tadmanly

i've been fascinated with dreams recently. specifically, my own dreams. to give you a bit of background, for most of my life i remembered none of my dreams, they were gone as soon as i awoke and, for all i know, may never have existed in the first place. fortunately this changed about ten months ago and i still remember the first one:

i was walking along a path in, what seemed to be, an expansive, never-ending desert. i was joined by sarah jessica parker. we walked along this path talking, the way two old friends might be as they walk down a sidewalk or through a mall, in this case we just happened to be in a massive desert. as we continued walking and talking, an invisible force was applied to our shoulders and we were forced to continue by crawling. as we crawled further down the path we came across a series of three strips crossing the path, each approximately eight feet in length and continuing, endlessly in each direction, forbidding us to crawl around. so, we trudged right on through. the first strip consisted of dead scorpions, a brief eight-foot break came next, followed by a strip of dead spiders, a similar break again, and finally we crawled across the final strip, consisting of dead dragonflies. at this point, i woke up...

i must say, it's a bit awkward to have dreams like this, involving celebrities and dead things. it's even more awkward when this is the first dream to make itself known to you in half a decade. recent dreams have been similarly awkward...one involving being a buddhist monk, another involving naked, elderly men power-walking, and one involving a good friend utilizing super-human strength to clear a series of automobiles out of a parking lot.

they say that we can learn alot about ourselves through our dreams. i don't know if i can claim to have learned alot but there is at least one fact i have gleaned from these cryptic messages: my mind is fucked.