Boy I've had some wild dreams lately. I've had a lot of them. Short, random dreams.
Autumn, my sister (very pregnant and very conservative), and I were in Vegas. She was gambling, and had been all night. I came to her in a room on the side of a casino. A guy came up to us, flashing a spread of $100 bills, saying, "Ladies, here's five hundred dollars, you can make it into five thousand!" My sister, in all confidence, put us down to play. No clue what we played, but she worked it and soon we had eight thousand dollars and I said, "Wow, Autumn, that's great. Let's just take that and go." She gathered some bills and said to me, "Oh, come on. I've already got $250,000 from the tables, we're fine." Jeez. I'd say.
I had a spider stalker. It followed me into my car and I noticed it as I was driving. I think I was eating ice cream.... It was crawling around, this big furry black beast, and I freaked out as I tried to maintain control of the vehicle, ice cream cone and sight of its every movement. It dropped onto my seat and I squirmed, lifting my buttocks off the seat. I tried pulling over and chanced a look down again at my seat. All of a sudden the spider was actually a pecan nut. I lowered my butt to the seat, puzzled. I pushed the nut to the floor. weird.
I was married to Ty. I couldn't even comprehend the love that was in my heart. It seemed as though it was a gift afforded as soon as marriage became official. I was so calm and happy, I can't even describe. He just held me, even as others talked and congratulated (and gave really great advice I can't remember now), he couldn't bear to not at least hold my hand. I was his. People left and we were in the front room of my mother's newly remodeled home. We were alone and I told him, "I will do my very best." He smiled, almost as if he had no idea what I was talking about but didn't want to ask me just then what I meant. His look puzzled me. But I hugged him saying, "Wow, I can't believe it's official." Still no response, just holding me. "So...where are we going to live?" I asked, suddenly realizing we hadn't planned very well for life after the marriage date. "Well, I figured I'd still live at home and you at yours." Jolted from my dream in my dream, I suddenly realized I was being hugged and kissed by a man that wasn't my husband, but a man risking his heart again to be my boyfriend. "It was a dream?" "Yeah, we're not married." Of course not. It was too perfect...
I was a dancer slash contestant in a beauty pageant of sorts. It was entirely creepy. Johnny Depp was a bad guy in the dream. He killed one of the contestants (death by arrows in the face....) and she had had black cropped hair and a bright yellow evening dress, which Johnny Depp now sported except he had a horrendously featureless, plastic mask to cover his face. There were only holes for his eyes and his mouth. We were lining up to practice introducing ourselves, and the lady in charge, a large red-headed woman, waved us all to the stage. We awkwardly lined up in evening gown attire, and were instructed to introduce the contestant next to us. I started, actually by introducing myself, then Paris, and Paris presented Darlita (or something, both of those girls were black), and Darlita introduced the awkward Sally, who was actually dead and being played now by Johnny. It was so dead beat, that I couldn't handle it. People were filing through rows of seats, maybe cleaning, getting ready for the event, judges were beginning to take their seats. I yelled to large red-headed directress, "Hey! Why don't we start out something more like this?" I spread out my arms to the empty seats, "Ladies and Gentlemen!" Swept my arms toward the left, "Judges!" And back to center, "And everyone that loves to dance, we welcome you tonight! My name is Ashley! Next to me is..." I caught Paris' attention. She finally caught on. She whispered, "The sizzling Paris." That kinda made me uncomfortable and said instead, "The beautiful Paris." She then presented Darlita, and so on. The red-headed woman loved it! She immediately adapted her choreography. the end. Yeah....didn't want to see what Johnny Depp was up to exactly.
I need to write my dreams as soon as I have them! I had so many...but these are the only ones that came to mind. I was sick the other night and had dreams all night, no matter the character I played, as one with a stomach ache.
