give the girl a hand. or two.

so, it was a common halloween saying in my household (and the simpsons', apparently) that if you ate too much candy before going to bed, you'd be plagued with nightmares. i, being of robust constitution and dogged sweet tooth, never suffered particularly from that. halloween pleurisy, yes. halloween nightmares, no.

until this year, which seems like an unforgiveable irony, because on halloween eve i'd imbibed no sweet treats aside from a cocktail with dinner. and still i dreamt badly.

typically, my bad dreams fall into one of two categories: planes falling out of the sky and having my teeth fall out. i'm not sure why, but these are my recurring dreams. i have them so often that i don't even class them as nightmares anymore. beyond them, my dreams are rarely noteworthy. monday night, however, involved a bryce dallas howard lookalike offering me her dismembered hands if i would promise to wear them at my cuffs in addition to my own. which, for unknown reasons i did, only to be horrified when I tried to wash them and they began to disintegrate. how would i return them now?!

i think if i were to analyze the dream, it would have something to do with difficulty accepting help from others, or perhaps feeling inadequate to some task. i'm not sure. if i had a therapist, i suppose it would be a question for them. analysis? never really my strong suit. this is why i want to make pretty noises and pretty pictures for a living.

but i digress.

i know that reading about other people's dreams is typically a red flag signaling 'DANGER! BOREDOM AND NAVEL GAZING AHEAD', but i figure that dreaming about dessicated hands is just too gross not to share. and sharing, after all, is caring.