So last night was another adventure in Mindy’s masterpiece theater.

It’s the third night in a row that I’ve actually dreamed about my insomnia. I recall watching a black clock with red arms strike three. Then, I’m sitting at a table with my parents, a neighbor, and some other people. I have the sensation of waking up, and talking really loudly with other people, so my dad yells at me about being inconsiderate, even though we’re all sitting there, apparently eating. I see a clock that says 10 and I become completely confused as to whether it’s night or day.

It’s like we’re having a party, so one of my ex-friends (Brie) from HS brings in these crackers with pepperoni & cheese, but the girl next to me (unknown but I relate her as friend of my sister) grabs all the crackers with the most toppings and stuffs them in her mouth. How rude. I tell Brie they were really good, and spend the next few minutes unable to finish eating and struggling to talk with food in my mouth. Daughter of a neighbor (currently @ Purdue) asks me a really dumb question, so I make up a really smart-ass answer.

We go outside (now at my old house) and everyone’s playing in the yard. These little girls are sailing boats in an umm ocean that appears across the road and one girl is in a helicopter that takes off. (That’s definitely from watching Team America.) My mom says she just has to videotape this one girl. As we watch the girl in the helicopter, I notice a line of 4-wheelers along the edge of the woods. Looking more to the right, I see two people struggling with a black & white cow (turns out to be a bull). It’s rearing up on its hind legs (which I don’t believe bulls can even do) and it breaks lose, running towards us.

I scream to all the kids to run inside, and I run toward our weeping willow. (Dad cut down after we moved. We planted it when I was really little.) I scramble up the tree, and (un)luckily, the bull followed me so the kids got inside. The bull is now bright red and trying to climb the tree to get me. I climb as high as branches will support but it’s still nipping at my foot. I have some soft cardboard thing of heavy metal pieces (no idea why). It’s like left over parts from a kit, so I hold it tight and try beating the bull down with it. Doesn’t faze him. I scream and scream for help but no one comes.

The next part is sketchy, but I ran in to the house and somehow my fingers were too slippery to get the door latched, so the bull follows me to the bathroom. It gets in the bathtub with me. I pull the curtain on it and run out, again not quite getting the door latched. I grab a random kid that’s playing downstairs and take it up with me, finally getting the door latched to the basement stairs.

My dad is there with all his guy friends, and I tell them I have the bull downstairs. Dad says they’ll take care of it but I can help if I want. I say, of course, and they give me a gun that looks like a thin box movie camera. So there’s a knock at the basement door. I say not to open it but they do and the bull squeezes in to the room. It comes to my side and I aim my little box. I have a clear shot. I have its eye focused in my scope. I stare at it and then lower my aim. Dad looks at me and says, ” I can do it if you want.” I hand my “gun” to him and said, “If it were tranquilizers, I could have”. Just then, the bull shrinks to the size of a small calf and begins walking harmlessly among us.

Then I hear a goat and we all say, “Where the hell did the goat come from?” It was a white goat with bright orange and black spots and red horns. It’s nearly the same size as the calf, which is still bright red. There was some third animal that was all purple as well.

And that’s the last I remember. I woke up this morning with a horrible headache, almost felt like a hangover, though I’d had no alcohol.

Well, the dream reminds me of a conglomerate of birthday parties my sister & I had when we were little, mainly the one in first grade. Bull aside, it shows how I feel about myself and how I want people to feel about me. So, what is the red bull?

The red bull seems to represent anger. I’m haunted by my anger and ill feelings towards others, and there’s no one out there that can save me from a part of myself. It’s not until I look my anger in the eye and in turn, stop fearing it, that it becomes manageable.

Or

This goes way back in time to when I was obsessed with unicorns. I loved watching The Last Unicorn, which coincidentally came out the year I was born. Basically, it’s about this unicorn who is transformed to a woman to help her escape capture from the red bull who has been collecting all the other unicorns for his master and trapping them in the sea.

I don’t know, that’s my thought anyway. Feel free to leave your own interpretations.