Dream Walkin'

I believe this is why I want to minor in Psychology. I don't have dreams often. And when I do dream, there's maybe a 10% chance that I'll even remember it. Of those 90% that I don't remember, maybe 25% will come back in some form of deja vu during my waking hours. When they will occur are so sporadic that I can never know when--it may be a week from now, it may be a whole year later. All I know is that I suddenly feel like I've done this before, and am about two seconds ahead of what is only happening until now.

Then there are the dreams that are so messed up that will never happen. Those are called 'normal' dreams. Yet I have to wonder why I had that sort of dream in the first place. Such as, last night. I don't remember what venue I was at, but it was some public event, like maybe a sport or a party or something to that effect. And two things stick in my mind.

1) I had made a friend. She was a nice friend, maybe only 12 or 14 so she was younger, but she was fun to play with. In the rafters above the whole party thing she had this hidden playroom, it was really kind of cool to any kid (and because I'm a kid at heart, I thoroughly enjoyed it). I remember in order to get up there she had to pop open this little door in the corner of the building that opened to an elevator of sorts that took you up to the room. Then to get down, you had to take a slide in another corner. It was very red up there, not pink. But it was a bright happy red, which went pretty well with the rest of the rustic brown the building was. Kinda cool, really.

2) Tony Stewart was in my dream. Now he is a NASCAR driver, and I am a NASCAR fan, yet I have no idea why I would have a dream with him in it. Maybe I subconsciously remember that the Daytona 500 is coming up on Valentine's Day, or maybe I unconsciously remember that this weekend is the Rolex 24 Hours @ Daytona (which he's driven in before). No clue whatsoever. But the fucked up part was that in my dream, we were pretty much dating. But at the same time we weren't. Sort of like this was a total fling.

*Shudder*

Had we been in a room all alone, I'm afraid we would've totally gotten it on.

*Double Shudder*

Not that he's bad to look at, or that I hate his guts....but I can't figure out what would've sparked that dream, with HIM of all famous people. That was just messed up.

Then I woke up and realized that I was sleeping in all Earnhardt clothing. Again, why Tony Stewart of all people?! Sigh.

I've had some pretty strange dreams in the past, too. One was of my crushes of all crushes, my Rafael. In the dream we were having a total affair...a legit one, because in my dream he was married. /facepalm. He was confused, he ended up walking out of the mysterious dream room we were standing in to think about things...I like to believe that because he was thinking, it meant he actually liked me. Exciting thought for my little crush-mind, just screwed up for a dream.

There was a second dream not long ago I had that was very strange, too....but it comes and goes in my memory, and it's escaped me at the moment. Maybe I'll remember it later.

Strange that in my dreams, I'm such a slut. :/