My weblog is now a dreamblog. Go figure.

Lion man.

So I made an executive decision. Due to my ridiculous ability to have insanely vivid and wild dreams, along with Luke and Nate noticing that I have this ability, my blog is going to become almost exclusively about the dreams I have. I don't have them all the time... which might make it easier to keep up with the blogging. By that I mean I won't have to do it regularly, because I don't always dream. When I do, the dreams are bananas. Here we go. First one.

Yes, I actually dreamed this.

So I'm driving my car on a county road by a grocery store near where I grew up in NH. This kid is driving in a car next to me with his mom in the passenger seat, and he cuts me off right in front of the store. I get ticked off of course, but out of nowhere a police officer pulls me over right in front of the store.

The cop walks up behind me, comes to the window and looks in at me. His hair is long, greasy, and black. He has aviators on and I can't see his eyes. His stubble is thick and black, and his teeth are really gnarly. He asks me for my license and stuff, I give it to him, he leaves, comes back, gives me my stuff and sends me on my way.

I pull into the grocery store and walk inside. I see that kid who had cut me off, and he comes over to me to apologize, which was weird. His mom smiles at me, and I walk away towards the seafood section of the store.

The seafood section is enormous. There are tanks with animals in them everywhere. One of the tanks has an open lid with these little critters flipping around on the surface of the water. One of them flew out of the tank, and a man walking by stepped on it and killed it. There were little dead critters all over the floor, like dozens of them.

The rest of the tanks of sea creatures were all lined up, all about 4 feet deep. The tank next to the little critters tank had some weird cuttlefish thing in it that changed colors as I got closer to it. I backed away and it got dim, then I approached the tank and it got a brighter and brighter color. The next tank was the weirdest by far.

Same kind of tank, but with a wire covering over the top. Inside of this tank were lions. Underwater. Two lions, living underwater for some weird reason. I was standing about 5 feet from the tank when a man walked by the tank and one of the lions busted the top of the tank open, bit the guy on the head, and sank back into the container. The guy jumped back and his bald head turned into the head of a lion. So I ran away.

I ended up at the front of the store where I saw that kid who had cut me off again, only this time he was different. He kept throwing these little balls of light at people, and when they would hit the people they would just disappear. No more people. So the kid spots me and starts throwing light at me. I start dodging it like crazy, like I'm a professional dodger of things or something. This goes on up and down aisles, all over the store. Finally we end up in the toiletries section. I looked to my right and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol to throw at him. When it hit him, it blew up and knocked him down. So I grabbed other stuff and started throwing it at him.

Everything I threw at him hit him directly in the crotch. Every time.

So he got mad and yelled "I'm going to tell my mom!", which made me freak out and run away, again.

I'm running through this store trying to find a way to get out that isn't the front door. So I dive behind a counter (which happens to be a Starbucks inside the store) and crawl to the back door past two girls whose faces I can't see. In the back room of Starbucks is a door. I go through it.

Simultaneously, I get a flash back to the cop that pulled me over earlier in the dream, only now he's wearing a trench coat and chasing me. About the time I'm going through the back door, he's running into the store to get me.

I get to the top of the staircase, open a door, and wind up on the roof of a house which was built on top of the grocery store. There are hundreds of twenty-something young adults milling around, listening to some crappy Howie Day-ish music. I get a flashback to the guy chasing me through the store, and he's at the back door of Starbucks. I have to hide.

So I slide down the roof to another roof and hide behind a fence. I know this guy is coming for me. As I look through the cracks in the fence, I see him come busting out the door. He runs all over the roof looking for me, then comes right up to the fence I'm hiding behind, looks right at it, and screams "WHERE ARE YOU!?"

Then I woke up.