Chelsea in Wonderland

Lately I have been having really vivid dreams, some shocking, some pleasant, all of them interesting. This morning I woke up from a dream about a magic tree. I’m not exactly sure what the tree specialized in, but it just fixed everything. In the beginning of the dream there was a flashback to these Mayans or Inca people who discovered the magic trees hidden in a vast forest and discovered their powers but kept them secret. Then, in real time, I discovered their powers. I some how obtained the knowledge of the ancient history of the tree and I would rub my hands on the flowers and red leaves of the tree and just fix things. I can’t remember all that I did but I distinctly remember making a little sprout in the ground grow into a large beautiful tree and there was a sad, little autistic girl whose hair wouldn’t grow. I rubbed my hands on the pollen of the tree and then rubbed her head and she grew a full head of hair and the color in her face returned to her cheeks and she had a big smile on her face.

Now that I write this dream out, it sounds much less appealing than when I actually dreamt it, but I can assure you it was really amazing. I have a tendency to look up my dream meanings too, because they end up being sort of accurate, and from what I’ve read, my dream translates that in order to flourish and grow, I need a new approach in life -  which honestly is believable with how things have been playing out lately.

Anyway, I’m totally supposed to be working right now, so I should probably get to that. Lataaah ;]

Oh & p.s., I saw Adventureland last night .. not so good. There was an interesting plot line, and I love Kristen Stewart, but I expected it to be funnier than it was. I think they were playing on the humor of akwardness, which kind of worked for them but was often played out uncomfortably. I don’t know, maybe my sense of humor just sucks.