Dreams

Lately I haven't been sleeping well...and when I do, I get a series of weird dreams.

The other night, it was a lovey dovey romantic dream. I was back at Wieden + Kennedy and my sister was there. There was this mystery man holding my hand, fingers intertwined (loves it!) and the next thing I know, I'm hanging off the side of this balcony trying to prove something but I don't know what and the said mystery man comes to my rescue and holds me...or rather carries me because I'm apparently only dangling 2 ft off the ground. I swear it was much danglier and scarier before he got to me. Cut to us walking down the dirty streets of Hong Kong-ish. It's almost like home but different, it's night time and the sidewalks are wet. Street cleaners. Then from behind us we hear the whirring of a bike's gear as it gets closer and closer. I turn around to look and the cyclist has his arm extended with a knife/dagger towards my face and cuts into my cheek leaving a long dent. It's like time slows down when I expect blood to be pouring down my face. There's nothing there, just a hint of pink, then a thin line of red, then a droplet of blood forms...filling and getting heavier and rounder and eventually dripping down the side of my face.

I wake up.

HOOOOBOY. Still alive. Still pretty.

I fall back asleep.

This time I'm a secret agent on a secret mission. I launch out of an airplane and land in the greenish waters of some tropical island. I'm supposed to signal for whoever to pick me up. I see a random postcard that's laminated on the pier and there's this horrific tapeworm-like alien mugshot on the back. Yikes. Gross. Then some guy who reminds me of the Priceline Negotiator shows up in a wooden jetski and somehow it's not rotting and it's waterproof! I get into it and it's like trying to stuff yourself in a high chair for babies or one of those swings at the park for babies. My way cool wooden jetski takes me to this building which looks like a resort. Once inside, there are a bunch of stairwells and my jetski navigates these stairs, like a cart on a roller coaster. I go up and up and up. Water flows down the stairs but I still move forward. Suddenly it stops. I see a blur of a man and he tells me to follow him, to catch him. I'm running as fast as I can up these freaking stairs. At the top there are 3 doors and I open one. Now there are 3 more doors and more staircases. I catch a glimpse of the running man I just keep running and opening doors and running and opening doors, it's like a house of mirrors but with lots of doors and stairs. Each floor is a different color, and I remember that they were all pastel. I keep running, I'm freaking out. How am I supposed to get back out? How am I supposed to remember the way I came in? But I can't stop running because there is maniacal laughter around every corner and I just keep chasing it.

And I'm up.

I've got one more dream from last night, but let's take a breather.