Nightmare

I woke up with a very bizarre nightmare yesterday...it gave me a horrible headache for a good part of the day too. I think Sigmund Freud would have had a party trying to interpret this one.

So I'm in a giant stadium almost resembling a Roman Colosseum. There's people watching from up above. I'm apparently one of a few dozen people in some kind of celebration or show. We're all wearing costumes...and one joker gives me some fake rubber teeth, a pair of pink shorts and some pink rimmed shades. "Ha ha ha" I say in my dream, really funny. What am I supposed to be some kind of gay monkey? OK, so I'm not so happy with it, but I go along with it because the show must go on.

So the giant group of us gets ushered out into the colosseum grounds. The showman that I am, I'm walking around doing my best interpretation of a monkey's walk -- I'm strutting around with hobbled legs and I do a lot of arm swinging. I guess even in my dreams I'm trying to entertain hehe.

OK, if all this isn't weird enough...it gets even weirder. Suddenly the gates open and giant fat women come running out and start pulling some of us entertainers away and killing them off. I don't actually SEE how they're being killed off, but I notice there's less and less of us and there's blood stains on the sandy floor.

Yet here I am STILL walking around doing my monkey walk just as if this is all perfectly natural. I'd be like the WORST lucid dreamer because even a dream as bizarre as this doesn't trigger any recognition from me.

Now finally another fat lady comes running out of the gate and does a beeline right towards me! Now I panic... I start getting a little more frantic jumping around trying to get away. YES! I'm STILL doing the monkey thing.

Now somewhere along the line, I figure out the ONLY way out of this auditorium of death by cellulite is by having a 1 on 1 interview with another person in the auditorium. ............ what? Somehow, part of my work slipped into my dream. In my weekly business networking chapter we regularly get together sometimes with other members in what we call "1 on 1 interviews" to get to know each other better. So somehow this got mixed up into my dream.

So you're still with me right? I'm a monkey in a gay pink costume jumping around a roman colosseum while a fat lady is chasing me down, trying to catch me for some bizarre hot animal love or something. My only way of escape is to find a partner for a business meeting.

So I'm jumping frantically around...and I recognize a face. It's one of my former coworkers. This guy named Tony. He's this computer admin guy...super smart, but we used to nickname him "Who huh what?" because he'd be so focused with his work, whenever we talk to him he'd answer "Who huh what?"

I jump my over to Tony, the fat lady still on my tail... I grab Tony by the arms and say, "Tony! Let's do a 1 on 1 interview!". Tony answers, "Who huh what?" I don't even wait for an answer, and I yank us both out of the colosseum.

Then I wake up.

SOMEONE check me into an institution. My subconcious is telling me I'm insane.