Dreams

 I had been meaning to write something on this topic for several weeks. I feel there has bee a string of recurring concepts in my dreams that make them odd even by dream standards. At first I attributed it to odd sleeping habits, then watching weird shows before bed. Now I have no Idea.

The first one occurred in December over winter break. I had stayed up just about all night playing madden and passed out around 10am. I slept for just about 2 hours, yet in that two hours this occurred:
 I'm in my backyard, only it isn't my back yard. It looks like my backyard but where my neighbor's fence usually is is now rolling landscapes peppered with large pine trees. I imagine this is how Montana would look. The next thing I know me and Brad are walking through the woods. I'm holding a map that leads us to the secret. What the secret is, I don't know, I suppose that's why it's a secret. Suddenly from no where: Bear attack. Bears everywhere. Not the New Jersey black bears either, Canadian, I'll eat you and your family, bears, big bears, bear cavalry bears. We both run. I make it back to my kitchen and from the window over the sink I see Brad still in the yard. Trapped between the jaws of a massive grizzly, slowly being ripped to pieces. The bear stands in the tree line looking right at me, almost mocking me by taking my friend's life.

At this point I smelled someone making bacon, and that was enough of a kick to send me out of my dream and into the real world with a sense of 'the fuck just happend' and 'Oh man, I'm starving.'

The next several weeks I don't remember in such detail, but there are definitely two common themes: More bears, dead hookers and dead ex-girlfriends.

This morning I suddenly found myself in the building I have most of my classes in, only it wasn't that building, it was the main entrance of my high school. I see my ex girlfriend walk in, ex-a for all intents and purposes. The thing about her was after we broke up she insisted on trying to be my friend. Now, I never understood this concept that girls have, but for my own personal coping methods, when a girl broke up with me I just cut off that whole portion of my life. Anything we both were into, any friends I made because of her, whatever, just, gone so I wouldn't have to think about it. So, seeing her in class everyday for an entire year and having to deal with her trying to play nice and everything got old fast.

So ex-a walks into the room and instantly sees me. It's as if I can hear the tracking computer in her head go 'target acquired.' I instantly take evasive action, into the stairwell. Now the building has the stair case for my dorm and I'm damn near sprinting up multiple floors. (missing frames) I'm in her room talking to her, only it's not my ex-girlfriend, it's a hybrid of my ex and current girlfriend (missing frames) My sister sees me talking to her. I need to get her. This cannot be spoken of. She'll rat me out for sure. I try and chase her down before she can get to the telportation portal. (missing frames) My hybrid girlfriend is dead. I'm dragging her body somewhere, a feeling of desperation creeping over me. My alarm goes off, I wake up with the feeling 'God dammit, I need a dream interperter.'

If my brain were to release a greatest hits CD of my dreams it'd be called "Hookers, Bears, and Girlfriends: the life and times of Tim."