Last Night’s Dream

I really hate talking about dreams. I know how it can get super annoying, but this one was all out crazy.

I had the craziest dream about being on the wing of a plane as it was taking off. I went up in the air as it was taking off; somehow, within a few minutes, I found myself in the plane playing euchre with a bunch of old ladies. They kept trying to feed me stale PB&J sandwiches and raisins. I politely refused. I think they got offended or something cause all the sudden they started exhaling all these bizarre colored gases at me – it was like they had color fog machines in their mouths.

The colored gas quickly filled up the cabin, so I hit the ground and gasped for some fresh air. The carpet was thick moss green shag, and I thought it would make more oxygen if I rubbed my face in it. That’s all I remember.

Dreams are weird, and so is the fact that I saw a dog that looked like John Candy on my run this evening. Yes I have seen Spaceballs; but truly, I saw a dog that looked like him.

(recreation)