dreams are weird. #2

so, it would seem, from my dreams, that i have some anxiety. but gosh i feel great. seriously i don't feel stressed at all...but check out these whacked out dreams.

#1 3 nights ago:

i had a dream i was getting married. and i totally didn't want to marry this guy. [and for the record i have no idea who the guy was]. anyways, i just knew it wasn't right and i was freaking out. i was in the fellowship hall of lakeview where i reception would be. which is hilarious in theory cause 1. i don't want to EVER have my reception there. i want to DANCE. and for some reason...well never mind. also i remember having this terrible dress on that had like a fish net waist. yeah. hideous. hahaha. i remember in my dream looking in this mirror and thinking, what the crap was i thinking?! i can't wear this! i can't marry this guy! and basically the whole dream was me agonizing over the fact that if i told him no that meant everyone inside the sanctuary and who helped set up and prepare would have so many questions! and feel like i used them and wasted their times. but this was a huge decision. in my dream i was freaking out cause it was either disappoint everyone and break it off. or just go through with it. i had and 8 minute football play clock counting down until i had to walk down the aisle. woke up as i was watching it tick and thinking of my monstrous dilemma.

dream #2: myself along with a few others were riding in our van...in Saudi...yeah have no idea why. but anyways, we get hijacked and kidnapped. they tie my hands up with robe and tie me to a tree once we at their base. and by "their" i have no idea who i'm referring too. i guess someone who was mad from all the stuff in the news about those peeps in FL. haha. so anyways, i'm tied to a tree while the others are tied a good distance away. while the guards are preoccupied trying to get a fire in the desert to start(yeah, weird, i know), i wiggle lose and with my heart racing and adrenaline going i get the others untied as we make a run for it to the closest vehicle and high tale it out of there. i remember driving cause the people with me were hysterical. i drove all the way to the closest border, which in my dream wasn't jordan, but iraq. (?). as soon as i crossed over i called my security guy and just started sobbing that i had just escaped from my kidnappers and trying to process what had happened then i woke up.

yeah. i gotta stop reading the news. but i LOVE THE NEWS. ah.