dreams

I don’t know if it was Erica’s link to a dream interpretation site that did it, but I had the most vivid dreams last night. One involved a girl I had an unrequited high school crush on and shall not be discussed further. Then there was one involving some sort of video game-like torture chamber involving the Taliban: Osama was at the top of a cliff, we were at the bottom, and he kept throwing boulders down at us, Tetris-like, which we had to dodge. Then, just before the alarm this morning, I dreamed I was riding in a bullet train that plunged through tunnel after tunnel, vibrating and pulsing with energy, only to stop in a Parisian square filled with fountains spurting foamy water while Charo played a guitar nearby, until the train left again, plunging into tunnels and through valleys surrounded by high-peaked twin mountains, until I awoke crying, “Oh God! Oh God!”
Okay, just kidding about that last one.