Cocoa Puffs

In other words, I'm coocoo!

So I've been staying at home most of the time watching TV with my cat since Patrick left on Monday. I'm contemplating going out and being social but something in my stomach seems to prevent me from going all gung ho on that idea. It's not that I want a new boyfriend or anything but there's nothing inside of me that really wants to see any men in a romantic light.

I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamed I woke up and went outside to see a bunch of Redbox machines lined up in my driveway. There had to have been about 20 of them out there all with cardboard "Out of Order" signs. As I weaved my way through the machines I saw racks of movies on display, titles I'd never heard of. I began to take certain movies that caught my interest. And then I was standing in a grocery store and started picking up things from there, looking for specific items. My basket was full and I saw my dad playing poker in the middle of the store.

I kept searching for things, moving all over this gargantuan store. And then somehow found more and more things to go back and look for. After a long time of looking among all these people I ended up leaving the store and ending up in downtown Anaheim. Disneyland was there and that's where I went but it was different than it was supposed to be. I wandered around and things were dark, creepy. Near the entrance I saw a group of puppets. They were small, and working hard on something. I got the feeling they were enslaved by the park and totally willing to make someone else pay for it.

I ran away and got on a ride. They sat this prince beside me and it was a huge deal! He was cute in a blond haired - blue eyed kind of way and we seemed to have a lot in common. We were getting along just fine, finding ourselves attracted to eachother when he reaches over and bites my neck. While he's going all vampire on me I'm torn between the pain and pleasure of it all. His parents are frantic, telling him it's too soon or something and disapproving of me. We get off the ride and run for it, ending up back in downtown Anaheim at a mall. It's huge and reminds me of New York.

We duck through the crowd and I know my neck is bruised if not bleeding but no one seems to notice. I'm breathless and ask to stop a while. We rest and he looks at me. I reach out to hug him and he falls on me again, biting my neck and draining my blood. I'm scared and excited and confused all at once. I ask him why he's doing this and he tells me that he's found his mate. That word caught my attention, mate. Reminds me of a dog or something. I ask him if he's found a mate why he's doing this, biting my neck. He tells me that it's the only way to combine our souls forever.

Then my alarm clock went off. I'm sure Dr. Freud would have a field day with this dream but I think its indicative of the two main sources of thought I've had lately: my lack of men and love and Angel the TV show. *sigh* I need a life.

Day 28 - 337 Days to Go