Ever since Santa gifted me with a memory foam topper for my bed and matching pillows, sleep has been a whole new ballgame for me. The wombats are finally resting comfortably and I am getting ache-free sleep. It is glorious. It has also taken my dreams to the next step and the things my little brain is coming up with while I slumber are full on biz.arre.
*First there was the dream where I was visiting a dear friend and it was time to hop in the shower. In my wacky little brain, showers were housed in refrigerators and I was used to climbing into a side-by-side to clean all the nooks and crannies. But this fridge was one of those newfangled ones with the freezer on the bottom and I was so distraught at trying to squeeze my body onto the shelves. I had to empty the fridge out completely and then arrange my tookus in a manner that would actually allow me to get clean. And sitting down? On glass shelves? Neked? So disturbing.
*A few nights later I dreamed that Dandee and I were having a Wii tournament and we got into a huge row because we were fighting over the Jack Nicholson Mii because he did this fancy high kick after every turn. Um, yeah. Okay.
*Last night, after turning off our lights at 8:42 pm (which is another story in itself) I fell into a dream that consisted largely of a girlfriend's family, a unicorn, egg salad sandwiches and Meatloaf (the singer, not the food.) Nuff said.
On New Year's Eve we played a game and one of the questions was "would you rather go without dreams completely or suffer the occasional terrifying nightmare?" Because I'm a total ninny, I chose to go without dreams because nightmares freak me out but with all the fun I'm having with my crazy brain, I'd like to revise my answer.