I really don't remember much else from that dream but highly saturated colors and some smells and heat that I can't describe so it doesn't even make sense to try and explain the rest.

Weird-- a good friend recently dreamed that she had bought euros with dollars years ago, and had made a huge profit.

Money dreams generally suck and don't foretell any actual cash future. Bug dreams are much better at that (except when you are said bug).

and by that I mean, dream of a lot of small bugs like roaches or ants or eeeew earwigs and you will suddenly get cash from unexpected places - old wives tale that seems to be true.

It is weird though, as your friends dream seems to be like mine in a way - was it recent? I'm so not used to dreaming that I'm reading everything and the world into my dream right now.

I had a dream that I took a huge bite out of a fist-sized block of tofu, like it was an apple. I then promptly woke up and realized that I haven't barely eaten anything since I started antibiotics a few days ago. So I proteined up and now I feel much better.

I've been having some jacked up dreams lately, which has been pissing me off because they tend to be highly disturbing and bother me for the next several days. Gah. I hate dreaming.

In the last few days, I have dreamed:

- that I was a Renaissance queen all decked out on cloth of gold, and that I uttered an edict that my name would no longer appear emblazoned on the umbrellas of the land.
- that my lawyer told me I was too fat. Like, too fat to win a case.
- that I was overcharged for a colorful pair of boxer shorts. Over $43 for boxers on sale? Ridiculous!
- that when I wore said boxer shorts (and other attire) to a casual party, the toddler child of a new friend instantly bonded with me and clutched ahold of my calf muscle to ride around all evening on my shoe.

Yeah. I don't know.

I bow to the Renaissance queen and humbly offer umbrellas.

I've been dreaming since moving into my new apartment this weekend. First, I dreamed my girlfriend cheated on me. Then I dreamed I had an invisible motorcycle.

In my dreams this week, I've been teaching a St Bernards puppy how to drink water and describing LeVar Burton to the g/f at Meadowhall train station.

There was a bunch of other stuff too, but I can't remember them.

This dream i had the other night that involved me escaping a Christian cheer camp i was being held hostage in in a school classroom culminated in me returning to my house which was now in some Dustbowl scenario, with the doors banging on the hinges and my old cat clinging to the door knob. As the sound of circle saws fired up, my cat was being chased by some metachatter's big fluffy black dog as i looked through a gaping hole in the wall to see Michael Stipe calling out to see if anyone had seen John Ralston, holding a flyer that said "Have you seen John?" with a picture of him from his comic. He had to leave to continue the search and i woke to yelling that we were trapped without a car--

--my dreams are sometimes so exhausting, i wake up to rest.