i had a dream

that I learned the perfect swimming technique. I would raise my legs above the water and somehow this would propel me like some sort of power boost, which I used to my advantage as my enemies tried to capture me while I swam through my brain. Why does every dream I have involve me getting murdered, attempts of murder and chase sequences? Freud, please interpret. Anyways, not being much of a swimmer, my newly acquired knowledge of power haus swimming is quite useless, but made for some good dreaming.

Another interesting thought on dreaming, why do I still remember dreams I had years ago? I know some people don't dream at all, but I have multiple dreams every night (GO TO SLEEP brain, I command thee!). Maybe that is why I always wake up tired? Maybe grandma (me) needs to start going to bed at 9. Back to the point. I can remember a dream from when I was around four, about a tiger chasing (reoccurring theme!) me as I ran across rooftops, and there were oven mits hanging from the gutters. I'll confess, I probably remember this one because I woke up screaming, leaving quite the impression on my tiny adolescent mind. But these days I have dreams of being brutally murdered and hardly wince. What happened to me? There's some serious stuff going on in that noggin.

Other dreams I've been carrying around:

• I'm in an abandoned mansion, and ghosts keep following me. It's important to note I had a very sadistic mother who would force me to watch horror movies as a young child, and I developed a very irrational fear of ghosts (Oh, it was a shadow. I knew that. Who peed my bed?), aliens (They can't get you if you hide under your covers, close the blinds and keep EVERY light in your room on all night long), and murderous crazies. So, back to the mansion. I'm being followed by ghosts, sort of like in Super Mario Brothers 3, when you're in the castle and every time you turn your back on the ghostface he follows you and tries to touch you. Eeek! And then you turn to face him and you have a stare off, but no one ever wins. Then my mom is sitting in the mansion and I beg her to get the ghosties out of my face, but the ghosts have already captured her, and I'm stuck in a creepy dark mansion, probably about to be eaten by the ghosts, but I wake up! And I foil the ghosts eating of me plans.

• This dream of Dexter.

• I'm at my nana's house and I can see a bunch of people trying to steal my dog and stuff him into their van. I run out of the house and beat everyone up and take my dog back.

Only seven more hours until I go make some more dreams for your reading pleasure.