Dreams. What the hell.
Ok. So- I had a dream last night, one of the few I can remember most of- and it’s the weirdest dream ever. Don’t believe me?
I’m with my wife, and we’re at my old high school. The school I went to actually had grades K-12 in the same building. We’re walking through the school, and I see a flood of little kids walk past us, rather common, but in the midst? Marc Summers. I turn to my wife, she didn’t see him, and didn’t believe me. We file into the auditorium, and have a seat. We listen to my old principal talking, when he announces, “the host of Double Dare, Next Food Network Star, Ultimate Receipe Showdown, and Unwrapped, Marc Summers!”
WTF. I remember Marc coming out on stage, and my wife flipping out(she’s a huge Marc fan). I found myself up on the stage, no clue why.
Next thing I know, we’re in the car, driving down the interstate. We pull off the side of the road, and find ourselves in front of a house. Again, on the interstate. We get out and walk over there, and find the house IS BEING TOWED BY A FORD TAURUS STATION WAGON. And the man of the house is barbequing. 8 chickens. I remember it’s 8 chickens, because I remember asking my wife, “Why does a family of 4 need 8 barbeque chickens?” Her response? “Maybe they’re going to a family reunion.”
I turn around, and there’s a HUGE concert stage set up. In a flash, it’s gone, and so is the house. We’re driving again.
I look up to see a car in my lane, facing me. I get stopped really quickly. He starts to back up into his own lane, and tries to take off again, and slides back into my lane. It’s still summer in my dream, mind you. I know it isn’t ice. It turns out, a US Government secret project jet has crashed, spilling its fuel all over the interstate. IT’S LIQUID SOAP. We’re trying to get on past, the Jeep is sliding everywhere, and we’re magically in front of a TV.
On the TV is this guy. I swear. He’s defending his prediction that Chicago would be hit with ice storms by saying the big soap spill explains the sliding he sees in his vision. He didn’t see actual ice, just cars sliding all over.
And then… my wife woke me up to come in here to hell. But there you go. Anyone else with weird dreams of late?
