Brain Fart 19: Dream Diary 1

This one is inspired by my friend. He told me about how he writes down his dreams right after he wakes up, so he doesn't forget. I think that's a pretty good idea, especially since my dreams are CRAZYYYYY!

I know you're thinking "all dreams are crazy!" But no. Mine are REALLY crazy, often times disturbing. Here is some of them thus far...
~my cat died. as a rooster. and my dad ate her. as a nerds rope.
~my bath toys attacked me. then a giant toy troll tried to eat me.
~I ran from gangsters by driving numerous cars and motorcycles. and crashing them.
~my parents drove off a bridge, and it became a rollercoaster. then it crashed and i was hanging off the cliff. with only one hand.
~I was in a war, and an enemy soldier came in, and killed the general, leaving just him and me. We fought, I stabbed him through the back of the neck, and sliced his throat. I was about to turn him over to find id to tell his family when I woke up (I think it was triggered by reading "All Quiet on the Western Front" and "Letters from Iwo Jima")
~I was saying goodbye to my family the day before I knew I was going to go off and fight zombies alone. I somehow knew I was gonna die. This was REALLY sad.
~I was walking with my christian friends from church and fellowship. We were being persecuted, and people kept stepping on mines. And, yes, exploding. However, that didn't stop my friends from dancing around. I was scared for them, while thinking "they're idiots!!!". Sorry guys =[

Yeah. Crazy, right? And some quite disturbing, and some downright sad.

Anyways, here was the dream that I had during my nap this evening.

Lindsay and I were heading home from Davis, and we got reaaally lost. We were lost for hours, since it got dark. My dream spent a lot of time on me just feelings scared and hopeless. Then, we got found. Then, for some reason, everyone went to Tahoe without me and Dad. So, we were waiting for a bus (in Davis, still, for some reason). And....my neighbors were mutated monsters. The most distinct one I remember was a barf green monster whose legs had gotten amputated. That was creepy. Then, we were in Tahoe, and I was unpacking clothes. The pile never ended.

The end.