Friday, September 22, 2006
Dreams Are Like Feelings, They Shouldn’t Be Bottled Up and Forgotten About
The other morning I had this crazy dream. Nothing really new for me, but this one had a twist at the end. I was an Indiana Jones type adventurer in the deepest darkest jungles of Peru. There I was at this temple examining some ruins when I was attacked by tribesmen. I found out that Shotgun was the one who had orchestrated the attack and had taken some of my stuff. I confronted her about it and then… shot her in the head. Yup, folks, that’s what happened IN MY DREAM!
That was some pretty crazy stuff. I assure you that I haven’t had any dreams like that about my lovely wife before. I woke up with that weird “holy crap, what did I just dream feeling” and being the stupid man I am, I explained the dream to Shotgun. She was with me until that last little detail. In retrospect it is clear that I should have kept this one to myself but the cat’s out of the bag. I’m not sure what’s worse, getting bad wife vibes for a dream I had or getting the bad wife vibes from a dream she had.