For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic.

OKay so I had my music on overnight and I blame Cirque du Soleil's Pursuit for my scary dream at 5.42 am. I dreamt that I woke up and there were these two large plasma balls on my wall but instead of pulsing with that purple light when you touch the sides of the glass these were pulsing with a white light while the rest of the world went dark. Literally and there is this song playing in the background where the voices of two men Wilbur and Smith are singing this omnious song about how the launch of the internet disrupted the electric waves of the world and the only way to fix the world is for everyone to get up and type in specific instructions on your blue screened computer. That was the scariest part since I was too scared to get out of bed and by the time I did I had missed some of the called instructions especially since it was so dark that I could barely see the keys the voices were telling me to type. I woke up when the song changed thank goodness but it was very disconcerting to have a dream in which you dreamed up wake up and have to do stuff and then actually wake up in your bed wondering what the hell was going on. Next time I'm going to put on some mindless pop music so as to avoid strange dreams at all hours of the morning.

Lord and get this, that one was the 2nd dream as my first one dealt with me being back home in a house we abandoned at least 5 years ago because of reasons that are no longer important. But we abandoned that place and sometimes I still dream of it as home even though I'm perfectly comfortable where we are now as well as with my new apartment.....sometimes I wonder what the hell in going on with my subconscious mind. Anyway I was there and I was waiting for my mum to come and carry me out. I had breakfast and then we drove to a location which turned out to be a downstairs arena and get this, where a chubby gay beauty contest was going on.....ok so by now I  still had no idea this was a dream but I was wondering why my mother and I were both there. She stated that she didn't want to drive back to that house alone so she would sit with me and watch the show and then we'd leave. So ok picture this...a stream of chubby gay guys parading across a stage in little or no clothes at all, thankfully the crowd mostly prevented me from actually seeing anything and we left right after they crowned a winner. But the face that I remember is the one they disqualified for groping the other contestants. Strangely enough I don't remember where mummy got to but as I was leaving I saw this girl I hadn't seen in months and as we spoke the dream began changing and sure enough I woke up in my bed in my apartment with the pulsing  lights. 

Never again Cirque du Soleil....never again. It could had also been the fried egg I had for dinner but the song that was playing was the worst part since the lights pulsed in time with it. Goddamed scary dream!