You guys might not think that the dream where someone peed on my bed was a nightmare, but it totally was okay. Anyway, since so many people seemed to enjoy my ridiculous dream, I thought I would share another one. It wasn't one that happened recently, but it still sticks out in my mind as being very memorable.
A player from one of my forums invented a new kind of pet lizard. And hey, I like lizards, so I wanted to have one. But because I am me, before I could purchase one, I had to do all the possible research on this lizard possible. Unfortunately, the internet did not have much that was helpful. However, the owner of Icyboards, Spork, had written a book about caring for the lizard. The book, unfortunately, cost something ridiculous, like 3000 USD. And even though I'm a moderator at Icyboards, apparently I couldn't just ask Spork for a copy of the book because I hate nepotism. However, I wasn't going to pay that much money for a damn book about lizards, so I resolved to drive to the factory that printed them to see if I might be able to buy a copy for a reduced price (for no reason other than I'm awesome and should receive a discount, apparently).
So I have no idea where I was living at the time, but whatever, I drove to the factory in Missouri. It was in a slow and sleepy little town that looked like it was struggling. I find a place to park outside the factory. The parking lot is shaped like an L, and I park at the short end of the L, which is attached to the road. At the long end of the L is the entrance to the factory, which also has a little store front. Parked in the long part of the L is another car, and leaning against the car's back bumper is just a dude staring at the store. I don't really pay much mind to him as I walk up to the store front, which, to my dismay, I see is closed for business and appears to be abandoned.
The exact book I want is right there in the window, and although I consider breaking the glass and stealing the book, I don't. I make a sad remark to the other guy in the parking lot that that was the book I wanted and that it's only for sale at a very high price on the internet. The guy nods and agrees that this sucks.
I turn to walk away, and as I do this he says to me: "I'll pay you forty dollars for all your baby teeth."
I'm mildly freaked out about this and try to think of something to say. Because I'm smart, I say: "No thank you, I don't have any left." THAT'LL SHOW HIM.
And I hurry to my car, very scared now. I'm fumbling with my keys as I try to unlock the door, and in the metal of the lock I see the guy show up behind me just like I knew he was going to. He didn't say anything, but stabbed me with a really long needle in the kidney or something, and I said, very loudly: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
The pain was so acute that I actually said "ow" in real life, and it was the sound of me very blandly going "ow" which woke me up.
So there you have it. Another silly GR dream.