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How are you at interpreting dreams? I have two dreams for you. I hope you can shed some light on their meanings. Do your very best. My life may or may not depend on it.

Thank you.

Today at naptime, (yes, I'm 29 and I still nap) I had a dream. It was a dream I've had before. Well, not really a reoccuring dream, more like one in a series or one that is similar to another I've had before. Nevermind. In today's dream, I was thinking about going the gym, but I was worried because I wasn't appropriately dressed for a workout. I was wearing princess shoes. By princess shoes, I don't mean Manolo Blahniks I mean:

Come to think of it, I'm not sure what I was so worried about. Those look like a completely rational choice for workout shoes.
So inspite of my pretty shoes, I was talked into going to the gym by Ryan who informed me that I needed to go to the gym so he could come with me and "look for ladies." Either I'm a complete sucker or I feel bad for Ryan and his cat because this logic worked on me.

We arrived at my little community gym only to find it was a hopping two story gym. I began the sign-in process while Ryan headed upstairs to begin his quest for a girlfriend. After the rigorous sign-in process, I headed upstairs to find Ryan only to find that once I got upstairs there were no more treadmills, free weights or exercise classes. Instead, there was an arcade, a Las Vegas style room where people placed bets on a variety of activities and, my favorite, the King Arthur Style pit that people were gathered around to watch a medieval show.
I never did find Ryan, and I woke up wondering if I have a new sister-in-law.

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Dream number two started in the toy room. There was some kind of an explosion. Toys were running for their non-lives. I don't know who exactly was chasing the toys, but the carnage was unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

Unspeakable things.

I've managed to upload a few of the mental images from my dream (it's a high-tech, top-secret process). I warn you though, it's not for the faint of heart or for those with sensitive stomachs.

Say it isn't so, Megatron. Not BOTH legs.

I'm sorry. I have to look away.

Raphael, oh Raphael. What have they done to you?

Services will be held on Tuesday.

As you can see, the fall-out was severe and Raphael wasn't the only one that didn't make it out alive. Honestly, there isn't much to say when something this horrifying happens. It's just so sad...

One of the saddest parts is that upon further review there is clearly a get-away airplane there on the left that no survivors could get to or maybe they couldn't fit into it. Either way, there are dead action figures everywhere. Even Baby Tad (large green frog that teaches abc's) went down.

No, no, no, no...I refuse to believe it. Not...not...not...April. This is a nightmare of epic proportions.

Who would do such a thing?

I'm starting to believe this one wasn't a dream at all.