One of the most amazing dreams I've ever had.

I had one of my more uninteresting dreams at first. There was a huge water park slide in the middle of a low income apartment complex. Children and adults were sliding around and having a good time. I walked from my parents house to a neighborhood a few miles away where I was chased around by a man in a weird looking fire truck. I remember that on the way a lady on a bike said "keep going, you're doing a good job Or". "Or" is one of my nicknames from my dad. I was also on a red tower later and I was overlooking the water park/ low-income apartment complex. This is all I remember from the first part.

My sister Lorel came up to me and told me it was a dream and it took me a while to come to the realization. I asked her "Do you remember going to the water-slide park", and she said, I must have dreamed it and that she didn't remember it.

I was distraught because it all seemed so real to me, and so I told my friends Robbie Coltrane [or Hagrid, but he was dressed up fancy and had normal hair,] and Mike Ehrmantraut from breaking bad about the dream. They were fascinated.

Later that night I went to one of their live showing, and they asked me to participate. As the show went on Mike and I began to make beautiful models of everything, while Robbie narrated. His narration was funny and old fashioned, and we were surrounded by people dressed in victorian era clothes. Wigs and masks. The narration and the things we were making began to sound familiar to me. We were recreating my dreams.

I remember one of the last things we made was the red tower. It was really beautiful, and it showed a miniature of me overlooking the water park, which now looked like a series of colorful rivers. I remember saying "Oh my goodness, it's me". and we all sunk into the ground to a workshop where we were preparing for the next day. Mike came up to me, and told me how beautiful it all was, and then he cried into my shoulder. Then I woke up.

Three pretty interesting dreams last night.

I've been a little sick for the past couple weeks, but last night was the first time I had distinct "sick dreams" and could remember them:

Dream 1: I'm a driving around town delivering food, and I go to this one guy's house and he's smoking a cigarette, wearing a leather jacket, and has a slick haircut; he looks like a "cool guy"; never seen him before in my entire life. He's like "Here's the money and take ten dollars for yourself," which sounded nice, but he didn't give me nearly enough money to pay for his tab. I called him out on it, and he got angry, but his buddy inside his house said it was okay, and they'd get the money, we just needed to go somewhere else to get it. So, they hop in my car.

Meanwhile, in my mind I'm stressing because I know that I have other deliveries to make. In fact, Sarah from work calls me and says she'll meet me at the next delivery stop. I don't know why. It's not normal for her to do that, and it stresses me out.

We end up at my middle school. Supposedly, the gravel running track doubles as a horse racing track. The cool guy put all his money on one of the horses and loses everything. I'm SO frustrated, and annoyed that I have to give them a ride back to their house, that I say "Forget it," and I grab a mop handle and bash their heads in.

Dream 2: I'm at a gathering of special minds that have psychic powers. It seems to be taking place in a mansion similar to the one in the first mission impossible movie. We are trained to fight with our minds, and as we leave I see Ben M. from church, in the parking lot. He's with a group of friends who also attended the meeting, and he tells me that Andre Pulley is at the hospital, being held captive by a group of evil psychic fighters.

I steal the first Mack Truck I can find and make my way to a drop off location, to avoid suspicion, and my stolen truck is being unloaded by none other than the british actor, Simon Pegg. I confide in him, and he comes along with me so we can save Andre.

I'm having sort of a difficult time driving the truck, I'm spinning it around in circles, and kind of leap the truck, from truck stop to the highway. This maneuver annihilates the trailer of another truck and Simon Pegg pulls out an Uzi, and shoots the driver of the other truck multiple times. It seemed like the best solution at the time. It was either that or we had to stop, call the police, and exchange insurance information. We didn't have time for that!

Finally, we arrive at the hospital. It's very dark inside, like they just have emergency lights on. Over the course of some time, we finally find the room where Andre is being held captive. There's a five year old girl, a man with a fancy mustache, and a particularly beautiful girl to my right in the room. I can tell right away that they have evil psychic powers, and planned on attacking us.

Ben M. finally arrived and was instantly mesmerized by particularly beautiful girl to my right. She caresses, embraces, and swirls around him. We are all mesmerized as silver smoke peels away from them in gaseous sheets. Then she softly puts Ben in a sleeper hold, and ever so gently removes his head from his body. We are all shocked by this, there wasn't any blood. It was as if she'd pulled the head off a man that was made out of marshmallow. I was so thought provoked by this that I woke up.

Dream 3: Short and sweet, featured me sitting in a chair with a spotlight upon me, and another shone upon a part man, part rhino, and part zebra. Think of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, with the head of a rhino, and the colors of a zebra. He just explained to me what he was, and the dream was over.

Anyways, last night was pretty entertaining for me at least and I thought I'd write it down somehow, so I could remember. I don't think there is any deep meaning in them.

A drug related post

So, I was looking at a slideshow the other day that highlighted famous authors with their equally famous vices. It turns out that all the good writers are mostly a bunch of alcoholics, and drug addicts. I'm not surprised. Drugs of any sort can have a dramatic effect on your brain, and therefore your ability to write.

Since I watched the slideshow, it's kind of been on my mind. I've had somewhat of a writing drought lately, and I performed an experiment of sorts and came to the conclusion that the drought is because of the prescription medication that I have to take.

Enalapril: it's an ACE inhibitor that works by decreasing the production of the chemical in your body that restricts the blood vessels so that your blood flows more freely and efficiently throughout your body. It distributes your blood evenly, but it makes it nearly impossible to channel your blood flow, like your body naturally does for you. For instance when and non-inhibited person runs, his/her blood is channeled to his/her legs and lungs. When he/she thinks, more blood is channeled to his/her brain. This drug, that I have to take for my hypertension, makes me average. When I'm on it, [which I have been for the last several months], I'm incapable of being very creative because the blood that I channel to my brain does not stay in my brain, like it normally would. Okay, I'm moving on, whether that makes sense or not.

Two nights ago, I did not take my medicine, as part of my experiment. That very night, my brain was flooded with blood and therefore dreams. It was very exciting for me, because I hadn't had a dream in months, and I was having tons of inspiring dreams. I can't describe to you how wonderful my brain can be when it's off drugs. Most people have to take drugs to get the same result!

I woke up exhausted, however. I was tired all day because my veins were expanding wherever my body needed them. My brain was working extremely well yesterday too, but my body was too tired to make any use of it. The natural strain my heart puts on my body is exhausting at first, to say the least. I use to clock in at 170/100 with my heart beating over 100 BPMs. Doctors and nurses would ask, "why aren't you in the ER or dead"? I'm not dead because my heart is beating.

I usually feel healthy too when my heart is racing like it usually is when off medication. More than healthy! My body just wasn't ready for it yesterday, so I decided I would take my medicine last night. I did, and I'm feeling kinda humdrum and dumb today. I'm writing leftovers of my thoughts from yesterday when my brain was really invigorated.

As the day goes by I'm losing more and more of what I had yesterday, and it's depressing because I can either be unhealthy and creative or healthy and average. I really hate being unhealthy, but I also hate being average. If my brain was working right, I'd probably say something about it being a Catch 22 or something, but at the moment, I'm not sure if that's right.