so not double rainbow.

     So last night I had a dream about "The Golden Girls."  Which has to be the lamest dream I could ever have.  It does slightly concern me that in my wildest fantasies the best I can come up with is playing Scrabble and hanging out with Bea Arthur and Betty White.  For real...this is what my brain comes up with to process the days events?  God damn...even my dream life is getting pathetic?  At least it could of thrown some nudity in there...something to say I'm still alive.  When I was little I used to have the craziest dreams, so much that I actually loved going to bed. Most nights were like watching the greatest movie I ever saw.  Some were exhilarating, like the one where I could float.  I just ran around the mall jumping and floating for hundreds of feet, I felt so free.  Some were happy.  I remember I had one where all my family got together for a reunion and we just played games outside and ate hamburgers.  My favorites though were my "nightmares."  They were so scary and real.  Every moment I not only saw but felt.  I'd wake up with my heart racing, in a pool of so much sweat that I had to change my sheets, and I never felt so alive!  I just loved that feeling of being scared and having to run away or fight my way out.  In one all I had was a comb in my back pocket which I naturally used to cut the heads off zombies as they attacked me from all angles.  Meanwhile I was waiting for my step sister's ex boyfriend to come pick me up but he was only going as fast as playing Janet Jackson in the tape deck would allow.  I guess it's why to this day I love watching movies. 

Now though...I dream of The Golden Girls.  We sit around and talk about things I don't remember.  My dreams are so boring that in my dreams I fall asleep.  Don't get me wrong, The Golden Girls is a perfectly acceptable television program.  But it is not the dream of a virile semi-young man.  It's like a part of my brain has been neutralized. Pretty soon I'm going to start dreaming in sepia tone.  May be even have a dream where I'm just waiting in line.

I used to have dreams where I could control them.  I'd have dreams where I'd be in a place like my old house in Linden Grove.  I knew I was dreaming but I could still just walk around and look at things.  Everything would be there and seem so real.  I would remember the most minute detail of a room and I could even open drawers and see inside, exactly as it was when I lived there.

Now I dream and the most exciting thing my subconscious can come up with is what color scarf Dorothy is wearing (dark purple).