R.E.M. Dreams: The Joy, Heartache and Pain.

What does Mystery Science Theater 3000, Dexter, Scream and High School Musical have in common?

And the answer is nothing. That's right, not until yesterday these were just that. But somehow, with stress and being really tired, I had a dream like I was on Acid.

So I blame you Ashley Tisdale. Yes, I excepted Dexter to wip the floor with Ghostface but no, you had to pop out and turn it into a freaking musical. I never had a musical dream EVER! And I don't care about your local status as a cheerleader and the jocks (who sing really bad), and you and your magical changing outfits.

                                                        

You left me upset all yesterday. I wanted to see how Dexter would dispose of Ghostface remains, but not in this dream. Maybe next week. And the wacky Mike Nelson got a bad wrap getting trapped into having to coach those singing teens. I'm sure Crow and Tom Servo would give Mike a good nagging about it. Who were smart enough to make a no show. This is the point where I woke up.

So a piece of my life was wasted. Flusterating dreams, what are their source? I really don't understand how this dream could honestly have any real meaning in my life. The sub-conscience is shaped by what we take in everyday. But I've barely (more like never) have anything to do with Ashley Tisdale and haven't been thinking about her? Anyway, the extra hour of sleep was great. I felt a lot better than usual. I was up earlier and felt really bad. I usually don't have nightmares,  but this was the closest thing to one. High School Musical is truly scary. Forget about madmen and serial killer chopping you up, Ashley Tisdale is a lot scarier.