Weird dreams.

The fact that I have been remembering them lately is weird enough. But the actual dreams are strange as well. Like take last night's dream, for example. I shall title it "Brokeback Mountain Deuce:The Return of Heteorsexuality and the Journey of the Llamas".

Seriously.

I was watching Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhallllll (sp? I think?). THey were transporting llamas through these dark, damp mountains. And they were not gay! They were just cowboys transporting llamas over some mountains. Instead of packing and transporting their camp on the back of donkeys, there was this machine, like a tram but really old and rusty, that would carry their equipment straight up the mountiain while they were stuck winding up the switchbacks with their thousands of llamas. Then, I took on the point of view from Heath Ledger and began worrying about bears. As I was walking down a rocky and dark path, with Jake behind me shining a little, blue light, we noticed a wolf. Now, in real life, if you make yourself really big and tall and menacing, a lone wolf might just run away. However, this wolf was hungry and I, Heath Ledger aka the formerly gay cowboy, started running. I just turned and ran into the dark woods without a thought as to how I would find my way back to the path. Eventually, I could hear the wolf catching up to me and, in the movie style tradition, I tripped and fell to the ground and the scene went black as I heard the wolf pounce.

Then we were in a house and I was again a passive observer and noticed Heath Ledger's face was all messed up and all he could understand was French due to brain damage. So, then appears this guh-orgeous French girl and they get married and live on a mountain with thousands of llamas.

Uh?

I liked the movie. I didn't think it was all that great, I failed to see the love story, rather I saw some lust (which we all, straight or gay, experience) and obession. BUT nonetheless, I could care less if they were gay or straight. So, why did my subconscience make them straight? Hmmm...I have no idea.

Anyways, things are well besides dreaming about those boys, flying to New York with my parents and being in a airport lobby that looked like a Vegas Casino.
I had a wonderful day yesterday filled with accomplishments and getting caught up with longtime friends. Wonderful. Glorious.

And I am done. For today.