Yet even more F-ed up dreams

There were three distinct dreams last night; all of them really vivid and weird. I think it was because I worked out really hard, and thus was a little overheated when I was sleeping as sometimes happened.

Dream 1:
I was in the kitchen of my girlfriend from high school. She had a friend over who was really jealous of our relationship (I don't think we were dating in the dream, but we were really good friends.) She was marinating raw chicken in a bowl of lime pesto (similar to what I had for dinner before this dream) and then the guy was trying to show off, took a chicken breast tender, and started sucking on it. He was cooing about it being so good, and I was nauseated. He pulled off the tendon, and started playing with it. I was agape and feeling queasy. Then, he spit the tendon into my open mouth and I nearly gagged. end of dream.

Dream 2: I was driving on a really curvy high way, like a rollercoaster. As cars came over the ramp, onto a bridge, they would frequently gain altitude and "fly" a little bit before landing. One of the cars on the outside lane got a little too much air and fell off the bridge plummeting below. Cars slowed down to see what had happened, but the car was so far down, you couldn't see it anymore. end of dream.

Dream 3: I was in an old house with two small school girls. They were whispering about something, talking into an old phone that had the two separate pieces, one to speak into and one to listen from. They were talking about a secret, but I couldn't get close enough to hear. end of dream.

More weird dreams

Last night, I had a very vivid dream. I was scuba diving in a very large, dark, murky swimming pool. The water had bits of bone and cloth (?) floating in it, like a giant bowl of egg drop soup. As I swum around, through the muck, I wasn't so concerned about the skull here and there. There were other things in the water, I realized, soft white ghosts, swimming in the water. I started talking to them, realizing that there were dozens of them in this pool (which was more like a small lake at this point) and the water was clear enough for me to see them all.

They started talking to me and telling me the secrets of the dead, but then I asked them a question: is everyone here dead? And only two-thirds of them raised their hands. They looked around and realized that the others were members of a girl's basketball team. I wasn't sure if they were dead or not, and just lying (or didn't know that they were dead) or if they were somehow breathing underwater. The real dead beings didn't want to tell their secrets with other live people.

End of dream.

Wagon fallers!

This is the season to fall off your wagon.

Let's review:
1) Me. I fell off the blogger wagon. No updates in weeks. Oh yeah, and I have inhaled 2 Krispy Kremes, and several Ann Sather's cinnamon rolls over the past few days.
2) Keith. When he goes to the gym, he overheats. Or at least that was his excuse on Monday. All his hard work is slowly melting.
3) Heather. She like(d?) it raw. Food that is. She is a raw vegetarian but when she came to visit, she ate marinated beef ribs. Ooops. I tried to help keep her on it, taking her to Karyn's Raw Restaurant, but she decided, once she saw the chilled almond loaf that she would rather eat Penny's noodles. The wagon is so far ahead that the dust isn't even around.
4) Darren and John, two cyclists at my spin class. Sliding behind, not showing up.

Wagon fallers, all of us.

(look at this post!)

*running after the wagon!*