Monday, August 8, 2011

Dream Weaving

Hey all!  It's Miss Sarcasm with this week's theme, and I really hope you enjoy it and can find lots of stories to share with us. Dig through your archives.  Write up something new.

Email us at cheesybloggers@gmail.com to share your story or link up your dreaming post with us below!

This week, I want to talk about dreams. 

I've mentioned before a couple times on my blog (Musings of a Sarcastic Mind) that I have some wild, weird, baffling dreams many nights.  I've woken up MANY times thinking, What the hell was THAT about?  I've dreamt about Patrick Swayze wanting me dead, I've dreamt about becoming a character on some weird Mary Poppins meets Harry Potter movie, I've dreamt many times about my teeth all crumbling and falling out.  I've had full on pornographic dreams which include people I know and people I don't know.  Time travel dreams?  Yes sir, been there, done that.  I've had super scary dreams where I'm being chased by Satan and I can't move.  I've had quite a few dreams where I'm being chased by a tornado that always seems to know where I am and every time I look out a window it's there, waiting for me. Sleepwalking?  Yep.  Done that a few times as well.  I've even had what they call "lucid" dreams where I know I'm dreaming and tell my dreaming self that it's just a dream.  And don't get me started on those "sleep paralysis" episodes where your mind wakes up but your body is still asleep and  you can't move and you sense something wicked is in the room with you and if you can just manage to move even your little toe or pinkie finger you'll wake up and be able to move. Wild.

One of my favorite dream stories to tell is about a dream I had when I was really young, probably 6 or 7 years old, and I dreamt that I was eating at a restaurant with my family.  In my dream, I drank lots and lots of water and really, REALLY had to go to the bathroom to pee, like NOW!  I ran to the restaurant's restroom just in the knick of time and was able to make it and go and feel SO much better.  Man did that pee feel good.  And realistic.
Very realistic.
Too realistic.
I was awakened from my dream peeing to find myself wetting my own bed.
Mortifying.

A recent dream I had that showcases my strange brain fantasies involves the 2 foot tall metal chicken I bought after being inspired by The Bloggess and her chicken, Beyonce.  The night after my chicken (Orville Chickenbawker) arrived, I dreamt that he came to life, walked up to my bedroom, and proceeded to go through my dresser drawers and throw out all of my bras and underwear.  When I asked him what he was doing, he replied, "It's cold in here."  Then he proceeded to thank me for rescuing him from a chicken farm in Mexico where he was forced to work all night making shoes, and then stand still all day and pretend to be a stature for tourists.
I have NO idea.

Well, I could go on and on, but I'd rather hear from you guys.  Please email us your BEST dream story and we'll showcase you and your post here on Cheesy Bloggers.
Go check out this week's Spreadable Cheese as well.  It's all about the dreaming.
Ready. Set. GO!