was fairly small for the number of people. I was armed with a handgun, and I think the others had weapons of some sort. One a far wall was a large shotgun and 4 huge golden shotgun shells. Of course I walk over to it, and then I hear an intermittent beeping, but it wasn't my alarm, no, it was a bomb ticker on the other side of the wall. I yell for the other people to get ready and get out of the way for when the wall will blast apart. In came some demons, and my fucking gun jams, I have to manually cock the top slider, and it's such a pain because the bullet isn't loading right and I'm sitting there fiddling with it. By the time I do get it to work, the others are dead, and I'm blasting everything. I kill some succubus (i think it was the leader), and her naked remains slowly turn to ash. Then I woke up.

Crap, I'm insane. I had some weird dreams that I was in the middle of a castle seige, like from Lineage. I think I need to find my handcuffs or a straightjacket or something. Restless insane sleep when I don't get enough. Why the hell do I do things in my sleep? It's so random too, some nights nothing, others I'm a total nutzo. I need help.

I haven't been remembering my dreams lately, but I do say crazy shit in my sleep. Sometimes I even do stuff and don't even remember in the morning. Maybe it's my other personality coming out to kill everyone!

I had this weird as hell dream, where I was in a gym, sort of like the one I work at, only this girl who doesn't work there anymore was there. And she was all trying to kiss me. And there was an X-ray machine there, which I guess sort of acts like a teleporter, where one thing is scanned, and it's placed in another place, but in the process it gets the x-ray data from it. Anyway, I think some dumbass stepped their whole body into it, and they got teleported, and after a few minutes started acting strange, so I called some paramedics. In the meantime while I'm giving the description, the guy runs off in his car, and there's really nothing anyone can do. I think it's sort of twist of my work in general, and the recent time I had to call an ambulance, and all the Doom 3 teleportation storyline crap all getting twisted together to form a fucked up dream.

I had this recurring dream the past week about my teeth being all lose and falling out, it seemed so real when I woke up I'd have to check them. I guess it's a sign that I should eat better, and take better care of my teeth?

The past few nights, I've been thinking about cars, like the 2004 Prius, the 2005 Mustang, and 2005 Corvette. Since I'm considering getting another car, my dreams have involved cars in them. The past two dreams were about stealing cars from the mason parking lot. Like, there would be some insanely expensive car, like a ZO6 Corvette, or Ferrari, whatever, and I'd just jimmy the door, somehow have a key for it, then drive off with it, and just wander around the familiar roads. Just for a joyride, and while driving it, I'd try flooring the gas, and it would just putter along, slower than my current car!! Pathetic!! A Corvette slower than a 80's Ford Taurus? Hell no. But in my dream, I'd be spinning the revs to the redline on each gear, and it would just accelerate normally, and slow at that. Strange indeed, then my bastard bird would wake me up.

I had another apocalyptic dream. I don't remember much else.

I dreamt that I was in my room with Marcy, and there was large explosion sound and we looked out the window to see an area to the left on fire, and a cluster of missles with the smoke trails flaring about to hit the town nearby on the right. There was massive explosion, so I ran and grabbed clothes, canned food, and car keys, and we hauled ass out of there and I break every driving law there is. We broke into random places to stock up on gas, weapons, and food. Then I woke up.

Alright, so I dreamt I was in a weird fighting game. There was the kangaroo from Tekken, and Krusty the clown-with a blue eye laser, and an alf/elephant/eggplant man hybrid, and we were all outside some museum in DC. It was weird, because there were two of each, and they were like twins. There were some boxes piled up high near the museam and it was almost like a damn lemonade stand, but more like a small room than a stand. Inside were lanterns or some sort of lamp that would flicker high, while the strange fighter people would do the "fusion-ha" from dragonball-z to become one. Freakish. So, then I was inside the museum with Marcy, and it's really futuristic inside. It had smooth metallic walls, similar to Gattaca. Everyone had suits and had a bag with a light like a police car only it was green and red. There was some crazy 'unauthorized' area where many cameras, guns, and cutting lasers come out of a wall. For some reason we had to go there. And we found out that if you go with an authorized person you won't get slaughtered. We snuck in behind such a person, and Marcy deliberately walked into some green laser array, and I thought she'd die, but she didn't, and then time was reset to before we tried to sneak in. After a short talk of me telling her not to try that shit again, we went through to a conveyor belt into a big dome-like area. There were like 4 twenty-foot wide TVs, with propaganda about hydrience lotion with ladies under water in the middle of some giant bathtub in the room. I destroyed the sample packs, then woke up.

So I dreamt I was in a suburban neighborhood, similar to when I lived in MD, and I was younger. I was riding my bike with random people around, when I was chased by some unknown unkillable thing. I ran into a house through a slidin door, and there was a family in there, with some psycho grandpa/uncle. He told weird ass "when I was your age" stories and spoke in random gibberish. I ran downstairs because he was creepy insane, and when I got to the bottom, he was tossing $20 bills from the top of the stairs. They were really tightly folded up, so I caught some and left. That was messed up!!

So last night I went to bed really late after playing hours and hours of Disgaea. I dreamt I was in a flight squadron, very similar to Macross planes, the kind that can transform to a humanoid mecha on the fly. We all lived in a giant building seemingly made completely out of metal. Metal doors, metal chairs, floors, lockers, just about everything except the mattress. Well, one day the alarms sound off, and some crazy machine is going berzerk blasting everything in the building, shooting through the doors, and killing everything in sight. I hear the craziness, and grab all the guns and ammo I can find. And start blasting my way out the door, then shooting at whatever renegade machines are around, and got to my fighter Macross plane. The thing was it was yellow, all the planes from the base are yellow, and there were all these evil red ones fighting us. The red ones were slaughtering our side, so I had to go get help somehow, I flew down with a booster to try to escape, but one of the red guys held on to it, and tore it off. Since we were both tumbling to the ground, I pulled up after the booster was torn off, and it was still going and the red guy was holding on to it and exploded on the ground. I flew close to the ground over some village, and another yellow guy showed up and we decided to switch planes, so I could have another booster. He flipped upside down, and we both climbed into each other's planes in mid-flight. Weird! Then I woke up.

Don't eat candy before you go to bed! You'll have nightmares!! Or just really strange dreams. Ok, so I was in a really big white house that was in the woods. Marcy and I lived in this house, but we each had our own room, just like at our own individual houses. We were playing with plastic war toys, airplanes, soldiers, and castles. It was strange because after some toy attacked or was attacked the damage would appear. Like a plastic bomb from an airplane would blast a portion of the castle off. Anyway, for some reason I went for a walk in the woods, and there was only this one narrow path. There was some ghost who we called "Headless horseman" even though it wasn't headless, and wasn't a man either. Anyway, she glowed a blue tinge and would give people carriage rides, as long as you paid her afterwards, but everyone wouldn't, I have no idea why. And later on, she would ride by and cut off the non-paying patron's head. The "lord" of the manor was some nobleman from like 17th century, with a thick mustache, and fancy clothes with fancy frills and ropes and what not. He took a ride everyday and paid the 'headless' lady. Well, this time I was out there, but my old old friend from Maryland was there. This black kid I used to play with, only he was much older now. He and I went for a ride and talked, and we went to some resturant, and as we left, he didn't pay. So at the resturant, I ate soup, and talked some more, and I tried to give him some money to pay the lady with, so he wouldn't get his head cut off. He refused, then his friends came to sit with him, and everyone had grilled cheese sandwiches, except me. I left them, and was back in Marcy's bedroom. We totally got it on, and then she left. I was in the room, and noticed there was this tiny videocamera inbetween her game systems on the shelf. The camera was exactly the same as the one I use to film classes at a place I work at. It's small, and I hooked it up to the tv to see what was on it, and she filmed us, and the rest of the tape was full of all the other events I had just been through, from a third person point of view. Crazy! Then I woke up.

The other night I dreamt that I was at a theme park, maybe Kings Dominion. Anyway, for some reason Adriana Francesca Lima was there, and I was like "Hi." She took a picture with me, and we talked for a while. Then she abruptly said "Bye" and started to leave. I asked, "That's it?" because it was strange that it was so abrupt, plus I thought we got along extremely well and I thought she liked talking with me. She just turned and smiled and laughed then left. Some photographers who were around or maybe it was her, I don't remember too clearly, but someone said she was way out of my league. I agreed completely but said that was still kind of rude and strange. Then I woke up.

So this one time, I dreamt that Marcy and I were walking along some path and lived in a cabin. While walking down the path to some unknown destination, a pair of psycho bearded guys with knives approach. I gallantly put Marcy behind me and proceed to beat the guys down, and in the process stabbed one of them in the back of the neck with his own knife. The other guy freaks out, and I tell him to go look for help, and he runs off. Marcy and I leave. I wake up.

I dreamt that there was some contest going on at my old high school. Strangely, the inside had stores in it, much like a shopping mall. There was a McDonalds, and my parents owned it. And behind the resturant was where we lived. So there was a 'singing/race' where you run and sing (don't ask) and somehow I won $250K. I walk to the McDonalds and go to the back, down some stairs and out to the deck of the 'house'. My mom is there and so is Mallory. So, I gave $50K to my mom to shut the hell up, who at the time was speaking to Mallory. I have no idea why. Then they both ask me, so, what kind of car are you going to get? Then I wake up.

I dreamt that I was in Florida for vacation with my family. I stayed in a hotel that was more like a Wal-Mart than anything else, whereas my family stayed at the most uppity place you can think of. I was walking around my "wal-mart" hotel and stole something. I don't know what or why, but I did. Anyway, I was walking in the parking lot, and saw the strangest car. It was a mini-van, but it was really aerodynamic, like a bullet train. It was also strange, because I couldn't see any wheels on it. It had a giant price tag on the window of $22,999, and suddenly, I was test driving it. There were a bunch of other people in the back of the car, like 7. My father was driving, but the steering wheel was only for fine tune adjustments, the real steering was done by me with this shifter in the middle of the dash. We took it back to my parents' "Atlantis" hotel which had the strangest layout. The main portion was way in the back, and the entire entranceway is nothing but locker rooms. So I go in, and walk through the mens locker room, only to immediately go through the ladies locker room. My ex was there, and started running after me, and I ran away. Then I woke up.

I dreamt that Marcy got a note from her ex to meet him at this strip mall place. So we got in the car and went to the place. I sat in the car while she talked to him. He wore a wifebeater, and had his entire body covered in this tattoo which was black thorns and roses. It looked stupid. Anyhow, he was going to hand Marcy this piece of paper, and he dropped it so he wouldn't have to touch her hand. Then some random lady comes up and opens the trunk to the car, while I'm sitting in it. I got out of the car and she thought the car was hers, and when I told her otherwise, she demanded it was hers. I was about to beat her down before she left. Marcy demanded her ex pick up the paper and she punched him when he bent to pick it up. Marcy and I drove home. The next day at some other mall, we were walking and passed by this french resturant, and that wierd lady who opened the trunk the other day was there, and said something incoherent to me. I ignored her, then woke up.