I'm the only one who thinks I'm going crazy... well, not really.

I've decided I'm going to use this blog to discuss the bizarre dreams I have, along with all my other musings. I feel like perhaps putting them out on the internet, someone, somewhere, will read them and be able to relate/explain/interpret.

Here's a quick overview: I have very vivid dreams which I remember in next to complete detail. If I don't remember them on a particular night, I can still pick out details. They're so fascinating, the things my subconscious throws at me. When the movie Inception came out, I about died of happiness. A movie about dreams! Yet, even the intensely creative, visually dynamic world of the Christopher Nolan masterpiece (yes, I'm calling it that), cannot match some of the elements of my mind. And the thing that bothers me, no one, no one, I've met to date experiences dreams the way I do.

So, here's an example of one of my many nightly adventures:

I'm standing in a clothing store. It's a very modern, very chic place. I'm holding a sweater and another green shirt, looking around. The sweater is everything I love about sweaters, but out of my price range. Yet, I can't put it down. Suddenly, Robert Pattinson (cue the WTF face from everyone) is talking to me. As he's chatting me up, he asks about the sweater. I tell him I love but can't afford it, so he offers to buy it if I hang out with him. I'm confused, thinking he was just being a weirdo, but he was serious. So, he buys me the sweater. Then, we're riding back to his house on a bike straight out of Garden State on a dirt road. We stop at a nice house with two German Shepherd puppies in the front yard. I stop to play with them until a car come skidding to a halt near by. Pattinson takes me inside with the dogs, as well as several others hiding in the back yard. We hide them in the basement. A man comes out of the car, and just starts killing German Shepherds with an ax. Some man tries to stop him, but the guy just kills him. Deranged Man is just chopping things up. Then, Deranged Man comes to the door. I've got the dogs quiet and hidden, so I come upstairs to see what's going on. Deranged Man asks of any dogs we had. Pattinson is defensive, telling Deranged Man to go away or he'll call the cops. Well, a panicked me starts sobbing and yelling about what was going on. Pattinson just holds me and tells me it's okay and he'll call the cop soon. Then, there's a scream from outside and a siren, and I'm awake.

Aaaaand, that's a normal night for me. Swear to Betty White legit.

Anyone good at understanding these kinds of things? Anyone? Anyone? Buehler?

As parting words, I offer these random lyrics.

"Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?"
-The Killers, Human