Sometimes, I DO believe I am crazy!

Have you ever woken up from a dream and just laid there in disbelief about what your brain had just concocted? Wondering how you can feel so normal during the day, but then at night your mind just runs wild?

I have to let you in on a secret; I have the weirdest dreams!!!  For instance, I used to have this on-going dream when I was younger (not so much in recent years) that I was an inmate at an all-girls prison.  Every day, we would wake up, eat some oatmeal-like substance for breakfast and then we would all head to this open field for daily exercise.  But, the twist would come when all of the other inmates would start chasing me to get their exercise.  I would run and run and run and once I reached the top of this hill (because so many prisons are built amongst rolling hills) I would wake up, not ever knowing if the girls caught me or not.  This dream occurred at least a couple of times per year, but I never figured out what triggered the dream.

Another dream I had when I was in high school involved a circus that was taking place on the street one of my friends lived on, clowns walking skunks, as tall as the old trees that lined the street, on leashes, and me being stuffed in a barrel by a clown and rolled down the street. 

So you see, I have WEIRD dreams!

Well, last night I had another strange dream (not as vivid, but still just as strange) and I just can't quite figure out what triggered the chain of events in the dream.  I was at my parent's house and they must have been having some old horse show friends over for a bbq or something.  At some point someone asked me to if I would keep an eye on their baby ducks or chicks and I said sure, even though I'm not a huge bird fan.  I guess I thought it would be a good idea if I kept the birds in my parent's office and I only remember looking through the French doors at the birds.  For some reason, I had to leave the office and when I came back, they had turned into baby vultures and they were chasing me around the room, pecking at my legs. So I left the room again and went and got one of the guests to come help me.  When we returned, the vultures had morphed again into these multi-colored birds that had owl faces and monkey tails.  The lady who I fetched to help me with what I thought were baby vultures couldn't believe I could be afraid of something so unique looking and she picked them up and started playing with them and then, the dream was over.  I must have forced myself to wake up or something because when I did wake up, I just couldn't wrap my brain around what had just happened.

I haven't been able to get this dream out of my head at all today, and it just confirms that sometimes, I really do believe I am crazy!!!