Crazy ass dream!

I am not one of those people that dream all that often. I am sure it could be medically explained, but I usually only dream when I am taking a nap or I am sick. Well, the sick thing is the category I am in now. I seem to be getting over it, but I still feel like I need the Nyquil before I go to bed. (That's probably going to be a new wall I have to get over before too long also, but I digress.)So, last night is no different, and I finally fell asleep about midnight. I want to give you a little background on my dreams: My dreams rarely make absolutely any sense, and sometimes leave me wondering why my subconscious is so fucked up. I rarely dream about sex, and when I do, the person is usually anonymous. And when I am sick, my dreams get really weird and play in my head like a movie. Lately, I have been keeping a dream journal by my bed, and when I wake up, I write down everything I remember, then walk away. If I remember any more pieces, I go back to it. I have been doing it for probably a year now, and I have really found that when I go back and read them weeks later, I can sometimes remember more of that original dream. I am getting much better at remembering more of my dreams, now that I have trained my brain to remember more. But, like I said before, sometimes I go a couple of weeks before another entry gets made in to the journal. Last night, I had a real doozy of a dream. Here goes:

I was sitting on a bench outside of Walmart next to a statue of Ronald McDonald. Only, Ronald wasn't a statue, he was a person dressed up as Ronald McDonald and he kept making these really sexual remarks to me. I tried to get up, but for some reason I couldn't. I had a bottle of water in my hand, and when he grabbed my boob, I threw the water on him. The makeup starting running off of him, and underneath the makeup was the guy who sells me my Vitamin Water in the morning at the convenience store on my way to school. Once he gets up and starts to walk away, I find myself walking across a snowy field towards a carnival. I keep walking and walking and I don't get any closer, and I am really cold. I look down, and I am wearing socks, but I am nude except for that. There are people in a red car following me, honking the horn and yelling at me to get in with them, but I don't want to, I just want to get to the carnival. Next thing I know I am walking hand in hand with a cheerleader and we are on our way to some ride at the carnival. But it was no longer cold. I turn around, because someone yells my name, and the cheerleader is gone. I spend the rest of my dream wandering around the carnival, crying that I have lost her, and I am asking everyone if they have seen the cheerleader. Then I woke up.


See, makes no fucking sense. My roommate gave me a book by Sylvia Brown and it is supposed to be about "decoding your dreams" or something like that, but it doesn't work, from what I can tell. I am going to get in the shower now, and maybe watch a little TV. I may get on a little later and tell everyone about the conversation I had with Michelle (from last night).