A New Year Has Begun..

I know it has been a while since I've updated this blog, but don't think I haven't been dreaming! Now that school is back in session I believe I'll try to start recording my dreams again. Enjoy!

Two nights ago the main thing I remember from my dream was stepping on a squid and having my friend, Jeff, try to pull it off and then go into this long discussion about why I am terrified of salt water sea animals, not including whales and dolphins, but everything else in salt water I hate. At another point I was younger and there were a lot of children at my house and we were playing a game called 'Wooney" which one person puts a circular piece of cardboard in their mouth and say words that rhyme with 'wooney' and your partner tries to guess them. You can also attempt to put all of the cardboard in your mouth without using your hands. good luck.

Last was more intense. There was a living room with a hallway attached to it that had bathroom stalls. My mother and I were in the living room and my dad was in one of the stalls. Then a priest walks in and gives me a look and at that moment I know that he has murdered someone and now he thinks i know. So he goes in a stall. I gather my mom and dad up quietly, even though my dad was taking forever because "I have to grab some chapstick" and "Where's my billfold?" At this point I am freaking out because the window of opportunity to escape is slim! Eventually we are all out of the door and right as it is about to close that priest jumps out of the stall and I know that he now wants to kill me because he knows I know. So i don't know how high this building is but we run down a ridiculous amount of stairs and then we start snaking through pews. It is here that my dad decides he can't go any further but it doesn't matter because the crazy priest only wants me. For a moment we sit down with my grandmother and a bunch of nuns to try to work out our differences but the nuns wouldn't believe me and my grandma thought i was being rude.. so the fleeing continued. Eventually I came across a little girl that tried to help me find this man who was the youth pastor and would help me. we searched and searched and eventually settled into this long closet with a slanted ceiling where all of the children play and I sat in the corner and the little girl was offering me books to read and the guy was there. That is all. Crazy thing is that I have had a dream similar to this before. hmmm.