crazy dream

i woke up at 4:45 this morning with this dream lingering in my head. i thought it was strange and i was wide awake, so i decided to type it out. This is what i wrote, unedited:

i had a dream about a man of reasonable stature, blonde hair in a bowl cut, and round glasses.

when he was young, he received a gift that changed the course of his short life. a rubix cube. The first time he solved it, it took him 2 hours. as he got better and better, he decided to enter a contest. when he entered, he felt sure that he could win, not because he could solve the cube quickly, but because he was the only entry. that is, until the phone rang.

a man named Dr. Erik Johnson was on the line and he had his rubix cube and a timer ready to challenge anyone who was willing. Our friend was willing. he lost. Erik was kind and gracious to him, but this incident spurred him on to pursue excellence in everything that he did, even the rubix cube.

He continued to practice the puzzle, all the while he was excelling academically. He graduated early and went on to attended medical school, inspired to pursue neuroscience and brain surgery by his friend and challenger Dr. Erik Johnson. During this time, they had developed a correspondence and friendly rivalry, and finally one year, with his yellow timer ticking the moments by, he beat Dr. Johnson’s time on the cube. “done.” he said as witnesses watched on in amazement.

the year he graduated from medical school was the same year they noticed the spot in his brain. all his work and studies had made him aware of just what his prognosis was, and he refused treatment.

the day he died, Dr. Johnson was in surgery. Upon completion he received a one word message from his friend. “done.”

The last week of his life he had made a journal entry for each day. a drawing of a different organ, each one in a different color. just like his cube.

i wish i was sleeping

i have been having trouble sleeping lately, so in honor of my insomnia, i thought that i would take this late night opportunity to share one of my dreams with you. i have pretty detailed, movie like dreams, so don't be too scared, it won't be that bad, i promise.

So i had this dream that i was Cinderella (weird i know), i was under the rule of my step-mother and step-sisters, but i had managed to escape after i found out that there was a possibility that my father was still alive, but under a spell.

One of my step-sisters was a pop-star, or an aspiring pop-star and they were very upset that i was not there to cook for them. In anticipation of this, i had baked a lot of cookies to tide them over. Now when i say a lot of cookies, i mean there were cookies over every inch of surface area in our very large kitchen. (i have no idea what this has to do with anything)

i was running away, but i did not have any sort of plan or anywhere to go. i was lost and confused when a guy with crazy hair driving a cart/buggy picked me up. We talked for a while and really started to hit it off, he told me that he could take me to meet the Prince- my dream (duh, i am Cinderella, remember?) and that he knew the Prince's secret palace. i knew that if i could just meet the prince, then i could get to my happily ever after. As i talked to the cart-driver it came up that i was just a maid-servant in my home. He started to act really weird and make judgments about me, and i was like "this is coming from a cart-driver?" he paused and said "good point" He was surprised then to find out who my Father was because he did not know that my Father had a daughter (besides his step-daughters)

We arrived at the secret Palace and it was everything that you would imagine a secret palace would be, it was hidden in the forest and full of magic.

i have written here that i don't know who i am- as in not Cinderella anymore, but someone's daughter, or someone rescued

i was trying to get ready for the Ball, but i did not have the right clothes but if i just imagined or believed, then i could have new clothes on, but they did not seem to be getting better, i was trying to visualize the outfit i wanted to wear, but i did not have enough self-esteem for the magic to work well.

But here is the cool part, i do get to meet the Prince, but it turns out, i already know him, and he already likes me. He was in disguise as the cart-driver the whole time.

Wouldn't you love to sleep if you had dreams like this?

me too