I had two very strange dreams last night, and since I have nothing else to talk about I thought I’d share them here so perhaps you all can give me some insight. I expect your honest opinions…

Dream 1: I’m on the Dr. Phil show sitting up on stage in one of those stool-chair-things he has for his guests. I’m wearing a vintage navy blue sharkskin suit from the 60’s with a solid orange tie and white silk shirt. Below the two inch cuff of my slacks I’m wearing brown and beige saddle oxford shoes with navy and brown argyle socks. I look into one of the monitors positioned around the stage and I can see myself with a caption centered under my picture. The caption reads, “Happily Married? If so, why does he show his penis on national television?” It’s at this point I look down and notice I’m hanging out of my zipper. I look away then look back and realize it’s growing. Not getting hard, just slinking down like a snake. Moments later Dr. Phil’s wife Robin (she’s hot in a older lady kinda way) walks up on stage and steps on my dick head with her stiletto heal. Not in anger, just as an accident. I remember that it didn’t hurt. Then the dream faded and changed.

Dream 2: I was sitting around a camp fire alone, with my laptop, surfing blogs. I remember a few blogs that I read while I sat there, sitting on a log. There were several more that I read but can’t now remember. I stood up and turned away from the fire, setting the laptop down on the ground. I was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and I pulled down the boxers and began to take a major piss into the dirt. It was one of those long pisses that actually make you shiver. When I flipped it back into my boxers and turned around, many of my blogger friends, including those I was reading before and those I can’t now remember, were sitting there on logs along side of me. One blogger began singing koom-by-ya, and within seconds everyone had joined in. In the back ground I remember hearing a dog barking. I then woke up and had to pee like a Russian racehorse. As I got out of bed to walk towards the bathroom I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it read 4:25 am.

Okay, so do you think these are some weird dreams or what? Let me know what your thoughts on them are. I’m currently taking this prescription pill called Chantix, to quit smoking (it’s working by the way. In a week of taking the pills I’ve smoked two packs of cigarettes. Two packs in a week is certainly down from my usual two packs a day. I’m looking forward to putting them away permanently.) One of the side effects of Chantix is “changes in dreaming”, or something like that. I’d say I’m suffering this side effect. These two dreams are certainly a bit different from the bland and boring dreams I usually have.

Have a good week! I’ll get back with another post in a couple days or so. Got a lot going on this week…