theatre of the MIND.

for the past few weeks or so my dreams have been drizzled in wacky sauce. my dreams are usually pretty normal and mundane. like, i get them mixed up with real life all of the time. lately it's been, um, different. dude, i couldn't make this up if i tried. instead of trying to explain these sleepy time adventures, i will indulge you with a taste. an amuse bouche of amaris' resting brain. ha ha ew that sounds gross! but yeah, some standout bits include:

* the ocean at night with actual stars in the water. it was beautiful.

* consoling a crying heath ledger by talking to him about ponds cold cream.

* having my personal space invaded by jude law.

* arguing with my boyfriend about porn. explaining to him that alt porn is better via an elaborate slide show.

* hanging from ceiling rafters with my friends in order to avoid being killed by jason. said ceiling rafters eventually turned into seats at a quiz show. jason was the host.

* running into the fat jew at cinnabon in the mall. he was really cool, and explained to me that he only peddles gooey cinnamon goodness for fun.

* turning into a big nosed teenage boy who battles laser wielding dinosaurs in the girl's bathroom.

yep, that's the kind of stuff i dream about. scout's honor.

my mom has one of those dream encyclopedias, and i really should consider giving it a look. or maybe i should see a psychic. i don't know?