All these posts about dreams made me want to write about a recurring dream I have been having. I’m warning you right now… it does not make any sense. If you’re one of those people who has dream book and likes to analyze dreams… go ahead and analyze this one because part of me really wants to find out what it means! If this was any old dream that I have once and its gone, I wouldn’t care but I’ve had it three nights in a row! It’s messed…

So the dream begins on a beautiful island. It is filled with gorgeous trees, beautiful flowers and birds, and endless sunshine. All of my friends and family live on the island with me and we seem really happy to be there. The really cool thing about this island is that it is magically protected (seriously). Only people who are ‘meant’ to be there can be, and I’m pretty sure it’s like ‘MY’ island so only the people that I want to be around can actually live on this island. If anyone else tries to get inside, they get shot back out and magically transported to their hometown. Say for example Jake Scott and Scott Futher (who I don’t want on my island ever) decided to try and come for a visit, they would get shot back to Wellesley. Just kidding you guys are on my island . Anyways… back to the actual island. It’s impossible to get into. Or so I thought…
So everyone on the island is grouped for dinner in the dining hall, and all of a sudden three Mexican drug smugglers magically appear in the dining hall. Everyone gets down on the ground and they kidnap me.
They take me to the middle of the desert and make me run around barefoot as they shoot the ground behind me, so that I run faster. Then they open up a vortex (yeah) and out come like 150 Mexican drug smugglers, into the middle of the desert. Then, the three magical ones set up a feast for them and create a cage out of thin air, and put me in it. I watch them eat and listen intently to their conversation. Somehow, I understood spanish. The Mexicans were convinced I didn’t understand it so they spoke freely about their plans. Apparently, I was the only one holding the magical protection over the island and only the three magical mexicans could get in and out. I guess the island is covered in plants that can be used to make some futuristic drug called ‘Salmanko’ (yeah, I don’t know why), and they can’t get to the plant unless I am off of the island. So they are planning to infiltrate the island now that my magical hold is not there, kill all my friends and family and take over the island and begin producing ‘Salmanko’. That’s really all I heard from the conversation but it was enough to put a fire under me. I knew I needed to save my family and friends.
In the middle of the night when all the Mexicans were sleeping, a spirit – the spirit of my mother (I guess she is dead in this dream) – comes to me and tells me that I have the magical ability to mentally communicate with someone on the island. Problem is, she doesn’t know who it is and I am supposed to ‘find the spiritual connection’. So all night, I’m searching for this ‘connection’. I try to talk with the likely people: my boyfriend, my best friends, and my aunt. However, I can’t communicate with any of these people. I try all night long, and go through every single person that I know is on the island, and can’t seem to find a connection with any of them. As the sun was rising and I’m beginning to lose hope, I remembered about the exile. On the island there’s one person who I originally planted on the island but decided he wasn’t worthy… so instead of sending him back home I exiled him. The exile is my dad, which I’m sure has some sort of symbolic meaning… but anyways. I try to contact him and somehow manage to make a connection with him. I tell him all about the Three Magical Mexicans and their plans to take over the island. I end up leaving the fate of my island in his hands. I don’t know what he does or how he does it, but the next thing that happens in the dream is the battle. I suppose he got everyone together for the battle with the Mexicans, and managed to get guns and swords. I’m not involved in the battle as I am still stuck in my cage in the desert… but I watch the battle through my father’s eyes and somehow none of my friends or family get hurt. So next thing I know all the Mexicans are dead and I’m back on the island and my dad isn’t in exile anymore. The witch who cast the protection spell over the island increases its strength and we cut down all the Salmanko plants and put them in the ocean so that no one can ever get addicted to this drug.

Wierd… I know.