Crazy Dreams

Ok, here are my 3 most vividly crazy dreams. For whatever reason, my dreams are filled with celebrities. Sometimes I dream in tv show or movie format with these actors and sometimes they for whatever reason know me and are a part of my life in my dream. Like, my dream with Matthew Fox in it was in "Lost" format and I was running through a jungle trying to decide if I could trust him or not. The other style I only vaguely remember and most of the time they make no sense and like right now I know I had 3 dreams last week with actors or singers in it, but I can't remember who they were or what was going on in the dreams.

The 3 dreams all happened several months ago and fairly close to each other.
1st dream
I had apparently promised the lead singer of a band that I would sing with them. Who this was in my dream is hazy, but I can only assume that it was my crush. Anyway, the lead singer of Maroon 5, Adam, had heard of my talents and was trying to persuade me to sing with them instead. I of course was loving the attention and Adam was making a persuasive argument, but I knew that I wouldn't sing with him because of my commitment to the other group. The other guy witnessed our conversation and got in a huff thinking that I was going to go off with Adam. I had to tell him he was being a baby and that I always keep my commitments. Can't a girl feed her ego every once in a while? So, with that I ended up meeting up with Nate. We got in a car where I was driving and he was sitting sort of behind me and sort of beside me. I was horrifyingly pregnant in this dream for some strange reason and I turned to Nate and told him that I was going to die today because I had just had the best day of my life. I had received 2 of the best compliments that anyone could ever receive and 2 totally hot guys were fighting over me to sing with them. What else does a person need in life? So I reached behind me, sort of, and held Nate's hand and proceeded to tell him that I loved him and that I could not have asked for a better husband and friend and that I was going to be ok and he needed to find a mother for our children etc..... then we got hit by another car and we started spinning and I thought "well, this is it." The car just kept spinning and I was thinking "man, this dieing thing is taking for ever!" Then I woke up.

The 2nd one happened not too long after the 1st one. This one I was strapped in this shopping car/roller coaster type car that was in this vastly huge warehouse. There was one person per car and we were slowly moving along through this warehouse. I'm not sure why we were being sent to die assembly line style, but I decided to try and get out. I tried everything I could think of to get myself unstrapped from my seat. I was thinking it sure would be nice if Jack Bauer were to show up. After much struggle I finally succumbed to my fate after realizing that even if I could manage to unstrap myself I most certainly had no other way to escape. There were guards everywhere and for all I knew this warehouse was in the middle of nowhere. So I accepted my fate. I suddenly felt calm and reflected on the strangeness of knowing without a doubt that your life was over. While I was sitting there the lady in front of me turned around and was completely hysterical. She said that she had written a letter to her family and wondered if I would please get it to them for her. By this point we were getting closer to where the method of death was visible. It was a huge square piece of metal suspended from the ceiling which would then drop on the car containing the person and flatten them. I looked at the girl in front of me with bewilderment telling her that I was headed for the same fate as she. Duh! I didn't say duh, but I'm sure my expression did. She got this horrified look of shock on her face and returned to sobbing uncontrollably. Well, this made me feel like a huge pile of crap and I thought to myself that I didn't want my last moments on earth to be acting like a crap head. I found my heart and tapped on the girls shoulder and told her that I was mistaken and that I would be most happy to deliver the message to her family. I took the note from her gratitude and now Serene filled face and waited for my turn to die. I could now see in front of me people being squashed by the huge hammer like piece of metal and then the girl in front of me and then it came to my turn. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and then all went black and I felt this tingling that started at the top of my head and traveled down my body and then I was enveloped in warmth. It was a feeling that is almost indescribable. When I woke up the best way to describe what I felt was that I wasn't afraid to die. It wasn't a scary thing and the transition from life to death was actually a very pleasant one.

Ok, now a non death dream. I had decided that I wanted to play the guitar since I have a love/hate relationship with the piano. I really hate that I stopped playing and that I really need to just start from scratch and I just don't have the patients for that. So I decided to start with an instrument that I had to start from scratch legitimately and maybe I would be less hard on myself. Well, I bought a cheap guitar in case this was some short lived obsession of mine and started playing. Let me just say that the guitar is not easy. On the piano when you hit the key the piano obliges and makes the sound. On the guitar, however you have to meticulously place your bloody finger on the string just so and then strum with your other hand to hopefully get the right sound out of it. This process really didn't bother me as much as the actual sound of the cheap guitar. It was horrible. I hate that guitar and I want a real one! It makes me want to smash it against the wall so I have an excuse to buy a different guitar. So with these thoughts I drifted off to sleep. I for some reason had some sort of relationship with Keanu Reeves. I think we were some sort of friends. In this dream he was somewhere between Bill and Ted and the Lake House guy. Anyway, he came to me and told me that he bought me a new guitar. This made me confused because it was too expensive of a gift for a friend to give and I didn't know why he would buy me it in the first place. So I explain to him my discomfort and he proceeds to tell me about how he bought it and why he chose the one he did. He was rambling on about how the guitar matched his shirt and the lady that was selling him the guitar had some sort of attitude and he got mad at her. It sounded to me like he was the one being unreasonable and I told him so. He got a look on his face like I had betrayed him or slapped him or both. All this time he had never made a move to actually hand the guitar to me. I said to him "or not" referring to his bad behavior at the store and told him I had somewhere to go and to "have fun with my guitar because it looks so good with your shirt."

So, I think I have confirmed that I am crazy. At least my dreams are anyway.