I’ve been a having a series of morbid dreams lately. I blame late night television. Marathons of Dexter, The Following, and The Walking Dead are starting to take their toll.
Seriously! Dreams about tracking serial killers, zombie attacks, and injecting tranquilizers in my enemies are happening on a regular basis at bedtime. And what’s worse is that these crime thriller/apocalyptic shows are blending themselves with my everyday life. Including wedding planning.
Here’s one of my latest
My brother, Justin, and I are on a road trip to go kill a guy.
Cause that’s what older siblings are good for.
But the guy we’re coming after is a total scuzzball, so he deserves what’s coming to him. Problem is…we have to find him first. So we make a pit stop at this party to talk to another guy who can tell us where the first guy – the guy we want to kill (still with me?) – is.
Now, the party we go to ends up being someone’s wedding ceremony. So as we’re sneaking in, I stop us and pull up a chair to watch the wedding and start taking notes about what I like and don’t like about their ceremony.
I did not like the fact that they handed out skittles to everyone. Half of the guests dropped theirs on the ground, which is a safety hazard, and the other half had sticky palms. Ew.
We end up finding the guy we needed to talk to, and we bully him a little to get information. Then we head back to the car to take off again.
Are you ready for this?
My brother has dropped skittles all over the inside of the car and I’m furious at him for making a sticky mess on the car seats.
That’s when I woke up.
Here’s how the conversation with my fiance, Joe, went that morning:
Me: “Strange dream.”
Joe: “What’d you dream about?”
Me: “I planned to kill a guy. But I got distracted by candy.”
Joe: “Sounds about right.”
Had any weird dreams lately?