Vivid dreams

For some reason, I've been having very vivid dreams the last two weeks. Like the night of the election, I remember not sleeping well on my mom's futon (it wasn't comfortable)....but of the sleep I got I had a dream where there were maybe four people gathered around each other in a little circle. A guy was holding this massively huge snake (a boa constrictor?), it's length coiled around the man's arms, neck, stomach. The group was laughing and having a great time. I don't think they even saw me standing about 8 feet behind them. I was petrified and screamed out in fear, even trying to scream in my sleep that came out as a weird noise that woke me up from the dream. That's all I remember. Then a few nights after that I had a dream that I was answering an ad to possibly move into a new house and went to check the place out. There was a guy living there and I was excited about his bedroom being right beside mine, that we would be roomates. I remember loving the kitchen. It had tons of counter space and all these culinary appliances I had never seen before. It made me want to just get in there and start cooking up a storm. The place, overall, was grand.

Last night I had a bizarre and somewhat scary dream. I arrived at my friend E's house. I was excited to see her and reconnect, as I had not seen her since she got married. I was happy for her marital bliss and wanted to hear all about it. She proceeded to tell me she had a sexual experience that she called "cake" and asked me if I knew what it meant. I paused, trying to think of what I was going to say because I didn't know what it meant and also didn't want to sound nieve by admitting as much. But I decided to be upfront and admit, that I didn't know. What's "cake?" She apparently said it was having sex with two people at the same time. As she started to tell me about it, we had to leave her house for whatever reason. I had to go home, I think.

I got on the wrong bus, had to get off the bus after I realized it (and my old coworker Annie was on that same bus, weird) and wasn't sure what to do. E. was suddenly there again and next thing I know, she and I are both on this flimsy looking thing that looked like a cross between an ironing board and a surfboard. She was laying on one and I was laying on one.....and we're thousands of feet above the sky. It's a sunny day and I can see the water, tons of city buildings below. At first, I thought it was cool and fun, this "magic carpet ride" in the air of sorts. We're dishing girl talk and I'm excited that I'll make it back to the south end of Seattle faster than if I had tried to figure out another bus route!

But then.....the thing we're both on starts nosediving and tilting in different directions. I'm getting queasy, nervous that I'm gonna throw up. That feeling quickly turns into extreme fear of "Am I going to die?!" because no matter how much I clutch the flimsy thing I'm laying on, I feel like I'm falling off and going to tumble to my death below. There's no security. E and I are screaming and I'm pleading with god to help me. I'm so scared, my heart is beating a million miles a minute and I'm pretty sure this is it for me. A minute later, as we fast approach the ground....we land calmly and safely on the ground. We're still alive, untouched and unharmed.