Wacky Broadway Nightmare April 29, 2004 - 12:45 p.m.

I had a dream this past weekend where I bit someone's finger. I don't remember what else was going on, but I remember this person - I think a girl - kept putting her hands in my face. And I finally got fed up with it and decided to react instead of just looking at her funny, but my hands were full and the only thing I could think of, was to bite her.

So I did.

And I chomped down really hard.

And I can actually feel this, as those it were a memory...

My teeth sliced through her finger as though they were a knife going through a steak.

They didn't go all the way through, and I don't think I ever hit bone. But I think she was a heavy person, because she had some awfully meaty fingers.

She freaked out. I became aware of what happened and freaked out myself, especially after feeling the blood in my mouth. I ran to get a washcloth, stretched it out in front of me, and with my head turned, held it out for her to lay her finger on, then wrap it tightly.

She kept telling me it was fine and she would be okay... As she held her finger with blood gushing all over the place.

Anyone wanna do a dream interpretation for that one?

Last night, a large group of girls and I were drafted into some war. Don't know what kind of war, but the constant dark sky and the unusual landscaping made it feel like something from an epic fantasy story. And I remember packing things as if I were going away to summer camp. I tried to make sure I had enough clothes and pillows and even snacks to share with everyone else. I think I even packed games for everyone to play.

When we were getting ready for a training session, I asked one of the girls what kind of fighting we were going to be doing.

I guess I expected a balloon toss relay race. It's a war, jackass! What kind of fighting do you expect?

She told me it was going to be hand to hand, and my thought was 'Ah crap. I'm gonna die.' Not out of fear, but more of reluctancy. That feeling you get before you go to take a test you hadn't studied for. You're not really scared that you'll fail, because you've already accepted the fact that you weren't prepared. So you just want to get it over with, even if you're dreading it.

Again, there was way more to that one, but I can't remember what. I think the majority was packing and trying to organize everything.

I have the strangest dreams.

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