Dreaming

Lately I have been having odd dreams. Most people don't like it when others talk about their dreams because they are abstract and no one understands them. I can see that. But c'mon, they can be so silly, nice, or weird that you gotta tell someone.

Such as the happy one where I give up having to work and become a freelance writer, travelling the world at a happy pace and living off my advances and royalties (Actually, that is a dream I have when I'm awake so it probably doesn't count). Very yummy. Or the really scary one of holding a massive Chicago skyscraper up with my hands and then letting it crash to the ground because I caught a glimpse of shiny red shoes at the Gucci shop across the street.

Last night I was sitting on an iceberg in the middle of the Arctic Ocean or Somewhere Else that has icebergs. And I was wondering how the hell I was going to get off the thing when all of a sudden I'm at a carnival in Brazil shaking my gonzagas and doing the chacha with an 8 foot gorilla. Then a high school chum I haven't seen in yonks throws a cream pie in my face and I roll down a hill into an airplane that's been hijacked and I'm going down! Down, I tell you! But just as I'm about to hit the water and die a disasterous and water-logged death I wake up and realize that I'm in bed and it is only 4am.

So, yes, those are the types of dreams I've been having lately. If they aren't somehow apocalyptic they are dancing with gorillas and travel. It's a crazy dream world I live in. They keep me entertained but christ, are they odd...gorillas indeed.