Melatonin dreams...and a duel

Before I lose my nerve, I will post about some of the melatonin dreams I've been having. These are intense and sometimes disturbing. So...you've been warned ;)

The first one: I watch a movie on a TV screen with my mother and Elaine and George from Seinfeld. We're all sitting in the family room of the house I grew up in. The next day, I run into George...but it turns out it's just someone who looks exactly like him. He asks me, "What did you do last night?" I said, "I watched a movie with Elaine and George." He sighed and said wistfully, "Elaine is a pretty girl."

The second one: D and I are at the beach with a girl of our acquaintance. She keeps taking her bikini bottom off and walking around. Only...instead of traditional female parts, there's a line of thread, like she was sewn up. (I did sew some tears in my clothes recently.)

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The third one: D brings me to some gambling place which looks like an OTB gambling office, except there are long tables. (I've never been to an OTB place, I just pass them by foot sometimes...honest ;) In the dream, D has a totally different personality...mocking and evil. (IRL he is very sweet.) He tells me how he's been going gambling every day after work without telling me, and from the evil glint in his eye, I know there's something more. So I ask, already knowing the answer: "Did you cheat on me?" He says offhandedly, "Yeah, I cheated on you once. She had earrings and high heels."

(Now, here my real-life self, which is conscious somewhere, is giggling a little. Because I don't think a guy would ever describe a woman this way.) But in the dream, I pull his chair out from under him, raise it above him, and...

I woke up a little freaked out from that one. I'm really not a violent person.

And also, I have a question about duels. D took part in a Toastmasters group yesterday; he wants to work on his public speaking. They all gave a two-minute speech on an assigned topic. They talked about the Hamilton-Burr duel, and then they were asked: Who would you duel with?

D took a very rational approach and said duels were too risky, etc. But he asked me at lunch who I would duel with.

I thought about it a minute. I'd never duel with Britney, because you can be sure her daddy taught her how to use a gun when she was 4 or 5. (He shoots at fans who come too close to the house.) So I picked Jessica Simpson. And then I felt bad afterward because she's only a person, after all, even though she's really annoying. D laughed and said I would have won the Toastmasters award.

Who would you pick? (and of course none of us would actually do this!)