Dreams

Dreams are weird when you think about them.  Like when you go to sleep your brain makes a movie in your head.  And that can run the gammet of fun, scary, or weird.  To be honest, 90 percent of the dreams I can remember run into the weird category.  Like I had a dream one time, me and my best friend were on a road trip to Las Vegas to pick up Medicine for my grandpa.  Why we were picking it up all the way in Las Vegas I'll never know, but there we are.  For some reason, I constantly have this dream I'm back in high school, but not at that age, no.  I'm the age I am now, (39 if you're curious) but I'm back in my shitty high school as if I never left.  Those dreams get annoying.  Another set of annoying dreams I use to have is when I use to work fast food.  I'd spend all damn day at work, come home, and dream I was at work again.  Then I'd get confused when I woke up.  I think the scariest dream I ever had at least that I can remember, was when I was a kid, I think around the third grade.  Me my brother and my cousin Jennifer, who my mom always took care of were sitting around the breakfast table, and I look over and Jen's face first in her cereal bowl, and I realize she's dead.  And then a booming voice from all around says "Yes, and you're next."

I think the dreams I hate the most, however, are the ones where I'm in Japan, living the life I've always wanted.  Why would I hate those you may wonder?  Because they are just reminders that I'm no closer to my goal in life of living there, and it hurts.  It's like my brain teasing me like "Hey remember this thing you wanted to do? Well, fuck you!"  Which is rude of my brain considering I never did anything bad to it.  I never drank, never did drugs so....so fuck you brain.