Stressful dreams

The other night, I had another one of my crazy dreams. So vivid, so real, that I still am thinking about it days later. I kept waking up and turning over, thinking it would be done, but then would fall right back into it. The gist of it was this: myself and a group of 40 or so friends—consisting of high school, college, and work—were kidnapped by an unknown Middle Eastern extremist group and imprisoned in this sci-fi inspired underground dirt world. I was the leader, and as such, I was in charge of negotiations for our release. Our captors offered to release us if we produced an iPhone app they required within three weeks. I asked if we could be released early if we did it in two. They hesitated, but then realized the importance of giving us something to work harder towards. I then understood my blunder in that at the conclusion of the project, we would be killed. I made our demands of what we would need for computer hardware before the two week time limit began, and I added in a few things that would take a while to get. For the next two days, I planned out who would be on what team to accomplish our project as I explored the underground community in an attempt to find an escape route. I had planning meetings for the app and I had secret meetings for the escape. I spent hours crawling through holes and climbing dirt walls looking for a weak spot.

I finally decided to get out of bed before finding out our fate.

Last night’s dream was a never-ending round of golf. It was getting dark, I was getting pissed off. I yelled at someone and the next thing I knew, I was yelling, “Roaaaar!” out loud in the real world and woke myself up.

I have yet to get to the point where I talk in my sleep like Sleep Talkin’ Man.

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6 responses to this post.

  1. Wait … how do you know you aren’t talking in your sleep?

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    • I guess I don’t. That would require someone else being in the room when I sleep. Maybe my pets know all my secrets!

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      • Damn I thought you had an announcement to make! “Hot plumber says I sleep like a rock”

      • Sorry, no such luck. Of course, this conversation will again elicit a, “EWWWWWWW” from Brother Sparkles because of the suggestion that I [have | have no] sex life.

  2. Posted by markdykeman on September 8, 2010 at 2:16 pm

    At least you aren’t biting people in your sleep…

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  3. Sleep talkin’ man is friggin hilarious. It’d be even craizer if you became “sleep talkin computer programmer.” If you ever find out that you do talk in your sleep, and if your musings are as crazy as I’m guessing they’d be, then I wanna hear about it.

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