Cloud surfing

Ever since I was a small child, I've had extremely vivid, realistic dreams. I can still remember some of the ones I had as a kid, bizarre as they were. And that's the thing about my dreams: they are WEIRD. We're not just talking your normal I-was-taking-a-science-test-in-high-school-naked weird. More like did-I-take-a-hit-of-acid-before-I-went-to-bed-? weird. THAT weird. The details that I can remember are insane. My dreams are very colorful, I can hear things, and I can physically FEEL things. You know the flying dream that everyone has? Well, I've had that dream, and let me tell you, that dream rocks. Because I can feel the air on my arms as I'm flying. It's pretty sick.

When I've asked friends and family members what their dreams are like, I invariably get "Oh, uh, I'm not really sure. I don't really remember my dreams." You what?! How can you not remember them? They're so freaking WEIRD!! This leads me to believe that I'm abnormal and have dream issues. Add it to the list.

Anyway, one of the weirder dreams I've had in awhile (and that's saying something) occured two nights ago. In my dream, I was traveling somewhere via airplane with tons of other people. Nearly every seat was filled. And this was no normal airplane--it was gigantic. We're talking at least 40 rows here, front to back. And the rows were approximately 6-7 seats long on the right side, and then there was an aisle, and then there were 2-3 more seats on the left side (see, what'd I tell you about those details?). So, we're flying along contentedly AT A 45 DEGREE DOWNWARD ANGLE, which isn't weird at all, nope, not weird at all, when what was known in my dream as the "cloud surfing" began. So called because passengers on the plane would literally surf the seats of the plane while we were flying. In my dream, I looked behind me and up (because we were at a 45-degree downward angle), and people were standing up in their seats, taking a step between the shoulders of the two seats in front of them and then somehow sliding on their feet, standing up, from the back of the plane to the front of the plane in a straight line on the backs of the seats in all the rows in front of them (are you understanding this? It's kind of hard to describe). And the thing was, this was totally normal in my dream. I remember thinking, "God, I wish they wouldn't do that, it's so annoying." And the annoying thing was that if you happened to be in the path of one of the cloud surfers, they would totally TAKE YOU OUT. I mean, you'd be done. Done! If you didn't die, you'd be severely injured. This is because to go from the back of the plane to the front of the plane at that kind of angle meant that the cloud surfers picked up an incredible amount of speed as they went. By the time they got towards the front, they were going 50-60 miles an hour. And having any moving object going that fast hit you is not going to feel good.

Other problems with this "sport" were that sometimes the cloud surfers would get their foot caught between two seats on their way down, and they would get totally mangled and break the foot. Plus, once they got to the front of the plane, they would just slam into the door to the cock pit, and one guy actually died in my dream from this. I remember that I had brough three blankets with me, one being gray and polar fleeced (there we go with the details again), and once I saw the cloud surfers start with their crazy cloud surfing antics, I grabbed my blankets, got down on the floor, and threw them over myself as if to sheild myself from getting hit.

That's when I woke up.

And you though acid trips were weird.