Last night I had a couple of weird dreams, which I did not write down in my dream journal because I abandoned that idea approximately one week into it, so I will relate them to you here. The first one involved me, my husband, and my best friend, JN. We went to see a movie, possibly on its opening night because the theater was packed and we couldn't find three seats together, forcing us to sit separately. Shortly after the movie began, my husband called someone on his cell phone and started to have a full on conversation with this person. Obviously, everyone around my husband was yelling for him to shut up, which he refused to do, and finally, ushers and security guards were sent in to remove him from the theater. I pretended to not know him and stayed for the duration of the film.
My second dream was by far the most unusual of the night. My friend, JJ, whom I have known since elementary school and who is a knitter by trade, had decided in this dream to become a dentist, or maybe a dental hygenist. While making this life-changing declaration, we met George Clooney, who was in the midst of tattooing himself by slamming a big, jagged rock into his skin over and over again. I believe he was tattooing a large, demented, cartoon rabbit on his chest. George and I hit it off and began dating, even though he had this incredibly gross rash, all pimply-like, across his neck, and we decided to help out JJ on her path to dental school by pulling out all his teeth so she could study them. After removing them, they were scattered all over the floor, so I carefully picked up each tooth and put it in a Ziploc bag to give to JJ.
My third dream was very short and unsubstantial and I basically only recall walking around a college campus at nighttime, trying to find my way somewhere, though I wouldn't be able to tell you where, now.
What could it all mean?!
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