Dream worlds...

You know, in the absence of anything else entertaining lately, my dreams have been getting weirder and weirder. And more vivid. I was thoroughly confused about where I was when I woke up this morning, and had to lay in bed for an extra hour to get myself readjusted. And I thought it was weird Monday night when I had a dream about being trapped in a maze with Pyramid Head (well, not entirely... Pyramid Head and/or Johnny Truant had been drawing on the maze with a giant sword 8.32 feet up on the wall, and I was investigating it with CSI until we were in this Jeep being driven by Bailey from Grey's Anatomy and got into an accident, and I must've died or something because I ended up on this grey stormy beach and there was something about Roy Mustang getting over Hughes by proving he could jump farther than him. ... Yeah.)

( A dream in which the South is very confusing )

So, in conclusion... subconscious, wtf was that? Must I really be in a floating house on a river haunted by ghosts and be thoroughly convinced that that was where I was staying for the next forever until I woke up in my bed? (And even then, it took me almost a minute to figure out I was in my room, because it felt like I was facing the wrong direction...)

Also, my mom just called me, and I literally jumped when I heard the phone ring. Not good. I am so not used to dreams that actually freak me out.