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Matt: what was your dream about
Mike: heh
Mike: not rightly sure
Mike: like
Mike: I was out in the woods with a group of people, my mom was part of it
Mike: and we were going to this building
Mike: it apparently was a native american museum of some sort
Mike: we go into this place, and are looking at artifacts
Mike: and we go into this room, and there's this big horizontal wheel-lookin thing
Mike: kinda like the wheel of fortune, but without the colors and money
Matt: weird.
Mike: and the indian folks are doing something on the wheel
Mike: kind of a chant thing
Mike: my mom tells me and the other people in the group to sit and watch it, because it'll probably be educational/interesting/etc
Mike: she goes into another room
Mike: and the indians ask us to volunteer in the ritual they're doing
Mike: we're kinda like "nah, that's ok"
Matt: ok
Mike: then the indians get mad
Mike: about then my mom comes back in the room, and we go over to this cash register along the wall
Mike: and the teller proceeds to charge us $8800 for sitting there and watching the ritual
Mike: and I'm like "wtf $8800?!"
Mike: part of the fee was a $1200 babysitting fee
Mike: so we just up and left... indians were shouting at us and shit
Mike: then, in some seperate timeframe, I'm wandering through the woods
Mike: just kickin around
Mike: and I come across the building again when I'm climbing on some rocks
Mike: and the indians see me
Mike: and they start chasing me
Mike: and then I woke up.
Matt: haha, that is really messed up
Matt: dreams are goofy that way i guess
Matt: lol
Mike: yah seriously.

I've documented before that I very rarely remember detail from my dreams. I just woke up from a dream that had me laughing. I was back at my parents' house, which has a large field behind it that's owned by the township, and was recently converted into a park. Jurassic Park apparently. In my dream, there was a very large meat-eating type dinosaur, visually similar to the T-Rex from Jurassic Park, trooping around on the far side of the field. I remember being out in the back yard and not thinking much of it, so apparently the four foot high cyclone fence my parents have in the back yard is good at stopping a T-Rex. I remember some incident with it coming up towards the fence and getting all pissed off because it got caught in the power lines. I think that prompted me to go inside.

While inside, I walked into the bathroom to do my business apparently, and I notice that something is trying to wedge the window open. Whatever it is starts to succeed, and I see a head start to emerge. Yep, it's a Velociraptor. So rather than doing something intelligent like grabbing a knife or a very large blunt object, apparently my first thought was to punch the thing. So I start punching this Velociraptor, who has succeeded in getting stuck in the window, with only its head abd neck showing through . The thing I laugh at is look the thing gives me when I start punching it. It rocks it's head to the side and gives a look in a fashion that can only say "Are you daft?! As soon as I get out of this damned window, I'm going to splay your guts open for spite, because that's just the way I roll." I woke up after that. Apparently I didn't want to stay around to see my guts splayed.

I just woke up from a dream in which I started shaving my hair off on a whim. The funny part was that, in my dreams, my hair is apparently like strands of wire, because it took me like 30 minutes to make a dent in it, and the battery on the clippers I was using ran out before I could finish, so I had like, half a head of hair and random tufts sprouting out where I had already cropped it off. Since my battery was dead, I guess I decided to go out shopping or something while the battery recharged, but I didn't think to put on a hat or anything, so I had this weird haircut going on while walking down aisles of some store. Weird.

I make note of this for two reasons.... this is the first dream I've remembered in at least 6 months, and it was pretty humorous. I don't normally remember anything about my dreams, so actually remembering one is kinda strange for me.

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