Everyone dreams. Most people have odd dreams. Me? Every now and again my brain throws up. No, seriously. Brainus vomitus. I am almost positive its a medical condition. No one right dreams the shit that I do.
I have some of the oddest dreams that I know of. Sometimes they are violent, most of the time they are just strange. For example, last night’s gem:

I was an extra/actor for a movie being filmed somewhere near a giant rain forest. Large plants. Lots of flying bugs. Misty rain. The occasional dinosaur.
I was waiting in line to get my make up done and watching all the other folks get there’s done. D was there. They had just put the finishing touches on his getup: Skin-tight silver body suit. Big giant goth-dark, rainbow clown afro. With sparkles.Big shiny ones. Makeup like those assholes in that show, Cats; or Lion-o meets Naruto and they have a love-child and that child goes out for Broadway.* He looked deeply disgusted and was yanking off the wig when I woke up.

* – no, not kidding. Jesus, what is WRONG with me?