Movie/Dreammmm

I watched The Adjustment Bureau with Mom and Billy tonight.  It was good.  I liked it.  I’m drunk off of beer now.  Beer always gets me drunk so easily.  Yanno, I read an article the other day that talked about how scientists had found a correlation between eye color and alcohol/medication sensitivity.  Apparently, the blue eyes out there accompany people with higher tolerances to alcohol – while the dark eyes are much more sensitive to the effects of alcohol and medications.  So…my eyes must be really dark.  Of course, I can’t really remember where I saw this information…it was probably cracked.com – a perfectly reputable news source.

My eyes are dry.

I keep on dreaming these crazy dreams.  The other day/night/dream I was jumping out of planes again, but this time I had no parachute.  I wanted to see if I could catch one as I was falling, but I kept on zooming right by it.  Anyway, I kept on resetting the dream before I got to close to the ground.  (Does anyone else do that?)  So I could keep on trying.  When I was little I used to have nightmares.  Mom told me that I didn’t have to be scared because they were just dreams, and not real, and that they were in MY head.  (Basically she said it was MY turf, so MY rules, and I had some control over my dreams.)  I remember the very first nightmare I had, where I stopped running and fought back.  I must have been 8 or 9 at the time.

A bad man was chasing me.  It was dark outside, and everywhere, but it was still hot and muggy.  This man was wearing dark clothing, with a black ski mask covering his face.  I don’t know why he was chasing me, I just know that I was scared.  I tried to drive away in a car – but I had never driven before, and suddenly Mom’s advice came to the forefront of my mind, and I was out of the car, and holding a giant boxing glove.  I squeezed the handle (of the boxing glove) and it extended out 30 feet to knock the bad guy clean off his feet,  (It was just like an old timey ACME cartoon boxing glove gag)  I guess that’s how you deal with bad guys in dreams when you’re only 8 years old.  I slept so well after that.

That makes me happy.