Okay, so I had another - the wierdest dream ever last night. It started with Robin Williams and I walking down a cobblestone street somewhere in Europe. I was an older gentleman and I was a bit crazy. My hair was doing that white, fly-away-wizard type thing. Thing is, I was riding some sort of ball through the air. It was my thing. I had been practicing forever. Then, in front of a restaurant I finally got it. Needless to say Robin was delighted for me.

Well, then we went inside the restaurant and, somehow, I became his young daughter. He doted on me and we had this understanding because I was still me but I was a little girl. Therefore I was devilishly clever for a young girl, and I used it to my full advantage. Then, as we walked through this fancy restaurant, I was suddenly me again, but still Robin's daughter. Anyway, he was sardonically commenting on the food. He was talking about the lack of variety. "Oh, and you can go and get yourself a sausage with a side of... sausage!" I looked around and indeed, there were pans full of wursts on about every available surface. During this time looking around, I was imposed upon by some skinny, young, blond-headed boy. Those of you who know me know that this is the "type" I despise. They just make my skin crawl. Anyway, he was all over me - "in love" and so I fended him off.

We were then out in front of the only gas station in my hometown. Then the army pulled up. They came in these long trucks and were hauling some kind of scaffolding/silo type things. The first group that got into the station had one guy of their group unload by himself. He did so with very little trouble, even though these things were about 30 feet tall. The other groups pulling up had to have more people help when they unloaded theirs. Then, one fell and one guy caught it and put it gently down. "Wow, he's almost as strong as Bateman." Bateman, I wondered, and assumed that either there was a different Bateman or that they knew my brother. I walked among them and announced "Yup, Batemans are generally pretty tough." No one heard me.

Then I was at home. I woke up at about four o' clock and I thought I was awake for real. I was wondering whether I should just get up when someone walked up the stairs. Suddenly I realized that I lived with four other men and a women. I sat and talked with the straight fellow, who had come up the stairs. He, as I, was unclothed (I sleep in the nude). Anyway, we chatted for a bit and then someone else entered the room, also naked - but this was a boy I met about three months ago and had no interest in whatsoever. He sat on the bed and joined the conversation. Next, my nude (I don't really know what to call him - he'd be my arch-enemy if he were worth the time) "person-I-value-least-in-this-world" walked in and also sat on the bed. At this point, I realized that there was someone next to me under the covers. I had woken earlier that night and found him there, but was too asleep to really noticed and had fallen back asleep... It was the horrid skinny blond kid! I was utterly repulsed. "You do not enter my bed unless I invite you to my bed!" I told him, as sternly as one can tell these types of things. He gave me a look like "geez" and crawled out - also naked. I then had a conversation with the woman in the house, who was shirtless for some reason.

Anyway, this wasn't a sex dream, it was just wierd. Everyone was naked. The Robin Williams part was the best though. Somehowe I managed to be related to him in just about every way possible in one dream. Kudos to me!