11+ hours of sleep usually means weird dreams. This was last nights:
It started off and I was walking through a city, that then turned into a pier, that then turned into a market type area. The market had a really cool design, all dark wood and iron. A very cool set of what was either waterwheels or escalators as decoration. It was really crowded.
Anyway, I was looking for a restaurant that people said I just HAD to try. I kept finding places similar to, but not quite it. I'm ready to give up and start flipping through a menu for a different restaurant. The dude from 'Dinners, Drive-ins, and Dives' walks up and complements me on my shirt. I realize I'm wearing a shirt like he wears. (Only smaller and cut for a girl :P) We start talking and he tells me he can show me where the restaurant is. So we cut through one of restaurants and we're suddenly poolside. We start walking around the pool, only to realize there's no way around. He jumps in and gets out on the other side. I don't want to get wet so I walk to the end and walk in the water where there is sitting edge in the water. I come across an octopus/squid of some kind. I pull it out of the water and it goes from a green (surgical scrub green) to a blue. I put back in the water and it goes back to green and wraps itself around my hands. Out of the water. Back in. Blue. Green. This goes on for while. I get engrossed. Then there's this yellow/black/blue snake thing no thicker than a pencil that wraps around me and traps me. Hercules and Ioalus show up and cut me out. (Told you this gets weird) I follow them. We get to a burnt forest, all ash and burnt tree trunks. There's no way to cross until Herc knocks down a trunk, which falls into the next trunk, then the next, and so on. They start leaping across and I try to follow.
Here I woke up. Then I went back to sleep.
Second dream involved a federal investigative team and a stolen WWII airplane. Not a fighter jet but a BIG one. There's a lot of bickering going on while we investigate. Then we wind up in a BIG museum. Some one finds the nose cone. Then someone finds part of the engine. Then someone finds a turbine. It goes on like this until the curator breaks down and starts explaining how she wants the plane to be part of the museum, getting attention from many different generations, spreading to knowledge of WWII. Not in someone's hanger, collecting dust. We start debating weither we should arrest her. Many of us agree with her reasoning.
I woke up again here. And went back to sleep :)
The last dream was in a psych ward. There was a woman there that wanted to do nothing other paint with finger paints. People (Doctors, orderlies, her husband) kept trying to talk to her. But she wouldn't respond.
EDIT: There was also one that took place in some sort of pioneer settlement. The town leader was sitting talking with his family on a hill. Then there was fireworks. The family was laughing and talking. Then from where the fireworks are being set off comes a "DON'T FIRE!!" There's a misfired firework and it catches one of the homes on fire. Everyone rushes down to try to put out the fire.
*Later*
Everyone is in the town hall and a fist fight breaks out about why the firework was set off after the cease-fire order came.
Right. See what I mean by weird?
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