Unicorns sort of freak me out.

When I was growing up, a bunch of my friends had unicorn-everything.  Their rooms were decorated in unicorn-ish pleasantries… with unicorn posters and lots of rainbows and such.

Those unicorns scared me.  For one… they always had agreeable smiles on their faces… but underneath you gained a sense of baleful intent.  It wasn’t natural.  It reminded me of creepy clowns.  Acrimonious, at best.

Every once in a while I will have unicorn nightmares.  Creepy, crusty sinister clowns riding around on smug unicorns.

Then I am up for the night.  Heaven only knows I have enough trouble sleeping without all this tom-foolery going on in my head.

But.. when my cheek hits the pillow, I never quite know what to expect in the world of never-nod-land.

Last night, I dreamt it was my last day of high school.   The dream went on and on.  Saying goodbye to old friends, and such.  I was on a school bus at least five different times in the dream….  and it was packed full of beach towels.

At times, I was walking through the school with Gretchen Donovan, who I haven’t seen… probably since the night we graduated.   A lot of the areas were under construction.  We went through the cafeteria and they were serving Bisquick EVERYTHING.  Bisquick Pizzas, an Bisquick Sandwiches, and Bisquick Casseroles.  I said.. “I knew they had a stockpile of this stuff that they were just waiting to lay on us.”

Like I said, the dream went on and on and on.  I woke up shaking my head…. literally.  I said out loud “What the crap!?”  I am not sure if I said it in my dream… or when I woke up… but that is what I was thinking.

I don’t know where I will end up on any given night… in the distant corners of my brain.

But sometimes… I just wish I’d dream a little differently.  You know…  like when they mention on TV shows about the meanings of dreams.    Dreams where you are falling, or naked, or in water, or flying….etc.

I never have dreams like that.  Mine are always Tim Burton movies played in reverse, with a side of Abbott and Costello… or something.

But now… it is getting late.  And, well… time for another night of the unexpected.  The unknown.   Two weeks ago, I was trapped inside a box of Captain Crunch cereal.  There was no prizes or toys in the box… and I can remember thinking I would have been able to use it to MacGyver my way out.  No such luck.

So until tomorrow.  Sweet dreams. Like Captain Crunch and Unicorns.