Purple Trees and Zombies: Trippy Dreams of an Artist/Writer

I think I was angry at myself for moving every time I woke up last night. I have cats and it's second nature to throw them off me (one likes to lay on my head) when I wake. I have to get more disciplined with this. *sigh*

Anyway, for what I can remember, I was dressed in a nightgown more suited for winter than summer, pale pink and up to my neck like a granny nightgown. I was trying to sleep in the bathroom, my bed somehow fitting where the toilet should be and the wall. I do remember combing my hair with one of those simple black combs that hair stylists use - which is impossible to do in reality as my hair is naturally curly. My hair color was odd, bright electric blue streaks with white blond and my normal color. It was raining outside, and the rest is fuzzy but it had something to do with unplugging a lamp? Not sure.

There was a noise downstairs and when I opened my apartment door, the downstairs was actually more than one door leading into the laundry room: it was an entire downstairs, wooden railings and flights of stairs. There was a door to the left of my apartment, one that's not there in RL. I open it and the room is a mess, with a bunch of men messing around with each other (yes, like that) I giggle and close it. Someone is standing on the stairs and asks what they were doing. I make innuendos and the DC nods in understanding.

Then...I woke up, went back to sleep and remember a jungle, I'm climbing trees and am disgusted by all the bugs I keep touching as I'm climbing. I don't want to fall because there is a tribe of nasty natives on the ground. They have a giant crocodile. I do end up getting caught, but as I run, I go into this mall-type place and see the Doctor from a show called Doctor Who (LOL). I'm happy to see him because he can help me. However, the natives end up killing him and I wind up sitting next to my dad on a couch in what used to be my best friend's house. We are watching what I experienced on TV.

So weird.