Weird Dreams - Part Deux

A while back I wrote a blog about some weird dreams I've had. Well, it seems I've outdone myself, as here is a list of dreams I've had in the last month:

Big Dave is Captain Kirk at the helm of The Black Pearl (from Pirates of the Carribbean),manuvering down busy Manhattan streets. He is reading the billboards from Time Square in Captain Kirk's voice -- "Macy's...Thanks..giving.....DaySale. Going-on..... now!" Needless to say, there will be no more Star Trek viewing in the house for a while.

I'm trapped in a room with three wrapped boxes on a folding table. A voice tells me if I choose the wrong box, I will never leave the room. If I choose the right box, I will never leave the room. Just as I'm about to make my choice, the voice screams, "NOT THAT ONE!" Could it be that the election is just a little too much on my mind right now?

My childhood dog, Waggles, appears at my front door. He is surrounded by a mist. When I call him, he turns away from me and looks into the darkness, like someone is calling him. When I step towards him, he steps away back into the mist. I turn to go back into the house, and he pees on my roses. Think he's trying to tell me something?? : )

I have lunch with John Cusack (my future second husband) in LA. Big Dave is his manager, and tries to get me to convince John to do this new hot movie about the life of frozen peas. But all John wants to do is eat my chicken salad, and he chews with his mouth open. Hmmm.. okay so he may not be husband material after all, but he's just so darn cute!

I'm in labor, and Big Dave is rushing me to the hospital. He pulls the car directly into the hospital lobby, and screams for a doctor. The doctor makes me lie down in the car, then tells me to push. After a minute or two, something pops out. The doctor exclaims, "Congratulations!" and holds up the newest PC game in the Call to Duty series, all gooey and slimey. Big Dave smiles and cries, "It's just what I've always wanted! Thanks, babe!" What's a wife of a game-addict to do?!?!?!

Our house is invaded by spiders, and suddenly John Goodman (ala Arachnaphobia) kicks open our door and proclaims, "This house will be cleansed," and proceeds to wage war against the spiders. When he's done, the house is covered in green slime and he hands me a bill for $10,000. Hero, or worst exterminator ever? You decide.