Travis and I are going on week three at our new place downtown. We both love it. Our condo is beautiful, the walk to work is only 10 minutes compared to the hour and a half one way commuting that I used to do on the train. I knew that there wouldn’t be a problem living with Travis, but what I didn’t bargain for was my lack of sleep and very weird dreams.

The lack of sleep comes courtesy of my lovely cat, Danka. The first couple of nights she was very scared of her new surroundings and just slept for two and a half days straight. But when she finally got used to everything, the peace and quiet stopped. Because our place is open concept, I can hear everything, and I mean everything. Our windows face the city, so I can hear all of the traffic, sirens, city sweepers and drunks girls on the weekend. I can also hear everything that little Danka does; use the litter box, jump on the desk, eat her food, try to flip over the mat under her dishes, and most annoying, I can hear her opening the sliding closet doors in the hallway and our bedroom. Needless to say, I’m getting no sleep, and when I do sleep, I’m having the most strange and bizarre dreams.

I can’t remember them all, but I do remember a few. One I had last week was I had an itchy wrist, presumably from allergies, so I started scratching. Well, my wrist started bleeding, a lot. So much that I managed to open it and have blood spuing all over the place. The second one I remember was (I think) a continuation of the first dream. Same itchy wrist, same scratching, but this time, there was no blood. My wrist opened up like a flap and I could see inside – it was hollow.

The dream I had last night was really random. I was talking to Jim Carrey and he was talking about how he bought a heritage house and turn it into a massive, fully functional tea pot. There was a giant thought bubble (like in cartoons) over his head and I could see into it. I could see this giant water wheel turning to heat up the water, the tea steeping inside and then the house pouring a cup of tea. He was serious about this renovation, and the thought of a tea house sounded pretty awesome to me. And then I woke up.

I have no idea what these dreams mean, but they are by far some of the strangest ones I’ve ever had.

If anyone has any clue what these dreams mean or why I may be having them, I’d love to know!