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.

3 comments:

Shotgun said...

He SHOT ME IN THE HEAD!! I don't care if it was in his dream or not, I have never had a homicidal dream about him!! Also, when he told me about the dream he didn't tell me I had orchestrated any attack on him, he just told me I had thrown away his CDs. Either way, I think it's disturbing he had a dream about SHOOTING ME IN THE HEAD!

Grama said...

So he sees himself as a cross between Ward Cleaver and Indiana Jones...
Interesting.

Mam said...

I'm just going to forget I read this one. I'm sticking with the Ward Cleaver personna!