Flying Motor Homes a Thing of the Future

I think it’s hilarious when I nod off at work for 15 minutes and wake up with a pretty weird dream.  Especially because I learned in one of my classes, physiology I think, that you dream when you enter the REM cycle.  Before the REM cycle you have like the first four stages of Non REM and that takes you a few hours to go through.  So when I watch the time and wake up 15 minutes later with a dream…is that just me that thinks that’s weird?

My dream for the night/morning of my Friday shift…or at least the part that I can remember is that I was sitting at work at the same client I was at, when Bri showed up at the door and for some reason came and sat on the couch with me.  Even though none of my friends know where I work, but hey, dream.  Then when I tried to leave after being relieved by the next person on shift I kept forgetting stuff and had to go up and down in the elevator that somehow got stuck.  Somehow warped past the elevator problems to a house where I was trying to get two teenage kids to get ready to go, I think because of a big problem/natural disaster/monster coming our way and had to end up confiscating the thing a teen values most, their cool cell phones, to get them going.  But then when we were leaving the house turned into a motor home that could fly and we tried to fly away but figured out that we had left the parents behind.  Then I woke up.

I wonder what would be the interpretation of my dreams. Haha.

To Just Burry Your Head Under the Covers, Five Minutes More

K, weird dream.  Robots trying to take over the world. But it was funny because people from some of the shows that I watch popped up in my dream, along with pretty much everyone that I know.  I was in charge of keeping the kids happy, whether it was singing or changing diapers.  It’s weird to try to put a dream into coherent thoughts… First of all what happened was that all the power, in Washington that I know of was turned off, though we still had a few lights, so wherever we were must’ve had a generator.  And that’s why people were coming from all over.  But I had flashes of NCIS people doing stuff with airplanes and a shoot ‘em up scene with robots.  And then Hodgins and Angela showed up from Bones at the front of the house.  Then when I went upstairs to find my friends I found Paul, Jessica, Hannah and Breezie making hamburgers and hotdogs over a grill.  And the moral of the story is… I have absolutely no clue.  I didn’t die, so I was happy bout that.  Hopefully we win and I get to eat a hamburger!

Alternate Reality Where You’re Never Dead For Long

I had a weird dream last night.  The funny thing was, that I wasn’t the center part of the dream.  In fact I don’t even know if I was in the dream, it was more like watching a movie but from right above so I could see all that was going on.  It had vampires in it trying to bite people (what else do they do anyway) and then a power struggle between two groups of people, spies, assassins and all that fun stuff.

I wonder where do our dreams come from?  Can we dream of stuff we’ve never heard of or seen, or do we just take our life-what we’ve seen ove it so far-and mesh it all together in random ways?  I know that as a kid our dreams could be more of the boogeyman under the bed or in the closet, more the fear of the unknown.  But I think it would be really interesting if I started dreaming of things unknown to me.  Thing is, even right after I wake up, it’s hard for me to pull all the parts of the dream together into a coherent thought.  The more I try to recall them and put them together, the fuzzier they become.