Junkies & A Sea Witch

I cam to the conclusion that I should journal my dreams.  I used to do this as a kid, and consequently I still remember some of my childhood dreams.  Also, the normal person spends 33% of their life sleeping.  And I sleep more than "the normal person."  So why not keep note of that huge chunk of my life spent sleeping?

That's the preface.

This is the dream from Wednesday night (caution: profanity):

It started with me at some kind of outdoor festival with Jett. I remember I was wearing a lavendar sarong draped loosely around me, and nothing else. A lot of the kids I knew in high school who were also into Schwagstock and the like were there.  Jessica and I were walking around at this festival, and I think I felt a little high.

For some reason a crowd of these people at the festival decided to move the festivities to my house, which I was not happy about. I retreated to my bedroom, which had become a combination, a mesh, of my bedroom and Jessica's old bedroom.  I started trying to pick up the room and organize, and said to myself, "I can't understand how someone could lIve in such a dirty room." I was having a hard time and was confused about putting away bracelets that were not mine.

One or two of the people who had invaded my house came in to the bedroom. I yelled at each one to get out of my house. I remember saying to someone, who seemed like more of a friend than just a part of the crowd, "they're all fucking junkies. I want them out of my house."

A song starts playing, and I hear someone say that they think it is a song from a Disney movie.  Disgusted, I specify to them that it is from the movie "Enchanted."

This transports me into a wooded outdoor area near a frozen stream. I'm with two other people. I can't remembered who, but I think one of them was my mother. I am Rapunzel from the movie "Tangled," for some reason.

We are looking for someone, a man. My prince charming, I expect. He is in danger and we have to rescue him. So we treacherously cross the frozen stream, narrowly escaping multiple cracks in the ice that gave way the freezing cold waters below.

We come to an oceanfront lined with sinister looking fortresses with towers atop them. The castles slope right into the sea.  Some being from the ocean directs us towards the second tower to find the man we are looking for.

We finally make it to that tower by traversing a great many floating docks and gangways only to realize that the sea creature was Ursula the sea witch from The Little Mermaid. She is swimming out towards a large barge, trident in hand. One of the people I'm with exclaims "she got that from the vice president!" We run in the direction of the barge...

That's all I remember. I know they're is more, because I remember waking myself up more than once by talking in my sleep. The only thing I can remember saying is "get off of me!" which I was yelling at my mother. She was pinning me down, which she hasn't been able to do since I was a kid.

I imagine that journaling dreams will make this blog much more bizarre...
Conclusion: I'm no longer a pseudo-hippy and I'm kind of snobby about it?  And I may have a slight Disney obsession.