A Collection of Snippets

So, I just had a hodge-podge of minor little quick flashes of dreams.  They were fun, though C:

(Sorry about the ranting afterwards.  I'll stop doing that.  :/)

I one, I played DDR with a huge projector, with Jerry.


In another, I won a Kindle on eBay for about $4.  Yesss.


In the last one, I made up with one of my exes and everything was cool, unlike how it is in real life.


So, yes, that's it!

Notes:
I have not played DDR in forever but have desperately wanted to.  @_@  And now it's entering my dreams.

Where I work, Hastings, has put out their own eReader which made me think about getting a Kindle.  (Cause Kindle is the eReader authority, so I'm told.)  But I don't think I'd use it very much so I decided against it.

The ex in question was described in previous posts where she was concerned as a "hopeless girl who blames others for all her shortcomings/when she does not get her way".  The reason we do not get along anymore?


She is a Wapanese little twat who claims that the boyfriend she gave her virginity to 'raped' her, despite her excitement and joy at the time.  Whenever I see her where I work, she ignores me.  When Jerry and I graciously saved her ass from a trailer park when said boyfriend kicked her out, she tried veeery hard to ignore me.  In my own home.


I don't care if she sees this.  Obviously, a part of me still wants to make up with her.  She was a brilliant friend, a shitty-ass girlfriend, but deep down, she is a wonderful, good person who just needs to figure herself out before putting any trust in anyone else.


So, if she sees this, I guess.  Take this as a subconcious admittance that I still care.


But you're still a Wapanese little twat, whether you've moved on the Korea or not.


SA~YA-NA~RA--♥♥
DESUUUUU~~~!


/angry ranting.


I swear I'll stop doing this.  Dreams just make me realize things.


Slept for nine hours.  Went to bed hungry.

Red Love

I have just had the most amazing dream, so I'll be doing this a little differently than normal.

Usually I talk about a dream after the text of it, but I'm going to preface it in advance so that I do not interrupt the flow of it and it reads more like a book passage than my usual ramblings.

The boy in this dream abruptly changed appearance, but this went unnoticed in lala dream land.  He started out looking like that Akira guy from Eden of the East and ended up with white hair.

both of the links I have to these images indicates that they do not belong to the people who posted them - so sorry, no credit source :C  I have no idea where these originally came from.

I've been asked before if because I like anime so much, if my dreams are ever animated.

Usually, when a cartoon character appears in my dreams, it is like a soft 3D model, with bright colors and proportions (eyes, etc) unlike real life.  However, they look very realistic, despite the high saturation of their colors.

So rather than this boy looking like a bright, 2D cartoon, he was a living, breathing thing with realistic shadows and physical movement.

So I will write this out now C:  I still left in whatever parts do not make sense in reality.  Telling it like is was.

Also, sorry about any tense inconsistencies.  I tend to revert to present tense without thinking about it.  I tried to correct most of it.

It was the future, but you would not even know it.

Everything was the same, only older.  I lived in a town so horribly like that of the twenty-first century.  The only defining difference was our entertainment.

People traveled by lit motorcycles like something straight out of Tron Legacy and people could wear whatever they wanted, or nothing at all if they so chose.

Movie theatres as they were known were no longer in existence.  Their replacement: a completely immersive experience that played more like a video game, with programmed characters that would sometimes even be able to directly interact with the audience with AI, and a screen shaped like a half-dome to cover your entire peripheral vision.  Not only were the images in 3D, but no glasses are required - it's as if you're actually sitting in the middle of the movie, complete with heat, wind gushes, scents...everything.

The best part?  Screenings for you and whoever you brought with you only.  No more assholes texting during the movie, that one guy who laughs really loud at scenes that aren't even that funny, that one whore who put on too much perfume after work, or any of the others.

The holidays were near, so I was just finishing decoration on a large cedar tree.  I had lovingly strung lights all around this 50-foot monster, and was just connecting the electricity.  I literally tried to turn the lights on with my mind, but of course, it didn't work.  But one plug later, the entire tree came to life, sparkling in the night like hundreds of multicolored stars, from gold to red to lavender and back again.

The next day.  I was in high school, maybe a junior or a senior.  It was at a relaxing day at the school's pool, just unwinding after class, when I first saw him.  The class clown, the class idiot.  Bellyflopping around in the pool like a twit for attention.

At first, not only did I feel nothing towards him, I sat and pondered about what makes a child such a glutton for attention.  Parents that do not pay enough attention?  But perhaps we all need different levels of attention to feel complete.  I myself was a latch-key kid, and when my parents finally started having time to spend with me, I still holed up in my room.  I do not seek attention, but do not shy from it.

But look at this dumbass.  Splashing everyone.  And they all liked it.  What the hell.

He climbed from the water and passed me with a smile.  I just stared at him.

I suddenly decided that nothing was left for me to learn in the world, at all.  "This is it," I said.  "All the knowledge in the world is already in my head."  I stood, gathered my things, and began my slow journey of stepping over sunbathers to go change.  "I'll take my full head elsewhere."

I realized how vain this sounded, but I didn't care.  I just no longer had any wish to think hard on anything, having deemed all the important things to know already within me.

I was taken aback at how quickly this class clown came into my life.  A few stray touches here and there, little quiet questions and beautiful, wondering eyes, and before long, I had already said yes to dating him.

It played out like a bad, bad version of a modern Romeo and Juliet.  Here we were, happy in young love, unsure and almost afraid of each other.  I had never really dated before, neither had he.  My breasts were soft and foreign to his shy fingers, and his wide shoulders and deep voice left me strung out on pumps of adrenaline.

We continued in secret, unsure of where all this devotion and passion would get us.

"Hurt," he would say.  We both knew it.

"My parents are crazy," he would warn.  "I don't want them to know about this."

He took me to a movie.

Seated on a white park bench in the middle of a starry, dreamy fantasy film, we leaned against each other, tired. It was a school night, already pressing eleven.  I had to be up at seven for school.  But I determined that this was worth it.  I might even skip class the next day.

Without any words, he leaned himself over me on the bench.  My heartbeat fluttered.  His eyes drew mine in.

His teeth pressed into my throat in a surprisingly rough bite.  Then, he nipped at my ears, behind them, on the lobes, beneath them.  His hands held fast to my shoulders as he drowned himself in arousal, and I did the same.  I felt my body move against him as my insides melted with lust.

More teeth, more teeth.  He moaned, settling down over me completely.

A part of me wanted to tell him to stop, because at any moment the characters in this movie may want to have a chat.  But it was such a small, small part.

His mouth was hot, like heaven.

Without much time at all, like a whirlwind, love causes much damage.

Our relationship grew by the day.  Countless time passed, and we still shared our secret of each other.  Our parents were equally unaware.

One day, just before sunset, he begged me to come over.

"In daylight?" I asked, taken aback.

"I can't keep this a secret anymore."

I could not have agreed more.

Thrilled by the thought of liberation from this suppressed hell, I ran to him.  I wanted to love him openly, so much that it hurt.  Keeping it under wraps was tearing us both apart.

So I went to him.  He let me in the back and led me to the attic, with an attached balcony, and I could tell something was very wrong.

He was wearing no shirt, with plain pale jeans.  Across his chest were strips of thin white cloth, like a makeshift bandage.

His eyes were cold.

He handed me a wide, flat brush dipped in red paint and told me to color his arms.

"What's going on?" I asked, fear in my voice.

He did not respond, and merely waited for me to begin.

I dragged the soft bristles over his skin, trailing the red over the little hairs on his arms.  I got lost in the task, stroking in smooth swipes, covering his tone completely with the burst of scarlet.

I felt like I was doing something intimate.  His inhales were slow.

I was suddenly aware that in one clenched first he was holding his phone when the flash lit up the darkening space between us as the sun left us bereft.

My eyes dilated sharply, painfully, but I did not move.

"What was that for?"

His smile was sad.  "I want to remember you as you are.  Not crying."

I frowned.  "Crying?"

I covered his knuckles in the paint, and he dropped the phone.  Before I could finish my work, he pulled me into a strong, sudden embraced that knocked the lungfull of air right out of my chest.

He leaned his soft lips to my ear, whispering heatedly, slowly, purposefully, "Right here.  Right now."

My blood ran hot as my heart constricted tightly in my chest.  With every pump, a new squeeze of pain.  I gasped, dizzying.

I repeated, frightened, "What is going on?!"

But I could not fight off the rush of arousal.  Of the blood rushing to the skin beneath my hips.

More teeth, perfect and rough.  He sighed in longing.  The red of his arms rubbed onto my white jacket, staining it red everywhere he held me.

The door beside us flung open.

There was much shouting as he attempted to fight off his father.  I wanted to help, to do something, but I was powerless to stop two grown adults from punching the living hell out of each other.

With one last look to me, he said, "I love you."

He ran past me, leaving both me and his opponent lost and confused.  He dashed through a door to the edge of the balcony that lay just outside this tiny little room, and I understood.

This tiny little attic was where he was forced to live.

By parents, he meant father.  And his father not only did not pay attention to him, he loathed him.

And he had found me, a light in his dark world, but without this light, he was determined to die.

With the bandages fluttering around him like wings, he fell.

I understood the meaning of 'red'.

Red blood, like life.  Red, like passion, lust, craving, wanting, delirium, desire.  Red, like heartbreak, and anger.

When I screamed in agony, that was red, too.

I followed his footsteps while his father had no time to react.  Over the edge, I was flying.  Flying down to his broken form.

Or so I thought.

I landed, but it was not as painful as jumping off a second story might feel.  I was numb.  And he was smiling at me.

As soon as we were sure his father had reentered the house, we ran.  He picked me up from the ground by the hand, and we ran.

The next day, the bodies are reported missing.  My mother was openly desperate to find my remains, while his father openly did not bother to care.

We were free.

Did we survive the fall?  Were we alive, or ghosts?

How did two people who did not know each other for long enough to constitute love to feel it so completely?

I don't know, but sometimes I'm treated to wonderful dreams by my head.  :D

I especially enjoy dreams with that sexual edge,  Umf umf.

Notes:

I used to live in a house with a giant cedar tree in the front yard.

This year I've hated the thought of Christmas.  Lots of loss and sadness in this apartment, between me and Jerry.  Maybe I still really wanted to enjoy the holidays despite it all, so I decorated a tree in my sleep?  Who knows.

I did not enjoy Eden of the East, I felt like it had so much damn potential but so much was left out / inconclusive.  They needed to make that shit longer than 12 fucking episodes.

Also, maybe TMI, but I got my period yesterday on Christmas Eve.  I kinda wonder if that played a part in the red theme of the dream.  Oooookay.  XD

All in all, this dream had the perfect mix of fear and arousal.  Such a wonderful combination.  /__\

Okay, off the open presents.  tataaaa.

Ate McDonalds right before bed.  Large fries and a chicken sammich.  Slept for... maybe seven hours.

A Whole Lotta Stuff Crammed Into One Little Post

So I've been slacking on posting all the dreams lately.  I've been getting up super early this week, so it seems like all the crisp detail I'd had is gone by the time I could post.  So, here's a bunch of snippets~

I worked at a wardrobe coordinator for Kanye West.  Everyone that worked for him hated him, but we tolerated him.  Later in the same dream, I met Lady Gaga, but it was not even a big deal.  We waved at each other and kept walking.


I don't know if I like or dislike Kanye cause I've never listened to his music / the only thing I know about him is that he got up on stage while Taylor Swift was getting some sort of award or something.  As for Lady Gaga, I think if I saw her in real life I think I'd just stare blankly at her with a dumb look on my face.  (in a good way!)

That guy from Iron Man 2, Whiplash (picture below) was attacking my work place.  Through fear and whatever else, I managed to dial 9-1-1 and the police arrived and were magically able to take him down despite the hell he gave Iron Man.  hahaha.

image source : wikipedia

I'm lame.  I saw Iron Man 2 but not the first one.  But this guy and his crazy bird were hella scary, yo.

I walked into what was like an abandoned mall with a bunch of guys sitting around on the benches in front of all the closed shops.  They asked me to strip, so I did.

Impromptu stripping?  YaIcandothat.  Weird, but in dreams, everything makes sense.

I had a little duck that I loved and called my own.  I took the duck to the pond to let it play with other ducks. I thought that the bond I shared with this duck was special, so that if I called it back to me, it would come.

It didn't.

I can think of several people the duck could have represented... and how I've been shaped into having separation anxiety by people that I thought would still come back to me even after shit boyfriends.

....okay, there's four people this could be.  Only one of whom I still talk to, because she grew a pair and proved that I had misjudged her / she still wanted to be close to me.  Applause for you, lady.

For the rest... keep on perpetuating a stereotype.  G'won, git.

/soap box

Aaaand now we're caught up.  I've forgotten everything else.  Now, on to last night's epic-ass nightmares.

I do not know how, but mine and Jerry's cat, OHAI, died.  We often remind ourselves in real life, 'Man, we love this cat so much.  It's going to be horrible when she dies.'

I thought that to myself the entire dream, as I did an Inception-like montage of waking up without her crying, sobbing to Jerry.

So cute.

OHAI is not our only cat, but she is a perfect cat.  (We have another, but she is a fiesty little kitten that leaves us with scratches, haha.)  OHAI cuddles us to sleep, has a loud purr, licks our fingers like a puppy would, never scratches or destroys anything.  Best of all, after she got fixed, she started plumping up, so now when she offers her belly for scratchins, she's an adorable little ball of fluff with limbs sticking out.

I do worry about losing her, because there is not a single thing I dislike about this cat.  I love her.

Luckily, she's only about two now, so we (hopefully) have a long and happy life left with this wonderful girl.

I was trapped in a house, late at night, alone.  It's dark, my parent's won't be home until the morning, and my paranoia kicks in.

First, it's little flashes of white along the walls.  Then, it's a white face raking over the ceiling.

I bury myself in the covers, willing it away.  But then, the sounds start.  Howling, shaking, rattling.

Just as I'm about to lose it... the front door snaps open, and in walks my first, and only, dog.  Buster.  Deceased since 2005.

His body is strong again, and I know in my heart he must be an angel.  The light he emits chases away all the shapes in the darkness.  And I rise, going to meet him.

He's everything I remember.  A black lab, with big brown eyes and a white chest.  A red collar with a rabies tag, but no name tag.  I wrap my hand under his collar and he leads me out of the door, which closes behind us.

We walk for hours along a little paved country road, until it's already morning.  No cars pass us.

There is a time skip where I do not remember what happened, but eventually, I am back with my parents and he is gone, and we are unloading the house in the daytime because they believed me when I told them it was haunted.

I can't think of this dog without crying.  He was my best friend, and actually saved my life (or at least prevented disfiguration) when I was younger.  I was walking around my neighborhood when someone's unchained bulldog rushed at me.  Buster came out of nowhere, apparently having followed me, and intercepted the bulldog and held him off until my father was able to catch up to me and grab me.

While very scary, it is one of my favorite memories, that really solidified and exemplifies my feelings for this dog.  I was 13 when he had to be put down, but I still cry whenever I think about him.  There's just some animals that never leave our hearts.

Well, that's it for me.  I know I normally put a summary at the bottom, but I was not paying attention last night.  I ate a cookie before bed and probably slept a good 12 hours.

Unicorn Girls, Washington DC, Snippets of a Dream Long Since Had

I was in my former fourth grade classroom, as my present age and self.  My teacher gave me a shirt that said something like

Unicorns.

I took all the good ones.

referring to the girls I have dated.  I don't know how, but I knew that's what it meant.


Not a very long one, but a little strange.

Notes:
I have feelings of nothing but hatred towards the school I went to when I was in fourth grade.  I also didn't care for the teacher too much.  She was an old woman at the time, probably deathly old now.

I also do not remember the three girls I've dated fondly, either.  One is a hopeless girl who blames others for all her shortcomings/when she does not get her way, one I dated for barely a week before she left me for her exboyfriend (ouch.), and the last one, I just recently dropped all communication with because I loved her so much it hurt to talk to her.  She behaved very immaturely about it, and actually managed to lessen my opinion of her by the childish way she chose to block me and try to make fun of me afterwards on a public page online.

I guess all three were good people in there own way.  Unicorns, if you will...

I looked in the mirror.  Wow, I'm prettier than normal.  My hair is fluffier, longer, darker.  My face is free of my current dwindling post-teen acne, and my eyelashes are long, with no glasses hiding my eyes.  I'm really pretty.


So I was in a house that was proportionately smaller than regular ones, with lower ceilings and such, as if meant for smaller people.  On the shelves in the bathroom is row upon row of tiny little vials of cologne and perfume.  I dab some on and head out.


I was heading for Washington DC on a class trip, but I was running very very late.  My father was rushing me; he was going to drive me there.  I finally get in the car, but as we drive along down the road, I realize that I left my MP3 player at home, and I'll be damned if I'm going on a trip without it.


In the midst of the adrenaline rush of I'm Going To Be Late and Please Stop Rushing Me, I found myself spiraling into a hopeless feeling.  I told him to stop the car through tears.  We had three minutes to get there one a drive that normally took fifteen and I just wanted to give up.


Notes:
Running behind / being late / missing the bus is a reoccurring theme of mine.  So is packing up things to move, in slow motion.  As in, clearing my desk to go to another class in slow motion.  In this case, it was getting ready in slow motion.  In reality, I am hardly ever late to anything, ever.  Number of days I've been late to work my entire life?  Two.  One due to weather, the other because my alarm didn't go off :X

I love Washington DC, btw.  Been there twice, both on class trips.  I guess that's where that probably came from.

Also, in my fiance's father's house is a bathroom with a lot of tiny cologne/perfume bottles on a shelf.

Snippets -
While dreaming, I remembered a flash of another dream I've had before.  Or did I?  Did the dream just make me believe I had dreamed it before, altering my memories themselves?
It was a restaurant in the deserts of Colorado, a tiny, tiny little hole in the wall in a strip of homely wooden shops.  There was a chill in the air, like Christmas wind.  Inside, the smell of breakfast.  This place was only big enough for a bar and five stools, and a couple tables at the end.  So, prop yourself up, the cider's almost done!


Notes:
Inside I feel like I have been to this place before in my dreams.  That I have been there with friends, or waiting for friends.  But have I really, or is it the dream... giving me false memories...  I remember this scene so vividly, but it does not exist, and I remember nothing else.

Immediately before bed - mac and cheese, spaghetti with (homemade) meatballs, cup of tea
(This is starting to make me realize I'm lucky to not be fat.  I always eat fattening food RIGHT before going to sleep!!)
Approx. sleep duration - 10 hours (9:45p - 8a)

The Squirrel, Amusement Park

In my workplace, I was walking through the bookshelves and saw a mouse run by.  Then, along the wall across from me, a squirrel was running around behind a bunch of books.


A blonde woman came with a roll of tape and asked me to help her catch the squirrel with the tape.  I told her it was animal cruelty and would rather hit myself in the face than tape down a squirrel.


So I picked up a sitting chair and bashed her upside the head with it.  Simultaneously, I had a vision of my sleeping self on the outside while committing the act.


Notes:
I have a lot of violent dreams, although I am not violent in real life.  :S  Not really.

I was riding this thing known as the Himalaya.  (You know the one.)

image source: http://www.italintl.com/

But instead of being loud and super fast, it was quiet and relaxing, like a merry-go-round.  My manfriend was riding it with me.  Very peacful.

Immediately before bed - ate a slice of beef bologna

An hour or so before bed - ate a slice of tiramisu and a couple cookies

(I'm noticing a pattern of eating fattening food before sleeping.)

Approx. sleep duration - 2 hours (1p - 3p)

The Impending Breakup, Good Luck Trying Not To Die!

Not much to say to preface these.  One of them was a little more violent than my normal dreams.  I don't really call something a 'nightmare' unless it really shakes me - my subconscious seems to think that a little fear is healthy and makes for a better dream.

So, unless I wake up afraid, to me, what might be a nightmare to others is just a bad dream to me.  Just to clarify!

So, these are both just bad dreams.  But two in one night!  No more soup before bed, perhaps?

A coworker of mine, Mark, and his longtime girlfriend, Angela, were sitting with me just chatting at cafeteria table.  They let it slip to me that Angela admitted recently to having cheated on Mark, and while he was doing his best to put up a good front, I could tell he was dying inside.  I told them as bluntly as I think I would have in real life, "You're done for.  You're going to break up.  Good luck."  I stood and walked off.


Notes:
Mark and Angela have a pretty good thing going.  They're been dating for forever and are pretty happy together, so far as I know.  I don't know why my brain would do this to them.

Sure, he can be a whiny guy, and he chose to stay here with her instead of move to Japan, but she makes him very happy, and she herself is ficken awesome.  Beautiful, cooks, cleans, super smart.  I apologize to them on behalf of my brain.

Super fun note time!  This is actually Mark, hahaha.

See, he's sweet.  lololol.

This one is patchy, so I'll just tell it like I remember it.  There was a place, kinda like a wildlife enclosure, but instead of enclosing wildlife, it enclosed danger of all sorts - traps, weapons, and other things to kill you.

It looked a lot like a prairie inside - long grasses.  The object of the game was to survive the time limit of ten minutes, and not many did.

I was the gate keeper who admitted people.  And the person who walked up to take the challenge?  Another coworker of mine |D  Her name is Jordan, and I just warned her to stay alive and let her in without much hesitation.

At the very end of the time limit, she caught fire.  The time ended right before she really started burning, so she won, lived, and was restored to normal.

Notes:

Jordan is a super sweet, super nice, bubbly happy intellectual girl.  She reminds me of Zooey Deschanel in looks, actually.  She's not a coward, but this didn't seem to fit her personality.  Maybe this spoke of her fighting an inner demon that seemed ungodly dangerous, but since she's a strong, capable woman, she'll overcome it.

Also, this is very similar to the plot of the anime series GANTZ.  People are given a time limit to defeat an alien while trying not to die.  When the time limit reaches zero or the alien has been annihilated, people are healed and returned to the real world via teleportation.

So, that's it for this time.  Hopefully I'll get something better.  I'm about to lie down for a nap right now, actually.  Since I got up at five in the fricken morning today.


Two and a half/maybe two hours before bed: drank water, ate vegetable soup and bread slices
Approx. sleep duration - 7.5 hours (9:30p - 5a) (which sucks, but someone has to brew the coffee for the pencil pushers.)

Mall Lolita, More Trains

It's very frustrating to wake up knowing you had a lot of dreams, but can only remember a couple, and the bare bones at that.  I might start sleeping with a dry erase board next to me or something so I can jot down key words throughout the night.

I have a theory that we only remember dreams that are really important to us.  Something really cool, painful, something that we really want to happen, contained a repetitive element, etc.  Cause I know none of the dreams I forgot were interesting.  No offense, forgotten dreams 8D

Anyway, here's what I was left with this morning:

I was in a lolita dress and wandering around a mall after it was closed.  There were other girls in dresses there as well, and we just ran around each other... giggling like ninnies and pulling on each other's bow strings (large bows ties around our waists) to undo them.

The dress was interesting, because it completely covered my arms and neck. Very formal, it felt like.  (Illustrations will start coming once I locate my tablet pen or have time to scan them in when I'm posting.)

Notes:

Last time I was actually shopping in a mall was at least three years ago, but I was just at the Opryland in Nashville to look at Christmas lights, so I believe driving by the abandoned mall might've twinged my nostalgia.  I used to go there on dates with my new-at-the-time-now-my-engaged-husband-to-be, but there was a flood that had crippled it.

I was goofing around with a fellow employ and undid her apron strings a few days ago in a similar fashion to in the dream.  We're such dorks.

I was in a train station, but it was humongous.  But, the strange thing about it was that it was in a doughnut shape - all the loading places just connected to each other, around in a circle.  It was a train station that did not take anyone anywhere, but was colossal.  The entire place was a rusted brick color, from the walls to the trains.  

I feel like I may have been trying to outrun someone there, and I was in a group with at least two other people.  We escaped by opening a hatch in a hidden corridor, leading outside to an empty, grassy field.

Notes:

I have recurring dreams about trains.  All types of trains.  It's been awhile since the last one, but it's a symbol I have yet to discover.  All dream translations books (which are complete rubbish, as it depends 100% on the dreamer's mind) say that it means 'traveling' or 'moving to a new destination' or 'moving forward' or something like that.

Guess what I'm not doing anytime soon.

So, that's it, nothing too out of the ordinary.  Final info time~

Within one hour of bed - drank water, ate pork and beans and two hotdogs (errrr thisiswhyI'mfat lololol) (not really.)

Approx. sleep duration - 9 hours.  10:30p - 7:45a

First post, lalalala.

So, I am starting up a e-log for dreams because I actually got support from people who'd want to read them and discuss dreams with me.  *flail*

My basic plan is just to record the interesting ones, but since I usually have at least two or three a night, this could get crazy.  But, I want to make this an open forum for dream discussions with anyone who wants to have long, philosophical ramblings about the ~*night theatre*~ hahaha.

Posts will be tagged based on content, age rating, and other factors I deem important.

The template is pink for reasons I can't figure out.  And warning, my dreams are RARELY child appropriate! Please read with discretion!

Okay, happy dreaming, first update in the next couple days!