In Your Dreams

I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do they are vague and random, and most of the time I know I'm dreaming WHILE I'm dreaming. It's like I'm watching some boring artsy short film.
It seems like I'm more likely to remember them when I wake up then fall back asleep.
In my most recent remembered dream, I have left the house and realize as I make my way down the sidewalk that I've forgotten to put on my bra. That would NEVER happen. As I'm jiggling along, destination who knows, I realize I have missed several of my classes and wonder how I'm going to make up all of the work. I'm not in school. Then suddenly I'm at the top of this brick tower (it's actually more like a chimney), and it tips over and crashes to the ground. Jamie Fox was in there with me, and we are holding each other in the rubble, rocking back and forth and sobbing. My boss (a veterinarian) examines us for injuries. The End.
Come to think of it, most of the dreams I remember have someone famous in them, but not in any kind of cool or exciting way.
There was what I refer to as my "Patrick Swayze Period" in highschool (rest in peace). I mean, yeah he's a talented guy and attractive, but I it's not like I was a huge fan or anything. But I kept having these dreams where we were like best buds, we'd joke around and I'd ask him questions about life and for advice. There are two I remember specifically. In one he is on the deck of a yacht painting on an easel, I sneak up behind him and sprinkle some shredded cheese on his shoulder. "Hey" I say. "Has anyone ever told you that you have cheddar cheese on your shoulder?" HOHOHAHA. And then there's one when he's standing in front of me, and I turn so my side is pressed up against the back of him, and then I start jumping up and down yelling " I'm a wedgie! I'm a wedgie!" What?! Like you don't have effed up dreams?! Oh yeah, you're SO normal. Whatever. Anyway, my friends gave me a tremendous amount of hell for those. Patrick was referred to as my "soul mate" and/or my "spiritual advisor".
Then there's my only remembered Eddie Vedder dream, who I DID love and adore, for the music and his raw passionate sexiness. Anyways, in this dream I am in a HUGE crowd of people, all cheering and screaming for Eddie. He is slowly walking through the mass of bodies, shaking hands and smiling. It seems like an eternity as he creeps closer and closer to me. My heart rate increases, the anticipation is killing me. He FINALLY reaches me. Then he smiles. Shakes my hand. And keeps walking.
This reminds me of a dream Ca-cas told me about. HA! She was lucky enough to have one about Paul Rudd. However, he was a lousy kisser, and he kept doing a horrible Jackie Chan impersonation. "I'm Jackie Chan!!" HAHAHA!
I do actually remember having a dream once where someone was chasing me trying to shoot me. I ran down a hallway that had a bunch of cement alcoves and I ducked into one of them. I made the mistake of peeking my head out to see if this person followed me, and they shot me in the head. I've heard that if you die in your dream, you die in real life. Craaazzzy. I didn't die all the way though, I woke up while the warm wet blood was still oozing down the side of my head. It was probably actually the warm wet drool oozing out of the side of my mouth.
Completely unrelated, I had walked a client to the front desk to check out the other day, and he said "Can I have some of this candy?" We have a basket of halloween candy on the counter. "Help yourself." I say. "The more you eat, the less left for us to eat." "What are you talkin' about?" He says. "You could stand to gain a few pounds. You could turn sideways and become a memory! You could dry off with a washcloth when you get out of the shower!" I laugh and tell him he sounds just like my husband, who tell me I have to "run around in the shower to get wet." When I'm telling this story to my sister later, she says "My favorite is the Dorito one." I had completely forgotten it, and it is probably the funniest!! Aaron likes to say I'm so skinny I could "hang glide with a Dorito". It makes me laugh because I picture myself sailing through the air, gripping the corners of the corn chip, cheese powder caked on my fingertips, my legs flowing behind me. Oh yeah,and I'm wearing aviator goggles and a leather cap. heeheehee