You'll Win 44 Falcon Punches if the Price is Right

Wow, haven't updated this in a while! It's been forever since I had any noteworthy dreams, and even longer since I've had any fish or outer space dreams. In fact, the fish dreams seem to have completely gone away, at least so since the beginning of the year. Weiiiird.

Now that the fish dreams are gone, I've begun to talk in my sleep. Not all the time-- hardly ever, actually. But considering I've never talked in my sleep, this seems out of the ordinary to me. How do I know I'm talking in my sleep?-- I'm conscious just enough that I can remember having muttered something. And apparently I like Falcon punches (hi-fives to anyone who knows what I'm talking about).

"You're talking in your sleep. ... Fourty-four. ... You know, Falcon punches."

Aside from this rare sleep-talking incident, my dreams have been meh. Except last's night's dream. It was WEIRD.

The earliest part I can remember is getting on the Price is Right show and making it to the showcase showdown. I was up there jumping and screaming, and I really wanted to ask Drew Carey about the old Whose Line show, but for some reason I couldn't talk. In order to win the showcase, we had to bowl a strike, so this bowling lane appeared, and it was short. Really short. My brother appeared and went up to bowl, but he threw the ball too hard and it went behind the pins, so he didn't win. I was sure I'd get a strike because I wasn't going to throw the ball very hard, but it flew behind the pins anyways, so I didn't win either.

After this part, I was in some sort of house or building. It was really dark, and I was running from something. There were these people things that would appear randomly throughout the house and suck you toward them. Their heads were white starburst things. One trapped me in a corner, but since I didn't look at it, apparently I got away or something. And then one sucked me up and said "take off your clothes," and next thing I know I'm a hostage or something. Somebody else had been tied up and put in a car trunk, but for whatever reason I broke free and drove the car down this really steep dirt hill. A giant black sun was on the horizon (and this was HUGE! Abnormally huge considering our distance from it), and its flares were blue and shaped like lotus petals. (I guess that part would be the extent of the outer spacey scary stuff).

Then I stop the car in a valley thing, with a shallow lake to the left, and a rocky dirt trail on the right leading up and around the lake. I had a guitar of sorts in my hand and was trying to coil wire around one of the nobs, so I asked one of our captors for help in order to distract him so the other person could escape. Suddenly the person in the trunk had managed to run to the other side of the lake, even though there were crocodiles in it. One of the captors got caught by a croc, and during this time I ran up the dirt trail and around the other side to a jungle area.

Somehow I knew that once we had reached this side of the lake, everything was good, that the dream was over. Or something. It was a weird feeling. The last thing I remember was that a gorilla dropped down from a tree with a baby and gave it to us for whatever reason. The baby gorilla could talk, and it said something about finding its home with us.

Yeeaaahh. Maybe someday all my crazy dreams will be of value and psychologists can analyze them! By the by, I'm also curious as to whether most people dream in color or in black and white. I've heard lots of different things about this, and personally, I don't remember ever having a dream that wasn't in color.