It started off with a dream taking place in the forest, a familiar mountain biking place it seemed, and in fact I was looking for “new trails.” At that time, I spotted a Zebra right there lounging about looking way out of place in a forest. The Zebra saw me and slowly began to approach me, in a feral, menacing way. I freaked and ran. The Zebra freaked and chased me. It was horrible to be chased by a Zebra.

Of course I thought the next morning about what it means to have a zebra lurking around menacingly in your subconscious. This site says:

To dream of a zebra, denotes that you will be interested in varying and fleeting enterprises.

Awesome. Tell me something I don’t already know.

Last night I had a couple of odd ones. First was a variation on the supernatural powers dreams I often have. Usually I am a vampire in these dreams, which I prefer, because I have always preferred sexy, powerful vampires to the rest of the mundane supernatural folk. Well, last night, I was some kind of warlock dude in training. I don’t like the “in training” dreams so much because I don’t have unlimited powers. I could fly, and had superhuman strength, but all these abilities were shaky, like the Greatest American Hero. I would often fall or just drop when flying. There was some woman that was after me, and she was pure evil, and we battled at some point, but mostly I think I tried to escape when we encountered one another. I was no match, and damn, she was EVIL. I think she might have been “undead.” There were other evil folks, and I think I killed some of them, but I do remember it was hard to die… So someone you think you killed was just temporarily out and would be real pissed when they found you later. Everything seemed to take place in old theatres.

In the third dream I was either the new front man for Coldplay, or I was Chris Martin. Either way it’s a lame dream, I know. I was walking down the street with an acoustic guitar playing their latest hit single and people were following me around singing along, like that U2 video. Jeez, you’ d think I want to be a rock star or something, but I really don’t. No one would take you seriously. Look at Bono.

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