We All Have Dreams…

Hi readers!

My sister told me that she had a dream about me the other night. This got me thinking about dreams. As far as I know there are two kinds of dreams; the kind of dreams you have when you’re awake such as, “I’d like to travel the world” or “I hope to buy a house someday” or “I hope they invent a vodka that makes you lose weight”….that’s one of my  dreams any way.

Then, there are the dreams we have when we’re asleep , the kind my sister had. She said we were in the basement of the funeral home and I was wearing a hoodie with colored circles on it and had clown makeup on my face! There was a lot more detail to the dream like her telling my father “Dad, there’s something wrong with Cee.” Uhhhh…we know that already :D. Anyway, I am amazed when people remember details of their dreams because I never remember mine. Maybe three or four times a year I’ll remember part of a dream, which I don’t mind because let’s face it, dreams are bizarre! What the hell is your brain doing when you’re sleeping? Seriously, WTF is going on? How does someone you haven’t seen since kindergarten show up in your dream? And then your brain strings together these weird, sometimes scary, incidents together to make some fucked up story! What the hell is that?

Not a dream Kris!

Not a dream Kris!

My brother told me that he had a dream where his X-girlfriend from high school was working at a counter with one of those umbrella hats on and asked him if he wanted cheese fries. It turns out that earlier that day he had seen two people in a yard wearing those umbrella hats while gardening. Next thing you know, it’s part of a fast food uniform on some crazy broad’s head. Dreams are indeed bizarre!

You want some cheese fries?

You want some cheese fries?

But the REAL problem with people who remember their dreams is how they feel compelled to tell you the whole crazy, seemingly endless story. Now, let me make myself clear. If I’M in your dream, I am more than happy to listen to your story, in fact, that’s really the only way I would ever want to hear about your dream in the first place. Otherwise you’re telling me some stupid story that makes no sense, that didn’t really happen and that holds no interest whatsoever. (The obvious joke here is that Hollywood clearly makes movies from scripts that are written about some stupid dream some writer had). And I can’t believe that people have tried to study dreams in an attempt to figure out what they mean. There is NO WAY we will ever be able to figure out what the hell dreams are all about. Tons of books have been written on dream interpretation and we can really only guess why you were dreaming about falling off a roller coaster and why your fourth grade teacher was the security guard at your 12 year old nephew’s wedding but had really big teeth and a long wig made of spaghetti.  WTF??

Have you ever had a dream and woke up laughing? That’s the best!  It doesn’t happen to me often and of course, I can’t ever remember what was so hilarious but it’s so much fun to wake up like that. I wish I could wake up like that everyday. Instead I wake up to my alarm which is about as much fun as a hangover. And we won’t get into the alarm/hangover combo. That’s when I wish I was dead. But I don’t do the alarm/hangover combo very often anymore. I can’t. My job is too hard…which, by the way, is how I judge the difficulty of any job…whether or not I can do it with a hangover. Now that I think about, I’ve had a lot of easy jobs 😀

So what’s the point to all of this? NONE! I have no point, just like dreams have no point. Dreams are just our brains doing weird shit coming from our subconscious I guess. What do I know? I don’t even remember my dreams for chrissake. Oh wait, yes, I do have a point. Unless I’m in your dreams, I don’t want to hear about them. Your asleep dreams that is. The ones we have when we’re awake are the best dreams. At least some of those make sense. For example, a vodka that makes you lose weight?? That’s a great dream! That makes sense. That’s something we can all get behind. Or a dream you have to do this or that or become something different or achieve a big goal of some sort? Sure, tell me.  I wouldn’t mind hearing that! But don’t bring me your bizarre subconscious bullshit. I’m not interested. I have better things to do than to listen to listen to your weird crap.

Besides, I think the dreams we have when we’re awake are the ones that matter anyway. You know the saying, “Never give up on your dreams.” I believe that wholeheartedly. Unless of course, you’re wearing an umbrella hat in your dream…then give up immediately.

Have a nice day 😀

About Death To Hollywood

My name is Celeste Donohue and I am a writer/comedian who started this blog to tell stories about my life growing up in a funeral home and my adult life which I have spent in Hollywood, California – hence the name, “Death To Hollywood”. Hopefully, you like to read those kinds of stories. If not, go read something serious and boring.....
This entry was posted in death, family, funeral home, Hollywood and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to We All Have Dreams…

  1. Kris says:

    Hahahaha!! That picture of you was quite accurate:) Lots of lipstick, blue eye shadow, blonde hair( slightly shorter) and a white hoodie with cloud shapes in different colors….
    Dreams are very strange and I remember all of mine.
    Now, pass the cheese fries 🙂

  2. Josephine says:

    I would invest in that vodka!

    But I must confess I am one of those who tells my dreams. Mr. Josephine doesn’t mind because they are really like little stories. I have really, really complicated dreams with lots and lots of detail and while they don’t hang together for every little thing, still some of them do make a lot of sense and are like little movies.

    But now that I know how you feel, I won’t inflict them on you, I promise!

  3. emelles says:

    LOVE your blog!! Keep up the great work!!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s