Brad's blog spurred me to share this... It was originally a comment, but It got to be too long, so i thought I'd do it here.

I just recently had a dream where I was at my house and some people pulled up and got out, and for some reason I got in, and there was this beautiful girl sitting there in the back seat, and I sat next to her.

her dad was in the front seat for some reason, and he was driving us somewhere, and his coffee mug that was sitting in the front cup holder all of a sudden had a hole in the bottom and started spilled coffee. He got mad and cussed out the kids that "did it"

and so for some reason, I decided that I would suck it up and use my toe to plug the hole on the bottom of the cup, and the coffee was really hot, and it hurt.

we got to where we were going, and it turned out to be one of those strip malls that actually have a little inside area. So it's like a mall, only smaller, and there are businesses on the outside too.

we went into a music shop, and while we were there, an alarm went off or a siren sounded, and the owner of the store told everyone to get out of the way of the car that would be driving through the middle of the store.

It's like the store was divided in half by this car lane that ran right through it. and then pulled up some people, or some hoodlums, I should say, and they got out and at the same time, a car woooshed past us through the store.




and I woke up in a dark place. only, I was holding glowing things in my hands. They were blue eyes. And somebody's pinky finger, or small toe. I can't remember. But there was this sense of dread. horrible dread, because those were the eyes of that beautiful girl that i had been in the car with. and I was in a totally dark place. and I wasn't myself.

I was looking through the eyes of that beautiful girl, and I had been held hostage by those people that ran into the store with the car, and they had cut out my beautiful blue girl eyes, and cut off my pinky finger. Or toe. I can't remember.

and i was just sitting there crying. Because I was alone, in a dark room, and my eyes were in my hands.





and right before I woke up, I remember thinking how weird it was that I could still see even though they had taken out my eyes.

But it was like I was both people, while i was in the dark place, knowing that I had been kidnapped.

I was me, the kid who was admiring the girl, and I was really sad that she was kidnapped, and I was also the girl.

totally terrified at the thought of my eyes being cut out and that they were looking at me, and glowing.





I was telling my mom that I can't recall ever having a nightmare. I've had a high fever one time, and I thought that I was in the T.V. show nash bridges, and that there were people trying to get me.

but I've never had a nightmare.


and so she said that a nightmare is just a bad dream. Or a dream that you didn't like.


and this dream scared me. It really scared me. It filled me with dread and horror. Absolute horror. and I couldn't really even speak of it, and when I did, I just stopped in silence of how terrified it actually made me.


But I wouldn't say it was a nightmare. I didn't wake up in a cold sweat, or a hot sweat, or any kind of perspiration. I just woke up in my regular old way. Slowly opening my eyes, like they had never been shut, and then just being awake.



It's not that I liked it, It's just I felt like I had been in a movie. A movie that I starred in and watched at the same time, and I really like that quality about dreams, no matter if they end up with me holding my own eye balls or if I go sailing off into the distance...