You all know that I have something of a penchant for vivid and sometimes bizarre dreams. I have talked about that before. What I didn't realize until last night - well okay this morning - is that when you add some Benadryl to that mix, things get a little more than fucked up.
As you know I helped in the yard last night, and wound up with an ENORMOUS allergy attack. Two Benadryl and I was like a drunken midget in bed and hallucinating. Before too long I was sound asleep alone in my bed. Not a bad thing, sleeping alone in a bed that is normally filled with a snoring husband and a bed hog of a toddler, but unusual none the less.
Fast forward a few hours and I am having a very vivid sex dream about Mr. Spock. Then he and I are traveling the country side looking for Paula Deen's bed and Breakfast. (Which I have dreamt about before. The bed and breakfast not Mr. Spock.) After a nice little visit with the incredibly mean Ms. Deen (why is she always mean in my dreams, when she seems like the NICEST lady you'd ever meet) we are off to some sort of cage of doom death match where Mr. Spock is fighting Russell Crowe for my honor. WTF? Shouldn't I have been dying to get it on with Russell? Shouldn't I have been trying to stab Mr. Spock? Of course I should have been doing both of those things, but in the land of too much Benadryl you do the complete opposite and throw a phone a Mr. Crowe and then impale him with a unicorn.
I don't know why I dreamt about any of these celebrities. I haven't watched Star Trek in a coon's age, I don't watch the Food Network unless Guy Fieri is on, and I haven't seen a movie that doesn't have talking cartoons in it since sometime around 2003.
What does this insanity mean? Nothing. (Except maybe that lowering my CRAZY PILLS wasn't such a FANFREAKINGTASTIC idea after all.) It might mean that I need to lay off the Benadryl before bed, it most definitely means that I am calling my allergist in the morning to set up appointments for shots.
Seriously, I cannot take another night of sex dreams about Leonard Nimoy or any other Star Trek actor for that matter. I also can't handle having to live on Benadryl from February until November, so this way I can kill two birds with one stone, and get back to normal sex dreams about David Caruso.
5 comments:
(Arching eyebrow) Fascinating! But I don't understand about the whole Russell Crowe thing - one neck pinch and he was quivering on the ground like day old jello! ;-)
Ewww on the David Caruso dreams. I would feel so dirty.
Words fail me. Your dreams are so totally amazing.
I never dream storylines, just situations. I'll say to someone, "I had a dream I was waiting in the line at the post office" and they'll say, "Oh yeah, what happened?" and I'll be forced to admit, "Nothing. I was just waiting in line. I'm just saying."
Then feeling like a nutcase I'll mutter, "Yeah, it wasn't a really INTERESTING dream."
Then I wish I'd never brought it up.
I really, really, really needed this. Thank you thank you thank you.
Hey Momma,
You are again my prize winner, as you were the only one to comment in the time frame alloted, though am planning on sending the other gals a little something.
Have to gather your prize pack, photograph it and put it on the blog, then I will mail it to you. It will be worth the wait.
Love ya,
Laurie
P.S. Can you make it in a golf cart all the way east from all the way West. If so, that works for me. I anxiously await your arrival.
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