A year ago I gave up regular soda and switched completely to diet. I gave up soda completely a week ago, and it really hasn’t been a problem during my waking hours, but when it’s time to sleep I completely crash. I sleep longer than before, and it’s a bit rougher waking up. Once I’m going things are fine.
I don’t generally remember my dreams on a regular basis. Twice a year is about as often as I’ll have one that I can remember. I think it’s only when I’m really tired. Last night was one of those nights.
I was sitting in a diner with some of my friends when Jay-Z walked in and sat down at a table next to us. Some of my friends jumped out of their seats to shake his hands and sat down to talk to him. A minute later Diddy walked into the place and sat down at our table just to hang out. None of the conversation sticks in my mind, but I remember feeling like we were all good friends.
Damn, I need caffeine.
I only remember dreams when I’m really tired. My dreams are very boring, usually involving people I already know, in realistic situations. I will wave to a friend as I walk with another friend. Last night my dream was about as far from reality as things get for me. I had a beard, a full beard. It was a good look for me. I may just have to invest in some Rogaine for my face.
I hardly ever remember dreams, and when I do, they do not generally stray too far from my normal everyday activities. I will remember a dream every six months or so, and most of the time it will involve waving hello to a friend. That is it. Pretty boring, huh?
Last night I had a dream that I actually remember. For some reason, I was the owner of four Tree Frogs. I had a hard time wrangling them up as they kept trying to jump out of their container. I distinctly remember them crawling over my scrubs as they made their escape.
I was also the owner of a small alligator, about three feet long. I had to tape its mouth shut, but for some reason all we had available was Scotch tape. I kept yelling, “I need more tape! He’s going to death roll again!” I felt a lot like Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. I just hope I didn’t look like this guy.
I stumbled across this old picture of Michelle and me and decided to scan it and share it with the rest of you. Ignore the date on it. The day was July 4, 1998. You can see a neighborhood block party in the background. Some things to note are how skinny I am and the fact that I am taller than Michelle, despite standing on a lower portion of the street. She must have grown an extra inch or two during college. Look how happy and care free we were then.
Unfortunately, little did we know that it wouldn’t be all smiles and sunny days. This rainy morning I awoke to a slap in the face, literally. I am a very heavy sleeper, so for me to wake up and for me to know that a slap to the face woke me up means I was hit pretty hard. Immediately I asked, “What?”
Apparently Michelle was dreaming that she was at her friend’s wedding and someone (not me) was sleeping and snoring during the wedding. People told Michelle to take care of the snoring man. So half awake she must have heard me breathing heavily, thought that it must have been me causing the ruckus, and bought down her palm of fury on my face. I’m being punished because she was dreaming! She even said it wasn’t me snoring in the dream.
This is not the first time I have suffered the wrath of Michelle for a dream. She go mad at me when she dreamed I had a tea party at Disney’s Magic Castle and didn’t invite her. Then there was the time that I had a Star Wars marathon watching party, and although she was invited, I wouldn’t let her talk because she asked too many questions.