What A Weird Dream

I don't often dream but when I do they are very, very vivid. Like wake up out of breath vivid. Basically, my dreams are exhausting. So I really don't like to dream. But when I am over tired, I tend to dream more. Lately, I have been really tired so I have been having some really interesting dreams.

Last week, I had a dream about bloggers. I dreamt that Mama Kat was president and Lula was vice president. I was there playing assistant and helping them run the country. Making the world a better place for bloggers.

I also had a dream where I was a 17 year old girl living in a small town on the coast of Maine. I was going through all the teenage angst and trying to figure out who I was and so on. When I find out the I am being transformed into a mermaid. Scales started busting up on my arms and I had to deal with my legs fusing together.

Then other night I had this dream. It was my 10 year high school reunion. I was successful and smokin' hot so I just had to be there. I also was in charge of planning the whole event. On the night of the big event, there he is, the guy I had a crush on all though high school. I see him across the room and he is totally checking me out . The hottest guy in hole school then and now, well time has been good. He is a mix of Johnny Depp and George Clooney. Wipe up my drool, gorgeous.

I see him. He sees me. He walks towards me. We meet in the center of the room. My heart is racing. You can just feel the chemistry between us. He leans in to says something and all I hear coming from his mouth is crying. Huh!?

Lets try this again (yes, my dream rewinds). I see him. He sees me. He walks towards me just oozing sex appeal. The chemistry between is just about to explode. He leans in to say.... and crying. Just stop the crying, I try to tell him but every time he opens his mouth there is crying.

Wait a minute, that crying is some what familiar to me. I know that crying but from where? I can't quite put my finger on it. Oh yup, there it is, Quinn. That is Quinn's cry. Why does this guy sound like Quinn? This is not funny at all. He needs to stop. We are finally going to have our moment. The moment I have been waiting years for......


And then I am jumped on. Not by the hottie or by Jeff but by a very real, very angry, very loud, crying Quinn. Good morning to you too.


Weird, just weird.

Even though this post doesn't really fit into any of the prompts this week for Writer's Workshop. Those prompts did inspire it, don't ask me how but they did. So there, assignment complete. Check out other posts here.