I don't often remember my dreams... I have a feeling that's because I don't get enough sleep. But when I do remember them, it's often because they were pretty weird.
Last night I dreamed about the TV show Hannah Montana. I didn't even like that show. I thought it was perfectly tolerable in its earlier seasons, but the longer it went on, the more I disliked it. So I have absolutely no idea why I had a really long dream about it.
I don't remember much about the dream. I remember thinking that not a single bit of it made any sense. The only part that I can clearly recall was Hannah Montana's brother Jackson acting like some kind of dangerous pet- a scorpion or tarantula or something- in a big glass case. He was, like, hissing at someone. I think he was doing it to make a point.
Yeah, I have no idea.
But my sister called me and yanked me out of the dream. I'm kind of grateful to her for that, because that was a weeeiiiird dream.
My brain comes up with some pretty weird stuff sometimes. Maybe it's better that I don't remember my dreams very often...
But did I tell you about the one with Wolverine running around a city at night and turning into Jackie Chan while the government was sending people over a waterfall on rafts and I was floating around, sitting on a cymbal tied to a big balloon and trying to buy a sleeping bag and looking for an apartment for my refugee family?
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