Estrogen Madness

I am beginning to believe that dreams really may not have much meaning and are simply mentally induced madness and fun by your brain. I guess sometimes maybe dreams can mean something, but after last night, I am not so sure anymore.

Last night, I had a series of dreams, strung together in no discernable way, but I will try to highlight them simply to show how absurd it was:

• A time where a friend and I switched from playing Warcraft to apparently playing Live Action Everquest 2 and we were running along various islands killing things and solving quests.


• Living in a new home with a crazy Yorkshire terrier who went around and peed everywhere. I kept trying to clean up after him.


• Monica's husband buying me a set of transformers, including some strange green construction-like ones that shot Juicy-Fruit sticks out of a rocket launcher


• Going to a dinner party with twenty other girls in a strange outdoor courtyard and the meal portions were really small. The plates kept passing around in odd directions and ended up meeting at mine. After dinner, we all had to take our shoes off and head to a living room area to do Dance Dance Revolution.


• Zombie sex. This was too disturbing for me to even describe.


• Walking in on my old friends as they were sitting down drinking beers on a screened porch and arguing about D&D rules.