I had a really weird dream last night. It was almost like I had a remote and switching back and forth between the different "story lines". I could remember at least 3 different stories, each of them distinct. I'll try to share them.

In one world, I was a model at a runway show. It was a weird show for a combined formal wear/sleep wear line. I would be wearing a combined tuxedo/pajamas version, or a suit with a bed cap. I do remember wearing my sleeping mask at certain points, and apparently surviving the catwalk with it on.

Snippets of me going through outfits, trading stories with the other models, and walking the gauntlet of photographers would get interrupted whenever I'd "flip" and go to a different "channel". But nothing much happened in this story - not even a heroin-addicted hermaphrodite model going berserk on the runway.

A more interesting story was the one where I was part of a boot camp for what seemed to be either a SWAT division or for a search-and-rescue operation - think less this and more of this. It was pretty grueling, and I could remember it  being really tough and emotionally painful - we had a deadline to aim for, as there was a Big Occurence of Ominous Proportions looming on the horizon, and we would have to finish our training before that happened. I also think we were going to be the last squad trained, ever. Sadly, this dream did not go on as long as I wished it would... sigh.

The last dream was really weird. I was both a fitness instructor/gym trainer - and a TV personality making a recruitment video for the Army. I guess I was that popular?

These dreams are interesting - all of them showed me doing stuff I would never consider as serious career prospects in real life. These were all very, very physical work that didn't have much writing or talking involved - and all of these put great emphasis on my physical condition too, which is something my ego and laziness would probably have trouble with.

I guess somewhere in another universe is a male model, or an emergency service specialist, or TV's most popular fitness expert, wondering what would've happened if they stayed in college instead of dropping out?

I dreamt I was on a Star Trek-ish space station. I was part of the permanent crew stationed on the ship. A ship had come in which had mutinied, and they took over the space station as well, putting most of the crewmen in holding (along with their crewmates who they had ejected) and left a skeleton crew running the space station.

However, thanks to sabotage on our side, they were unable to leave the space station, and had to spend time for repairs. I began to bond with a pregnant officer from the mutineering ship, and soon we were getting pretty intimate.

But I was also part of an operation from the people in the holding cells to re-take the station. Thanks to some Spock-y kungfu and really awful/awesome Kirk overacting, we were able to stop the mutineer leader's evil plan of switching bodies with the officers in the holding cells and letting them take the punishment.

And then it turns out that the reason why the mutineers were able to successfully take over the ship and the space station in the first place was thanks to the help of the girl I was sleeping with. Whether she was aware that she was helping them or not, she got arrested as well for her complicity in the whole mess. Bonus points, the baby she was carrying was fathered by the right-hand man of the mutineer leader.

This is the part where I woke up.

... can someone repair them for me?

I had the most frustratingly realistic dream last night.

I went on a road trip with some friends, along with someone who I had dated for some time but never got anywhere with. We spent the trip seated together in a very cramped car, then we shared a room in an inn together, and had much fun with the sights, the sounds.

AND ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED, JUST LIKE IN REAL LIFE. No sex, no relationship upgrade, not even drunken fumbling around in a dark parking lot.

Sheesh, even further proof that my brain hates me.

The other night I had one of those J-horror style nightmares, where a vengeful ghost decides to go on a murderous rampage and start killing people just because they died by getting hit with a flying cat or something just as pointless.

It was horrible. I was stuck on the outside of a building, and trying to get inside it, and I could hear my loved ones being murdered slowly inside by the ghost. After finishing with them, the ghost came out and started going after me, and was killing all the passersby who got in between us while I could only run away.

Finally it caught me. Then it killed me.

Man, my dreams are such downers, aren't they?