i’m at my mom’s house in suburban indiana, and we’re all huddled inside the house, all of the windows boarded up and doors shut, and the sun has just set, leavin the sky and eerie dark pink. i’m doing my best to frantically trying to kill all of the flourescent orange tarantula spiders that are creeping into the house through every nook and cranny. the house is quite big, so i have to keep running around and smashing them whack-a-mole style, as they creep in under the door and down the chimney and so on. i wake up thinking there are spiders on me.
stumbling down the street with some unknown friend at 4am, running past cars and under orange streetlamps, i encounter a freddy krueger-looking bum, in a trenchcoat and scary hat, who stumbles after us with some sort of big glass pipe, the size of a baseball bat. we’re frantically running but he manages to keep up with us, and eventually he smashes my friend but i keep running. after turning corner after corner, eventually he smashes me, right across my face, with glass flying everywhere. i lie there on the ground for what seems like hours, picking out the tiny shards of glass from my mouth. i wake up laying on my back, mouth wide open and cottonmouthed.
just about every morning i wake up, confused but otherwise refreshed, thinking that i’ve just encountered one of the strangest dreams of my life. this has been going on solidly for the past two weeks, ever since my return to the uk from my holiday in the states. i’d say i usually only remember my dreams 5% of the time, and i’d guess that i probably only have vivid/unusual dreams rarely.
all of this rem sleep is leaving me quite rested, actually, and some scientists think that rem sleep is the mind’s way of sorting through information, filing things from short-term memory to long-term memory, resolving lingering issues and problems, and otherwise just sorting itself out.
these are just two of the dreams i’ve experienced recentlyâ€”the others are too disturbing or embarassing to share [trust me!] bizarre dreams are very often linked to spicy foods or excessive drinking, both of which i’ve definitely been enjoying a lot of over the past few weeks.
the pubbing and clubbing never seems to stop, with the concept of the weekend becoming a convention ignored by anyone i consider to be my friend.
and my loverly flatmate .gregińo has been cooking dinner for me quite often, almost always something spicy, which i usually eat late in the evening. i also have resumed my long-standing tradition of late-night teevee watching coupled with my number one junkfood addicitonâ€”chips and salsa.
i don’t mind so much, it’s just unsual after so many years of boring dreams and bland mornings. tonight we gobbled up some onion-heavy salads and spicy homemade nandos peri-peri chicken. see ya in the morning!
update: society is frantically coping with an end-of-the-world scenario… life on earth is coming to an end, we’re running out of natural resources and there’s a major disaster about to happen. being the natural leader that i am, i’m scrambling to find a way to save the world… contacting governments, doing computer stuff. as is always the case in action films like this, there’s always a baddie out to foil my altruistic plans… in this case played by my mate david paisley. the only way to tell his bad guys from my good guys is that we’re wearing different color track suit bottoms.