Bad Dreams and Britney Spears

Britney Spears really is a bad dream all in herself.  She really should have stopped with the Mickey Mouse Club.  I’d really like to state the fact that, if the news stopped broadcasting her, she’d be long forgotten before anyone knew it.  No one really cares about it.  It’s not like she’s Jackie Kennedy. 
Enough about Britney.  Do you ever have those bad dreams that are so inane and stupid that you wonder if you were secretly force fed Spam before you went to sleep?  I know I do.  And I seriously hope I was never forced to eat Spam.  Just the thought of it kind of makes me want to drown myself in puff pastry to just forget it.  That’s really not a bad way to go though, drowning in puff pastry.  I can think of worse things.  Anyway, isn’t it weird that some things seem so scary in dreams, and then you wake up, still scared, and then think about it, and realize that you’re literally shaking in bed because you had a dream about the scariest teddy bear in history?  I once had a scary dream about an apple tree.  As it turns out, it wasn’t that scary.  It couldn’t even do all of those scary tree things, like move its branches and suffocate you, like in scary tree movies.  It was just standing there.  And it was frightening damnit. 
Personally, I think that stupid dreams that are so very frightening while they’re happening, are spawned from horrible movie trailers.  Like Lake Placid 2.  I saw that one yesterday, damn those gargantuan sized rabid alligators.  In the trailer, the killer alligator was roughly the size of Lake Placid itself.  And really, if you wanted to go out for a boat ride, or go swimming, would you really choose to go swimming in a lake that was actually a hungry alligator that thinks human is its favorite meal?  I hope not.  The most disturbing thing about it though… is that it’s the second one.  Which brings me to think about Fox and When Animals Attack parts 1-17,400.  I think they’ve had so many of them, that there’s now footage about an angry guinea pig that bit a kids finger. 

I guess my ultimate decision is… turn off the television, and then I won’t encounter any more scary apple trees. 

Bad Dreams and Britney Spears

Blizzards!

I’m pretty good at getting random injuries for no reason.  Some call it being accident-prone.  I call it painful.  I won’t go into grave detail, but I’ve been having dreams about having to have my toe amputated.  I stubbed it, and now it’s swollen and turning purple.  If I got it amputated, I think I would start a contest and call it  the ‘stupidest injuries with the gravest consequences’ contest.  I would, of course rig it so that I won.  So, I guess it wouldn’t be that great of a contest.  Second place would be a real achievement though.
It’s a real good thing it didn’t pick today to fall off though.  We’re having a blizzard!  I still think it’s funny how blizzards make me little-kid-excited and shake like a puppy with pleasure.  I’m really glad that the weather here isn’t fickle like it is in other places.  I mean, if it’s going to snow, it’s going to snow.  It’s not going to start snowing and then an hour later turn into a massive rainstorm that then turns into hail and a huge tornado.  You get my point.  I think the best thing about blizzards though, is it’s like a free day.  It’s the best excuse not to go to work, or to school, or even go to your mailbox if you don’t want to.  It is the best excuse to be lazy on the planet.  And oh, the sledding that can be done!  If I wanted to, I could even hide out and snipe Sasquatch with snowballs.  Just because it’s snowing.  And it makes me happy when it snows.