Dreamworld

Last night I had an interesting dream about Coachella. I was at the festival and there happened to be this place with a giant glass window, through which you could see kittens with their mom. My friend happened to have taken one of these kittens to some band’s set, and was holding it up to see/dance. Then the kitten got scared and jumped free into the crowd. I panicked and called my friend out on putting this little kitten in danger, certain the little guy was going to be squished by all of the dancing feet. When I walked back to the window where all the kittens could be seen, the little kitten that I had assumed was squished was sitting in front of it, but he was wearing this red felt outfit thing that had appeared to protect him from the crowd. It began to disappear as I placed him back in the little room with his mother.
This dream was absolutely horrifying. Not only were there kittens in danger, I was missing the Vampire Weekend set because my boyfriend wouldn’t answer his phone, nor did he or my sister call me to tell me they were on in the first place. So I ended up hanging out with the one friend I didn’t want to hang out with because I knew she would be on drugs, but she wasn’t and we just talked sh*t about everybody that was bothering me.
As you can see, I’ve been having very strange dreams lately. In some I design things like jewelry or dresses or headbands. The worst part of those dreams is waking up and realizing that my creations don’t exist. In others I’m drowning in homework. My most recent homework dream involved me being in Utah and getting a rolling bookshelf full of books delivered to me, which, in my dream world, was an event that happened to every college student.
In one dream that I had the other night, I realized at the end that throughout the entire dream I was drugged out in an insane asylum. Needless to say, I woke up terrified, but happy that I wasn’t trapped in a crazyhouse.
What I really want to know is why in the world am I having these dreams?! I can’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I’m about to bring back my old habit of playing a bedtime playlist to make the whole process of falling asleep more peaceful, since my brain obviously feels the need to torture me as I toss and turn the night away. Only this time, my sleep playlist will consist of something other than Ben Gibbard and Elliott Smith.
Another solution could be to stop watching episodes of “LOST” online before I go to bed. Or to stop looking at CuteOverload.com before bed while listening to bands that are set to play at Coachella this year. Or maybe I just need to stop taking Tylenol PM. Or MAYBE it’s nothing I can control and I’ll just have to suffer through the night until I can relay my dreams in the morning, when I realize they aren’t real. No matter what I do, at least I’m given something to write about.