Yeah....

Well, there's nothing new in the blogosphere, so you'll have to listen to my crazy dreams instead.

I know people say that your dreams get more crazy and vibrant when you're pregnant. Well, my dreams are always pretty crazy--just ask Jeremy. He gets to hear about them first hand.

My favorite dreams are when I realize I'm dreaming in the dream itself, and can then control what's going on (to a certain degree... It always takes a while to figure out how to wake oneself up from a dream that goes south... Usually, ya just stand there, telling everyone, "Okay, I'm going to wake up now. I'm waking up..." and then just wait for it to happen... Of course, when you're in a dream that's less than pleasant, that can take a while, or so it seems...) I'll ususally take those opportunities to fly around, or "join the X-Men", though I never have a super-power. I'll usually start out with one, but forget how to use it by the time I need it. Oh well. They're always really nice to me anyways. :)

Last night was just a strange mish-mash of dreams. I think it started out with my family at our old house in RI (dream about that place a lot... it's so thoroughly embedded in my subconscious that whenever I dream about anything family related, it's usually at that house.) My grandfather on my Mom's side decided to come live with "us" (I guess I was living with them at the time... Jeremy was no where to be found, though Jeremiah makes a guest appearance,) and so there was much hullabalou about getting everything ready for that.

I guess I was back to work at Sony, too. Or at least, I was in the video game industry in some way. And for some reason, I was "wanted for questioning". Not by the police... that would make sense! Some third party organization was convinced the video game industry had secrets that were pretty serious... Serious enough that they would capture you and "torture" you to get them out. I guess it was harboring terrorists or something, I dunno... But they were determined to find out what these secrets were, and so you'd better be helpful.... or else.

This is the point where the dream switched main characters. No longer is it necessarily about you, but you shadow the person it is about, and are kinda that person, but you're not that person. Know what I'm talking about?

Yeah, so we switch to this gal who's going to take my place getting captured. :) She's on here way to the airport, and gets grabbed by this really big guy (Big Show size, but not the Big Show.) They proceed to interrogate her about her involvement in "certain things" while at Sony and other companies. She doesn't give anything up. It's mostly some woman doing the talking, and she's got a few guys with her, too (including the Big Show sized guy.)

Eventually, they give up and let her go. She returns to the airport where all her stuff is, and decides she wants to tell someone whatever info it is that these folks were after, but doesn't want to do it over email, because someone could trace it back to her. But she can't do it in person, because that's too dangerous. Doesn't really matter because, of course, she's being watched by these people, and gets captured again. This time, they take her to a cave (which happens to be located right outside of a mall...) and threatens to take her someplace cold and snowy where there's no natural light, and keep her there for weeks until she talks (they must have been playing on my psyche at this point, because I would hate to be in a snowy, cold, dark place for weeks on end... Especially since it's getting so nice out now!) Well, this chick is tough and basically says, "bring it on!"

So they do. The Big Show-sized guy grabs her by the arm, and brings her outside, heading for a transport. "This is my only chance," she thinks, and does some kinda kick/punch action on the B.S.S. guy, but he's freakin' huge, so this does nothing. All it really does is draw the attention of everyone else, and they come running out with their guns... Great. Well, the B.S.S. guy has a couple of guns, too. Somehow, she manages to aim his arm and fire his gun, and takes out all the baddies comin' at her. Eventually, all who's left is the B.S.S. guy. He still has his hand on her. But she grabs his gun, and tries shooting at him. She doesn't kill him, but he does let her go, and she tumbles into the mall. He then goes to a lever marked "4 ton", pulls it, and then walks over to a certain spot (this is inside the mall....) We then see a few hatch doors in the ceiling open up, and piles of snow fall down--one really large pile lands right on the B.S.S. guy (I'm guessing it was 4 tons?) and he dies.

Gee, I hope that top secret info was worth all that!

Then a bunch of stuff happens that I don't remember, and the next time I show up, Jeremiah and I are driving to NYC for some reason. We get there, get our hotel room (again, it's just us, no Jeremy,) and settle down for bed.

And that's about it. Oh no, wait. There was also a musical in it! Yeah, I guess someone made the story of my capture or whatever it was, into a musical. And it was performed on stage at Mclean! Wow! All in one night... pretty crazy.

And that is it. Well, the best I can tell it anyways. It's also so much more interesting in your head, that's for sure. :)