Another Freaky Dream: Voldemort Edition

I've told you before that I have strange dreams and they come in cycles and are super bizarre.  This is another one.  It's kind of disgusting so if you're feeling exceedingly sensitive or nauseous, don't read.

Ok, so it was decided that I had to fight Voldemort.  My own pals in real life were there supporting me as were Harry, Ron, and Hermione.  I was getting all prepped, but was not magical.  At my disposal I had a few magical items.  It was almost a ring fight type of situation with everyone watching and keeping their hands off.  I started by just attacking him physically.  It wasn't really working so I moved on to something else.  Then my dream kind of fast forwarded like I wasn't paying attention to a movie and all of a sudden I was winning (how the heck I was beating Voldemort without being magical is beyond me).

I had him down and injured (injured bad), but he was regenerating quickly.  His wounds would just heal themselves if given any amount of time.  I was getting tired and I knew I couldn't go much longer.  Then I found something awesome in my bag: some aerosol hairspray with some sort of essence of phoenix in it.  I started spraying old Voldy and he started rotting away like that guy in The Last Crusade.  He was basically a skeleton with sticky brown and yellow and black goo attached to his bones at this time (and he was still talking to me and taunting).  The magic phoenix hairspray prevented him from regenerating as quickly as he was, but given time without being killed he would still continue to rebuild and take over again.  I wasn't sure what to do.

Suddenly I realized the solution: I had to destroy his heart (it was somehow still stuck in his rib cage chest, though it was a little shrunken).  The problem was, I ran out of phoenix hairspray.  With no better options in sight I grabbed a knife and started to cut the heart apart.  The pieces just rejoined or continued beating separately.  Voldemort was still taunting me.  How the heck to destroy the heart and Voldemort?  I was out out of ideas and time was running out as the rest of his body continued its slow regrowth.

If you're thinking of the solution already, then you're gross and I want to know how you got there.  In my dream it just came to me.  The only way to destroy the heart once and for all was... to eat it.  So, I quickly cut the heart into the smallest pieces possible and mashed it together into a form similar to a hot dog.  Then, I ate it.  One: it was disgusting.  Two: even if it wasn't, knowing you have Voldemort's heart in your stomach will make you nauseous.  I finished off the Voldy-heart hot dog and that was the end.  At the end of my dream just before I woke up I remember being uneasy and wondering if when it passed through my digestive track if it would begin to join together again or if it would happen while still inside.  My friends (and my character friends) assured me it was ok and before the outcome could be ascertained positively, I woke up.  Did I want to eat breakfast when I woke up?

Not at all.

The end.

Can't Sleep, Don't Sleep

I have trouble sleeping, as many people do. My issue isn't that I don't fall asleep or that I wake up all night or whatever. As I've mentioned before I have problems with nightmares and bad, stressful dreams that leave me exhausted even after a full night of sleep.

Last night was no exception. I don't remember all the details of my dream, but I woke up whimpering (yes, whimpering, shut up) and exhausted. Somehow there were explosives around and there was no way to dismantle them and get them anywhere. Because it was a dream and dreams don't make sense the only way to keep people from being injured (we were in the middle of some random neighborhood) was to cover the bombs with your body. Two boys from my ward (Tyler and Kevin) volunteered and somehow I did. Then the person who set the bombs suddenly showed up and shot me, one of the boys, and Jimmer Fredette (who was volunteering too, apparently) in the stomach. I woke up as we all lay curled around the bombs waiting for them to go off and bleeding to death.

Seven and a half hours of sleep, no rest.

Weird Dreams

So, last night I had one of the weirdest and most upsetting dreams. This girl:

and this girl:

kept switching back and forth between each other (meaning in the dream they were the same person but sometimes the person was Sarah and looked like Sarah and sometimes the person was Heather and looked like Heather). This person was getting married and the wedding was super weird. At the beginning it was Sarah and her wedding was like a musical (complete with costume changes) and was happening in the Manavu chapel. I wasn't part of the wedding party, but I was doing a lot of helping out, especially when in her first costume of the wedding the sheer black fabric showed her hot pink bra and underpants and I went to help her cover up.

Later it was Heather and the wedding was almost over I think and was moving more towards the ending which would be the temple ceremony. For some reason there was a big fight over who was driving her there and it was dramatic and kept getting on my nerves.

Then the person was Sarah again and I was helping her dress into her actual white wedding dress. Finally the wedding was over and everyone was shaking hands and everything except Sarah's parents weren't her parents, they were Marci's parents. Ok, that's confusing: Mark and Margaret were Sarah's parents at her wedding.

During this whole thing I was a little bit cold and a little bit anxious and kept waking up and freaking out.

Also, I did pick that particular picture of Sarah and me because my hair is so great in there.

Bad Dreams and Nightmares

I have nightmares on a regular basis. Well, not nightmares actually, more bad dreams. Frequently they are just situations that are so stressful that my rest is not at all restful. I think I may have mentioned this problem before (as a matter of fact, I'm having some severe deja vu as I type this post, so sorry if I've said the same exact thing previously). The point of all this is I've decided to make a list for you, lovely readers, of the things that most often invade my bad dreams.

1. The inability to get somewhere on time.

2. Being trapped (by someone).

3. Finding myself in a dangerous situation and not being able to scream.

4. Being threatened with a gun.

5. Voldemort.

There are definitely all kinds of other things that choose to invade my mind during my supposedly restful hours. Now, you can go ahead and start making fun of me for number 5.