My dreams are weird.

First of all, I'd like to thank the collective internet community for the great outpouring of support for "The Nine Shifts: A triumph: The Clayton Sontheimer Story." I'm glad that my continued search for awesomeness was appreciated. A nurse at the hospital told me that she showed her mom the updates and that her mom would always ask to see what happened next. And a co-worker said her husband, whom I've never met, also was a fan. It truly was a magical time in my life and I'm glad I could share it with lots of people I don't know.

So I'm back in action here in the hospital, no worse for the wear. I'm on call which means, of course, that its time to update the blog. For this entry, I decided to search the archives of my google mail account and pull out past dreams. I used to email a friend of mine about my dreams hoping that she would be able to find some meaning in them. In the end, there was no meaning, only frightening randomness. I think most of these dreams come from mid-2007. As they say, it was a good year for dreams.

1. I had a dream that I was on a bridge with balloons full of almonds floating above and I tried to pole vault high enough to get the balloons but couldn't so I decided to try to build a robot to try to get the balloons.

2: I dreamt that I kept doing yardwork in this big field next to a warehouse where people were shooting guns at each other. I had to do yardwork everyday, and for a few days, I would daily find a sick baby in the field. They were typically pretty bad off -- one had a kidney problem, some were malnourished, and they were all abandoned. Each day I'd turn the baby into the authorities (though I'm not sure exactly who handles babies found in fields). One day I decide that if I find another baby in the field, I'm going to adopt him/her. So that day I'm doing yardwork and I find this baby in the field. The baby is about to die so I jump into action and save the baby's life and then adopt it. I didn't really fill any paper-work out or anything but just kept the baby. It was a little girl and I called her Kris, short for Kristin. All of my family and friends were really supportive of me adopting this kid. My mom came and was helping out and teaching me what to do. I remember having some misgivings as I'm pretty busy and don't know if I should adopt a baby but thought that I'd already made a commitment and was going to stick with it. Also, this all took place during the first day of a conference and I didn't really get to do much since I was busy with yardwork and adopting babies. I also remember thinking that I'll have to figure out how to date women while being a good father in a single-parent home.

3: I'm in a classroom but not the actual teacher. The teacher writes the word pirates on the board. I interrupt and say she wrote it wrong. I proceed to take the dry erase marker and make a skull and cross bones as the dot above the "i". Then, I erase the r and write R really stinking huge while making an "RRRRR" pirate sound. Nobody laughs at all and I get confused because both in my dream and in real life think its a freakin' hilarious joke.

And there you have it, a brief yet harrowing look into my psyche. And its full of almonds and pirates.