comedic counseling

last night i hosted two dreams.

dream one: i was the leader of a cooking class that was actually a “how to break up with your boyfriend using tough love” class.  in some cases, in which the boyfriends were real douches, i would break up with them for the girls.

dream two: this dream was a lot of fun.  it was a giant party/comedy night with effie’s club follies and the improv asshole guys.  i know, that was more like reliving last saturday than a dream, but hey…my subconcious wants what it wants.

murder most foul?

i know that i shouldn’t watch murder mysteries before i go to bed. i know this. i really do.  but i did it anyway.  last night i watched the alphabed killer before going to sleep.  as a result, i had the following dream.*

i dreamed that my real life boyfriend and i were investigating a child murder case.  our investigation lead us to a church (sound familiar?). we were partners both professionally and personally. there was also another investigative team on the case and during their search, they discovered, somehow, that my partner/boyfriend and i were related.  this was unknown to us at the time.  what followed was the emotional fall-out that comes with discovering you are sleeping with a half-brother and how that emotion effected our ability to do our jobs (ie intense focus on the case, but broken down communication between partners).

*please note that the details are sketchy at best, because one can never fully remember dreams, just flickering images and the general feel.