Hmm

Dreamt that my best friend died, which resulted in her brother being released from prison early (because apparently the Canadian justice system is just that accommodating in dreamland). At her funeral, all of the mourners suddenly became irate when it was revealed that I didn't believe a person could travel backwards through time, despite a project my friend had been working on to build some kind of time machine. They all surrounded me, angrily accusing me of being a bad friend until her brother came over and defended me.

I woke up feeling seriously relieved that it was only a dream & my friend is still alive, but somewhat sad that her brother is still in prison.

Later, after I fell asleep again, I had a dream that I had a giant boil on my forehead which was roughly the same size and shape as a service bell. Since I was out in public at the time, I went to lance it in the world's nicest port-o-potty (it had multiple stalls, a row of fancy sinks and even an attendant). Don't remember much else from the dream, other than that.

Lots of randomness.

I dreamt I was in the woods with a team of scientists, meandering about and doing science-y type things, when our adventure turned perilous. Several of the scientists went tumbling down the side of an embankment onto rail tracks and were promptly killed by an oncoming train. As the rest of us rushed down, I managed to get bitten by several venomous creatures, including a spider, a crab (apparently they're venomous in dreamland) and a few snakes.

At this point, the rail tracks somehow turned into an ocean. Upon entering this ocean, I was bitten by several more venomous animals. My response to this was to dye my hair black while still swimming around in the water. Unfortunately, I ran out of hair dye halfway through (my hair was ridiculously long in the dream), so I went running to a mini-mall that had popped up near the shore, as per typical dream physics. Once there, I tried to buy more hair dye from a hair salon which just so happened to be ran by my friend, but she refused to sell me any. Can't remember why. I declared our friendship null & void, knocked over a few displays, and left.

Outside, I came across my dad and brother. We went into another store to buy some chocolate, and began discussing all the recent events I had experienced. We came to the conclusion that these were signs of the end of the world so like good, upstanding citizens, we decided to loot the mini mall. Mostly we just stole cosmetics (gotta look your best when the world is ending, I suppose) but I managed to grab a few DVDs too.

After our rampage of theft, the dream went all M. Night Shyamalan, climaxing with a lame twist: My dad, brother and I were all actually dead (I figured this out because a bracelet I was wearing had changed colours or something; it made perfect sense in the dream). We were the scientists who had fallen down the embankment and been killed by the train. Thus ensued a very long, pointless denouement in which we sat around lamenting on our predicament, then forgot that we were dead and went shopping.

Weirdest sex dream ever

I had the weirdest sex dream last night.

I'm not quite sure of the build-up to the weirdness, except that we -- the soon-to-be sex participants -- were onboard a space shuttle. All I know is that the dream culminated with us coming to the conclusion that we needed to send a miniature rocket out into the universe, but we lacked sufficient fuel to do so. All was not lost, however; someone suggested we could generate enough energy to complete our mission by engaging in an Ouroboros of oral sex around the launch bay. This was met with much fanfare, and we eagerly formed a human sextipede of around 20 people (would have been more appropriate to have had six people involved, but my subconscious lacks that kind of cleverness). Licking and sucking ensued. Power was generated.

Tragically, I never got to find out whether or not our courageous daisy chain was successful in launching the rocket thanks to my alarm clock going off just as the dream climaxed (hardy harr).

Atheist glider drama

I dreamt last night that I was flying on a glider plane with Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens. We crash-landed in a farmer's field, where we fought off an angry mob of villagers with pitchforks and flaming torches.

Dream elements

I can't remember most of what happened in my dream last night -- I think it was one of those slumber-time acid trips where a bunch of random crap happens, with no "plot" to speak of -- but I do recall a few elements:

- Using a bowl of water to wash my hair, not realizing that someone had dissolved a towel in it (however the hell they managed that). The fibers from the towel reformed after drying, becoming so matted in with the rest of my hair that I had to cut most of it off.

- Having a heavily polluted river running right through my bedroom.

- It being a few days before some kind of birthday/Christmas combination, and me accidentally discovering the gifts people were planning on giving me because they had all decided it would be a good idea to hide them in my room. Their logic was apparently something along the lines of, "She'll never think to look there!"

- Something about my dad cheating on my step mom with my boss. :\