Dreams are Strange

Last night I had some very trippy dreams. Usually my dreams are pretty strange and surreal, (perhaps it’s the writer in me? I don’t know), but last night’s in particular… Well.

The first dream I had the lovely Lissa, my boss, and I were touring Japan. We got trapped on this old wooden bridge during a tsunami, and then the yakuza attacked us. It was very vivid, and a tad frightening (as in, the dream itself bridged on nightmare).

THEN, the next dream, I lived in this underground post-apocalyptic community, where everything was steel bunkers and old sewer lines and raggedy clothes. In this one, there were these wooden jig-saw puzzle/models (the kind you get at hobby stores and put together) of dragons, that were coming to life and breathing fire on people.

FINALLY, to wrap up the night,  I was Steve Rogers (yes, as in Captain America–although he/I was more like a darker version of Commander Rogers from the Ultimates…) from some distant point in the future. At one point he/I had said I was over 700 years old. I had come from the future back to our (? time travel is confusing…) time, to stop Max from The Losers from taking over the world a la Hitler-style with a radical group of neo-Nazis he gotten together. There were lots of laser guns and cyborgs, and Tron-like outfits.


Anyway, I don’t think I am even going to attempt to analyse what these dreams may have meant. If you’d like a shot at it, knock yourself out. I’m just going to sit here and sip my coffee, and give my obviously over-heated brain a break.

Oh, and in other, more exciting news, my psuedo-brother (we’re like soul-siblings! The brother I never had, if it wasn’t for the fact I have a biological brother already…) finally got an XBox 360 so we can finally play online together! Yay!

Catch you later!



Author: Eris O'Reilly

I'm a writer, artist, knitter, crocheter, cat wrangler, zombie hunter, and law enthusiast. Also, I am a complete and utter fangirl. I like silliness.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s