I’ve noticed an influx of bizzare dreams recently. Last night was no exception. The parts I can remember are as follows:

I’m in bed, it’s early morning, Jason’s still sleeping, there’s a knock at the door. My friend Mindy is there trying to get me to help her with some kind of home sales party. Then I’m pushed into a room full of people at some meeting about education. Apparently I’m familiar with the school I now find myself in, and it resembles the Ashland Middle School from what I can tell now, but I roam the hallways and stairs looking for a certain class I have to get to. It’s like a math philosophy class or something. But it’s on like the 16th floor. So I take the elevator, but I end up pushing the 40-something-th floor button and all the gravity disappears when I go that high. The air pressure hurts and I feel incredibly trapped, clostrophobic and helpless cause I’m floating at the top of the elevator ceiling, not knowing when it will stop. Sarah gets on and we try to go back down, to find ourselves in the basement- an art department of sorts. I see my elementary school art teacher, who I see just had a red wig on the whole time, and actually has a buzz hair cut. Huh. Somehow everything is flooding and there is this ugly creepy sea creature that gets loose. Someone kills it and the science classes are studying it, but it has jelly fish type stingers and my arms are stung. Then I see the royal family is coming to visit. The school hall looks more like a mall at this point and the royal family consists of teenage royals- all cousins or siblings. We get to meet them and I try to get a picture with them, they are really normal and pleasant, and I try to be as graceful as I can around them.
End of dream. So you know the next stuff I say is real.

There was also some scary old house that was haunted in there somewhere, but it’s fading from my mind. And all I had wanted was to stay in bed in my dream, and I realized that was also true when I woke up for real this morning.