My Dream Journal (and some links)

This is my 100th blog post.  It isn’t more special than any of the others.  They’re all special.  Some are special in a “that’s actually pretty good” way.  Some are special in a “well isn’t that special” kind of way.  I recommend reading the whole thing from the beginning.  Just a warning.  We are nearing an estimated 50,000 individual words now, a lot of which are four letters long or longer.  So, before you sit down to this massive undertaking, you might want to get a snack and a cup of coffee.

I don’t always remember my dreams.  But last night I had a great one.  By great, I mean confusing, entertaining, and slightly disturbing.

I’m on my way to my in-laws house.  For some reason, my wife and kids are already there.  When I arrive, I perform a dangerous driving maneuver cutting at least one person off while turning into the neighborhood.  My mother-in-law sees this and lets me know that it was a bad thing to do.  I feel that I must explain why I cut off one of her neighbors.  For some reason, I decide that I could best explain this to her on a car ride.  So, we take a car ride, and I defend my driving maneuver with excuses that even sound bad to me.  While on this ride, I notice a house by the side of the road that is in a giant shopping basket.  Of course, there are cutouts in the basket where the doors are so that you can get in and out of the house easily.  Hmmm.

We’re back at the in-laws house.  The weather looks bad.  I turn around and see a tornado moving quickly downwind.  I need to warn my wife and kids.  Luckily, they are already in a storm shelter in the middle of a field.  It’s a pretty big underground shelter and I’m relieved to see that there are two entrances.  No one wants to get stuck in a storm shelter that doesn’t have a back door.  Outside there are at least five tornadoes visible from the field.  I go to shut and lock the door, but another guy forces his way in.  He’s armed.  I don’t trust this guy.  I should be armed too.  I look at my hand and realize that I am armed.  A revolver.  I should probably check if it’s loaded.  It’s loaded.  But it’s loaded with five different caliber bullets.  Including a shotgun shell.  Even in my dream, I realize that this is probably not going to work.  I need another gun.  Luckily, this is a dream, so I immediately find another gun.  Now there are more people in the shelter and I’m not sure where they all came from.  I decide that we need food, so we look around and find some.  Somebody mentions Rice Krispy treats, which makes me very happy because they are awesome.  Then I find a container that has peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in it.  This is really disappointing, because I can’t stand peanut butter and jelly, and one of the sandwiches is moldy.  Whoever built this place didn’t put much thought into their food supplies.  At least there is water.  And then I wake up.  I have to say that upon waking, I am relieved to realize that I hadn’t cut anyone off while driving.  It really was a dangerous maneuver.

My personal interpretation of all of this?  I think we should make Rice Krispy treats today.

LINKS

• The crew at the Superbowl accidentally painted the Broncos logo on both ends of the field.  You Had ONE Job.
• Chris Pratt posted some pretty great motivation on his instagram page.  He’s a good dude.
• Some guy out west hid 2 million dollars in gold and made a big treasure hunt game out of it.  Now someone has disappeared while searching for it.
• “Body of woman, 2 live monkeys found in Florida hotel room”  I have nothing to add to this.