I like feeling silly! =)

I’ve been sleeping very oddly lately. Last night I dreampt for the first time in quite a while. A really long time, actually. I pushed myself to dream.

It starts out with me & my dad walking up a hill in the night. Apparently, were in a band. We decide to start a public diary about it @ a place similar to the YMCA. We got a compliment on our union. A drunk grrl emailed me & accused me of being a punk. Then she said my diary sucked. We became friends. We role-played with Precious Moments figurines. Ended up in a pool in the basement of this ‘diary outlet/YMCA’ place. Kept role-playing. I pretended to be evil & the grrl got upset. Very upset. She broke a Precious Moments plate & tried to attack me. I ran.. Fast! Ended up outside where I scrambled to find a weapon on the ground. ‘Remembered’ that the place was protected 24/7, but ‘forgot’. Heart started beating fast as I waited for her to come running out of the building when I heard a voice behind me. Ended up being cops.. Lots of cops. I almost beat the chief with the stick I found. Just about passed out @ seeing them. Fell onto my back in anxiety. Cop laughed & said to me,
“It’s ok, doll”.
Under my breath I blurted out,
“The basement.. She’s… The basement!”.
Chief told his officer’s which echoed his statement over their radios & ran into the building. Tons were still outside.. More than had been there in the first place. Chief tried to pour Sprite on me (yes, sprite! what the hell?). I screamed @ him,
“Don’t pour that crap on me!” as I sat up.
Other officers hovered over me as I told the chief -SOMETHING- which prompted him to tell his officer’s to salute me. It was mainly a joke. They weren’t comfortable doing it & I was embarassed. Woke up.

That’s the short version of it. It freaked me out @ the time! This is why I stopped dreaming in the first place =P I like it now, though.