I have been known to have weird dreams. No mom, I am not pregnant. When I was little I had a recurring dream of being stuck in the Wizard of Oz and it wasn’t a happy Oz. For some reason I was in a coffin and I couldn’t get out. Clicking my heels didn’t work. That is probably why I have an uneasiness towards coffins.

I also had a dream that my aunt died. We were at a house for the memorial service and for some reason her dead body was lying on a bed in one of the bedrooms. The weirdest part is she was also hovering around the house, from about her knees up, talking to people. Just so you know, my aunt is well and alive. When I told her about my dream she didn’t find it very amusing. (Note to self: Keep weird dreams of hovering dead aunts to yourself.)  Come to think of it, I had this dream more than once as well.

I know what you are thinking. I dream about death too much. Its not true. Last night I had a dream I was on Surviver and I made it to the final 2. We were on some stage like at the end when they get everyone together to read the final vote. Jeff Probst was about to read the votes when he said that they were going to do it differently this time. The 2 finalists had to compete in challenges and whoever won the most would win the million dollars. In the crowd were my family and a whole bunch of people from my past. I don’t remember what the first 2 challenges were, but I do remember that I won both of them. I was about to compete in the the 3rd challenge, which I knew would be a piece of cake, when I woke up. I was a little bummed. I wanted to know how it ended. I’m sure I won the 3rd challenge and got the million dollars. Its my dream. I can end it however I want.