Typically, when I dream I think I unconsciously associate a feeling with what's going on in the dream. So, for example, one dream I had the other day left me with a feeling from my past. When I was little and my mom would take me to Toys R' Us for a surprise, or as a reward, I would often get a video game. At the time, the games weren't kept in this area..instead you had to take a ticket for the game, "purchase" that, then go pick up the game at the games section at the front of the store, which almost resembled the protective casing housing the register area at some modern convenience stores. I love that feeling..I was so goddamn innocent, without a care in the world.

These feelings always pervade my dreams..they're how I remember them really. I had one the other night that involved what I can only describe as a mall turned summer camp/private school. There are few images I remember from the dream, but what I remember most is the feeling it gave me..it reminded me of how I felt some of the first times I went to Brenda's to get my hair cut. It had nothing to do with haircuts, Brenda, or the area around that salon..it just left me with how I felt when I was experiencing all of those things for the first time.

But as of late, my dreams have been particularly strange. I'll leave you with the weirdest example:

I was at some sort of mansion..I think it may have been floating in the sky, or positioned beside a body of water. I remember walking into one of the bedrooms, and in it, an older man and a younger man were having sex, with the younger man "squatting" on the older man I guess you could say, facing away from him. Around the time I entered the room, I think they freaked out, and for whatever reason, the old man's penis exploded during penetration. I had been playing Conker's Bad Fur Day earlier in real life, and I think some of the effects that game overused were utilized in my dream. The explosion resulted in grossly exaggerated amount of semen showering the entire room and the "screen." After that, there was a panic, because apparently the penis hadn't exploded, but split into three separate pieces. One was in the room, one was inside the younger man, which he had to retrieve through defecation, and the other...well, I think I woke up pretty soon after that, hoping to Buddha Stalin that the next dream I had would leave a better taste in my mouth.

I think that ranks as one of the most fucked up dreams I've ever had.

Now that you all are thoroughly disgusted..Kinky for Governor, 2006! Umm..