It's Electrifying

So this past weekend, Eric and I traveled down on the Chinatown bus to Philadelphia (pics and crazy stories to come). One of my favorite places that we visited was The Benjamin Franklin Museum of Science. I really enjoyed the exhibit on electricity and the human heart.

That night, I had a bit of a nightmare- so maybe I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought! Eric always laughs at all of the crazy dreams that I have. They usually involve bugs of some sort that are crawling on me- too much fear factor watching back in the day- and I always wake up screaming.

This particular dream involved people who had committed suicide by electrocuting themselves (Sorry about the morbidity of this post). I had to be the person that took one of them to the hospital. So I called 911 and the paramedics came. When they arrived to put the man in his body bag, his chest started to move and he opened his eyes. Talk about freaky, but it doesn't end there. I then turn my back and when I turn around the man is gone. We all start looking for him, that is until the neighborhood lights start to flicker. That's when we find him again. What didn't work the first time had know done the trick.

I wake up with the image of his face imprinted on my brain. Creepy, huh?

Does anyone analyze dreams? What does this mean?

To lighten this post up a bit, I'll tell you one of my funnier dreams that I had last week. I only remember it, because I was just drifting off to sleep and Eric was wide awake. I awoke to his laughter and he made me tell him what happened.

I was getting dinner ready to plate and serve. We were having mashed potatoes and gravy. I dotted the plate with potatoes and when I spooned up the gravy, a lizard swam by. Of course I jumped and that's when I woke up to Eric laughing.

What do these dreams mean?! I think I'm going crazy!