So it's been quite a while since my last dream worthy enough to be on this blog. Oh trust me, I've had dreams since then, but none that really stand out. My mind is a constantly spinning web of crazy imagination, and last night was no different.
Let me give you a bit of history before I dive right in to the goods. I haven't been getting as much sleep as I'd like lately. I usually go to bed around 1 or 2 and wake up between 8 and 9. I'm really trying to go to bed earlier, I really am. But I just get so distracted. Enter last night. Yesterday I promised to myself, since I was yawning all day, that I would go to bed before 11 to get a good night's rest. Unfortunately, after going to youth and getting home at midnight, then getting on Facebook, the red, digital clock next to my computer cast that deathly number once again, "1:00". Here's to another night of tired eyes. So going in to last night, I was pretty pooped already, and I think that's when the most "inspiration" comes, surprisingly. So we begin...
As I closed my eyes and drifted, once again, off to dreamworld I was placed right in the middle of working at the movie theater (surprise, surprise, I dream about work). Immediately, some younger guy came up and ordered a small popcorn. Instead of spending five minutes to root through his wallet trying to find the right amount to hand to me (like some people do *cough, cough*) he just grabbed a fistful of cash and gift cards and slid it across the counter. Immediately, I saw two 20's, so I knew that he had given me too much, but after counting it all out (gift cards included) he had given me around 200 dollars...for a 5 dollar item. But the funny thing was that instead of taking the extra back, he just said, "keep the change", and walked off munching on the fluffy goodness. Dumbfounded that I had just made a 195 dollar tip in the matter of seconds, my vision became all screwed up. It was almost like my two eyes had gone independent of each other and I had trouble realigning them. In fact, it was so bad that I had to leave work sick, I just couldn't see straight and had to call Chris Long (why him?) to come help me walk out to my car. The funny thing was, though, instead of walking out to the car, we walked back in the corridor at the theater that branches off to all the auditoriums. I pretty much hugged the wall the whole time, still in shock that I made 195 dollars, and still unable to see straight. Eventually, my eyes straightened themselves out, but just as they did, I was teleported to the side of the very beautiful *dun dun dun* Olivia Dunham! Yes, that's correct, I was teleported into the world of the TV show Fringe (one of my favorites) and was working along side the main character, Olivia Dunham (who is played by Anna Torv...*heart starts pounding*). As it turns out, we were working on a case, although, I never really figured out what we were trying to find out. We just kind of ran around and did sneaky things and tried not to get caught. At one point, we ran outside this huge building we were in and I saw a helicopter with a little remote control. Except, this helicopter wasn't your run-of-the-mill remote control helicopter. This was a military grade chopper, complete with explosives, guns, cannons, rockets, you name it...and it was remote control. Score! Of course I had to play with it, I mean, seriously, who wouldn't? So, after quickly figuring out the controls, I stood on the ground and flew the chopper back and forth, all the while shooting missiles and rockets at random things and watching them blow up (hey, this is a guy's dream remember?). Pretty soon, my fun was brought to a close as the government had sent dozens of tanks to try to take me down, and since my aim was so bad, I only blew up one of the tanks before kamikaze-ing into another one and making a HUGE explosion. From there, I was teleported back home. I was laying in my bed while my mom watched TV (two things, why is my mom in my room, and, since when do we have dish?) She was watching the news because, apparently, there were terrorist attacks all around the world and random bombs were going off and destroying things and killing people. The most prominent one went off in a place called Googleland, which was Google's headquarters, server farm, app store, you name it, everything that has Google attached to it was there. They actually had build a reconstruction of the bomb going off using Legos and were playing it over and over, talking about the dynamics of the placement of the bomb and the massive destruction it had caused. (Here I must tell you something else. Right before bed I was on Facebook and noticed that one of my friend's brothers had passed away unexpectedly.) Then, they started listing off the names of the missing and dead, and of course, my friend's brother was among those. It's funny, in a sense, how your brain can take something from real life and manipulate it into dream life. Shocked, I traveled downstairs to see what my brother and Dad were up to. When I went down the stairs, I found them running very excitedly around the house looking outside the windows and talking about snow. I went to the window and looked, and sure enough, even though it was still dark outside, I could see snowflakes steadily drifting down.
"Isn't this supposed to be a big snowstorm?", I asked.
"Yes! The biggest of the season!!", my Dad all too enthusiastically answered.
"Great. Another slow night at Country Cupboard."
And that's where I woke up.
But the fun doesn't stop there...
Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at the clock. 9:00. Man, had I really slept 8 hours? Didn't feel like it. As I slowly woke up and became aware of my surroundings, my eyes glanced over the window. Wait. Was it snowing outside? Yes. Yes, it was! A couple minutes later I was walking sleepily down the stairs to see what the forecast was and really look at the snow, I saw my Mom.
"Isn't this supposed to be a big snowstorm?", I asked.
"Well, we're supposed to only get about an inch or so..."
"Great. Another slow night at Country Cupboard."
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