I can't help what I dream. Lately I've been having these craaazy totally random dreams.
Last night I dreamed that I was in President Obama's cabinet, appointed as his Vice President, but I knew nothing about politics. Well at least that part of the dream was true. I had to sit and check boxes on a piece of scratch paper as to whether to pass these Bills or not. The whole thing seemed to depend on me, but I kept fudging up the boxes, getting them in the wrong order and this chick cabinet member sitting beside me kept giving me shit, saying I was going to screw up the whole world if I didn't smarten up.
The other night I dreamed about a blogger buddy of mine and we were trying our darndest to build a door to this totally awesome secret tunnel underneath a house that was partly old shack/partly mansion. I thought I was doing so well with it till the judges came around and gave me 2 out of 10. Not fair. The dream led to some sort of intimate yet not intimate sequence and then ultimately back to the door again before I was spattered in ketchup and served on a platter to a table surrounded by people who were all Capricorns.
At least mine haven't been quite as strange as my sisters. She had one featuring me with a Great Dane ... and I'm NOT telling you what she dreamed I was up to in that one!