Monday, October 18, 2010

Dreams

The other night I dreamed I was being chased around by a murderer guy who kept coming back to life. Once he was killed, a few hours later he’d come back to life (but not in the gross zombie way). I was stuck in a room with him while he was dead, but I had just gotten out of the shower and I couldn’t find my underwear. I obviously couldn’t run away just wearing my robe. All of a sudden he came back to life, and so I found Dave’s gun and tried to shoot him dead again, but my fingers weren’t strong enough to pull the trigger enough for it to shoot unless I didn’t lock my elbows. Of course if I didn’t lock my elbows, the kick-back would have smacked me in the head. Yikes!

Last night I dreamed that I was at work. Not sure which dream gave me a worse feeling when I woke up.

3 comments:

Mike + Mo said...

Hahaha... The work one is definitely worse...
hahhaa...

Lydia said...

HA! You have the craziest dreams when you're pregnant. I always woke up weirded out.

Smart Helm said...

Work dreams are always nightmares. That's why they call it work and not play. Sigh.