Last night I had a stream of unentertaining dreams once again. I think this illness is throwing off my dream mojo. So rather than bore you all with the unexciting details of last nights dreams, I am going to share with you a dream that actually happened while I was in Hawaii over 5 years ago.
But a little background first. I went to school at BYU-Hawaii in Laie up on the North Shore. If any of you have had the great fortune to visit this beautiful place, you will then know, and sympathize, that there are very few establishments in or around Laie for eating (this was before they put the Taco Bell in the Foodland shopping center). There was a Subway, L&L’s and a McDonalds, and you got sick of all of those real fast. So, my friend Brandon and I would often get a craving for Taco Bell and the nearest one was about 40 minutes away in Kaneohe. So we hop into “Chief the Chicken Killer” (his Jeep Cherokee that had a hankering for squashing chickens on Kamehameha Highway) and drove the beautiful drive to Taco Bell. Well, since it was late at night, we couldn’t eat inside, and Brandon was hungry enough that he didn’t want to wait till we got back to Laie, and eating Taco Bell while driving on a winding road with ocean on one side and mountain on the other wasn’t the safest of past-times, we would usually go find a place to park the car and devour our late night snacks.Well, we parked in front of the Blockbuster and there was a poster hanging in the window for the movie “Gothika” starring Halle Berry. I never saw the movie, but she looked real creepy on the poster.
Fast forward to that night, back in my cozy twin bed in Hale 2, I had the following dream: I was in a highrise apartment building, probably in New York. Seeing as how it was my dream, I was naturally the owner of the Penthouse suite. Gothika Halle was there as well and we went up to the roof for what I imagined would be a romantic dinner. On the roof however were all of my dogs. There were seriously about 70 dogs on the rooftop, and I owned all of them. Well, after playing with my dogs for a minute, Halle appears on the roof, followed by an angry black panther. I freak out a little bit thinking it’s going to try to attack me, but instead it goes after all of my dogs. With nowhere to run, every single one of my dogs jumped off of the high rise building. The camera view in my dream switches so that it is following the dogs in theie descent. I remember seeing a basset hound falling with it’s ears flapping in the wind. Then, the camera shot changes just in time for me to see all of the dogs hit the pavement and explode as if a watermelon had been thrown off the roof. All of the dogs died, except for a chihuahua who walked away unscathed.
Needless to say, I still have had no desire to see that movie. And I have since found out that Taco Bell right before bed does some strange things to the psyche. I’m surprised the chihuahua didn’t look right at me and say, “Yo quiero Taco Bell!”
Wow. Sounds like you can never really be sure about what is going to trigger one of these.