My dreams=not boring

In general, I don't like anyone telling me about their dreams (not aspirations--they're fine... night dreams, I mean). Explaining them takes a long time, and they never make sense, and the standard comment afterwards is always, "That's weird" plus the obligatory, "You probably dreamt about the because x, y, z is happening in your life." If I listen to your dreamstory, I probably really like you. Yet, in the interest of vain double standards, I do like to relay the odd facts of my dreams, because--hey, aren't my dreams more interesting than yours?? And don't you think that this could really, I mean, REALLY mean something and maybe we should head down to Barnes and Noble to pick up a book about Jungian psychology, or browse through 1001 Dreams Interpreted? My dreams are just as boring as anyone's , but last night, I had nightmare dreams with happy endings. And as a blog is a voluntarily reading experience, feel free to turn away at any time--I won't know!!!

Dream 1. At an amusement park with my siblings and my brother's girlfriend (I have actually been to an amusement park with this group before, so...). They get on a really rickety roller coaster that's shaped like a big bus and tell me "You aren't going to believe this ride...it'll blow your mind" but don't tell me a thing about what happens on it. All I know is that I heard a lot of screaming from this direction earlier. And the screaming was not happy or EXCITED. I sit in the front row, alone, and I don't want to be there. My seat buckle doesn't work. I can't get buckled in properly, so just before the ride takes off, I pull my emergency brake (?) and get off the thing. (This dream could also be an allusion to Final Destination 3, I'm realizing--if you've not seen the movie, please stop reading this and watch it immediately). Then I watch them all head up the first hill, relieved not to be on it. What happens as the ride picks up speed? They crash! Bodies fly off, smoke everywhere, innocent bystanders weeping and running under the ride scaffolding to collect the remains of their loved ones. I'm horror-stricken, relieved, devastated all at once. I was spared, but my family...they're goners.

Then, not two seconds later, the roller coaster bus with all the original passengers on it comes zooming out of some underground track. It was all a show, the audience was on the rollercoaster--a rollercoaster of emotions, that is! And everyone on board is laughing and saying "Don't cry!!" to the bystanders. And my brother says, "See don't you wish you got on?! It's an optical illusion!" So I punch him.

Dream 2. This dream is boring. Someone tells me to clean up my garden or my landlord will get mad. I fret about it--I don't have time or money to get new flowers (this is the nightmare part!). The next morning I wake up and someone has cleaned up my garden for me and planted new flowers and painted a picture of a growing palm tree--graffitti-style on my house. I peek over the fence to see my garden benefactor--he is wearing cut-offs and has a back tattoo of a dancing crab. Huh?!? I thank him, but don't have the heart to tell him I hate the graffitti--too Florida Keys for my taste. He goes off on a jog.