Dreams are supposed to be scary. They let you know just how fucked up your brain is and how much creativity is left untapped within the sinister inner-workings of your mind.
Recently, the dreams have been a little more than just plain old WEIRD. I think it's due to the lack of yoga and abundance of menstruation. Dreams of late include: killing dolphins in the Pacific, walking up an endless amount of stairs only to walk out at street level, fighting with my host brother Jan, having sex with a dirty pirate, AND riding a horse through the desert.
But my favorite one so far (and this is all in the last couple of weeks):
My dad and I are sitting on an island. A tiny island, big enough to have a house on it and some trees and that's it. Kinda like those man-made islands of Dubai. So, we're sitting there, watching ships go by. And the song "Sitting at the Dock of the Bay" starts playing, we both start singing along. So far, not so weird. Maybe I'm dreaming of a vacation I should be having very soon. Maybe I'm just relaxing in my dream, so that my daytime stress isn't so bad. No, no. While we're singing, some naked guy comes from a hot tub next to the house. And there's this moment where my Dad and I look at each other like - - I saw him first!
Yeah. In my dream. My Dad was gay.
The dream stopped there, fading into something much more manageable like talking to friends I haven't seen in years. Thank goodness.