I had two vivid dreams last night, and I decided that I should probably write them down before I forget. The first involved my apartment only it wasn't really my apartment. You know how sometimes you have dreams about things, and you intuitively know that you are in a certain place or with a certain person even though the real version of said person or place is much different? I used to have dreams involving my parents that were like that. Anyway, I was in my apartment, but it was more like a small log cabin. Apparently, I had forgotten to lock the door (it was a really beat up wooden-framed screen door), and some strange man walked straight in and said he was going to rob us (me and my roommate). He proceeded to reassure us, however, that he only wanted certain things and that we should bring them to him. I started to do this when I saw that there were other people coming to the door. I ran over to lock it and then attempted to brace against it so that they wouldn't get in. They were taunting me in a very calm way about the fact that they wanted to murder us. I feel like they looked sort of like pirates. I can't really remember what happened after that. Figures. Is it weird to say that I didn't really feel like it was a nightmare even though it involved people coming to kill me?
The second part of the dream was just odd. From what I remember I was going on a class field trip with Brobeck as the supervisor. My dreams must hate me. I even dreamed of the tedious bus ride. We ended up at this field (don't know where), and we were supposed to run around it (don't know why). A large number of people complained about it though, so Brobeck finally gave up. I decided to run anyway (what is wrong with me?), and I think that other things might have happened/I talked to people but it gets sort of fuzzy there. I do remember, however, that afterward we had someone speak to us about the field. There were a whole bunch of crazy ghost stories behind it even though it just looked like an ordinary field. The really hilarious thing was that the spokesperson was Zachary Quinto. I am pretty sure that this is a sign that I have been watching too much Heroes recently.
I've had stranger dreams like one I had a couple years ago involving sprinklers, an all-night pink and yellow ice cream parlor, and me in a frilly french maid uniform, but I thought that these were worth writing down. Mostly because I dreamed that Zachary Quinto was telling me ghost stories. Ehehe.