Imagination

I have such an amusing imagination. Since Rayne has been set free from the mental hospital I've had some pretty crazy dreams that usually don't occur unless he is sleeping beside me or in the same room. I think the crazy is rubbing off on me. Anyways...... My first dream is a little bit harder to recall because it occurred two days ago. My memory always fades with time with my dreams but I remember the basic points. For some reason this dream took place on a bus at first. We are traveling down the road, by we I mean Rayne, Aya, and myself. Rayne tells us he has to take us somewhere important. We pull up to a huge building. If I remember right it reminded me of some sort of castle but I am not certain but I remember the flowers. So many flowers. We head into this building and I loose Aya and Rayne what seems like almost immediately. I stop and lean against a locker of some sort but I feel it moving and slowly it begins to fall on me. I stop it tho and let it slam down and hear it echo off the marble stone around me. I keep moving and finally find a room with Rayne and Aya consulting some sort of bald man. He reminded me of Dr. Evil off of Austin Powers. Rayne and Aya turn and tell me to follow and as I turn I say good bye to the bald man. He screams at me. I do not remember what but he was screaming at me and all I could do was stare at him as he backs away into a mist. I follow Rayne. Aya seems to have disappeared. I stand in front of two huge silver doors. Rayne turns and says to me it's time you meet someone. Poof my mom throws my guinea pig on me and my dream is ruined. Not sure what to think of it but we shall see. The other dream I remember even less bits and pieces. It appears that there was a mass network of tunnels that Rayne used to come meet me in secret. I remember our first meeting when he surprised me as he magically appeared in my basement. He gave me such a warm embrace. After that my dream was filled with hiding him from my family and my mom threatening to castrate him if she found him.

I think a dream journal would be a good thing for me to do just to keep track of this strangeness. I guess having vivid dreams sometimes is the best entertainment.