cold medicine --> effed up dreams...

first, there was the one about my needing a haircut and getting a complete makeover, including new contact lenses that didn't just sit on the surface of my eyes, but wrapped around the eye, and were shaped like tiny, transparent lasagna noodles. and somehow i was trying to network to get my old roommate a job with the woman who cuts my hair. p.s., my old roommate is not a hair stylist.

second, there was the one about this great plan i had to orchestrate everyone singing "we are the world" during the chicago marathon. now, i know nothing about the chicago marathon, nor can i logically link its signficance to "we are the world", but in my dream, things started as a local community theater production of a dramatization of "we are the world", then progressed to a glass train-car/elevator (like the wonka-vator) trip through chicago to strategize the effort. there were signs, painstakingly placed individuals along the route, runners, prompters, people who would hand out cups of water and lyric sheets, and jumbotrons. and it all culminated in this run up some iconic chicago bridge where everyone would be singing "we are the world, we are the children, we are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving..." in unison while they ran together up and over the bridge, with scenic lake michigan in the background, and down to the finish line of the marathon. ah, utopia...

what. the. fuck. (?!)

also, a couple of nights ago, i dreamt that caitlin, my little sis, was a weeble (as in "weebles wobble but they don't fall down") and she was adorable and small. and swaddled in a blue fleece blanket and hat, so she looked kinda like a triangular/egg-shaped doll. and i had to take care of her no matter what.