Scary Nightmares!

Hi folks! Hope this entry finds you doing well. I'm ok. Been looking for jobs all day. Gettin' some good leads, it seems like. I'm officially buckshottin' it, trying to find anything from radioshack to a stuffy architecture job. So I figure that increases my chances of actually getting something. Gonna put on some music real quick. My computer chooses Strawberry Fields Forever. Good computer. And its the raw, anthology version no less. Oh man, I had some wicked nightmares last night. A simple yet terrifying one where I'm riding in this old elevator, with this crude, iron gate of a door. There is an old businessman in the elevator with me and for some reason I can't remember what floor I'm supposed to go to. (maybe because its a dream, and I'm not actually supposed to go to any particular floor) So I just ride the elevator up to a rediculously high floor with this creepy old man, who I'm cautiously watching in my periferal vision. He gets off the elevator, and before the gate shuts, the elevator suddenly just plummets. All of my weight lifts and I'm thrown against the ceiling of the elevator, watching the floors flash past in front of me like a filmstrip through a projector. I knew that at any second I would be crushed to death. So that's scary dream number one. (and it was a doozie) Now for scary dream number two, which is more difficult to describe and composed of more parts. In the begining, I am flying a helicopter over the ocean, and my friend Doug is with me in the cockpit. We have funny amelia earheart looking leather headgear and goggles on. It seemed like a Wes Anderson movie at first, but soon it grew poisonous and ugly. (if I keep switching between present and past tense, it actaully is logical here, because the chronology of the dream was confusing) The helicopter started smoking or something and we had to bring it in for a quick landing. The coast of some fake-looking model train island was approaching on the horizon, so I thrust the controls straight ahead. Doug was calm and collected. Beads of sweat formed on my brow. The view of the dream switched from my point of view to an overhead shot, pulled way back so the helicopter looked tiny and toy-like. It was red and white. It clumsily settled on the swampy coastline of the island. We crawled out of the helicopter and began to head toward the mainland in the distance. The water was waist-high and full of heavy brush and vines. Steam slowly crept across the water's surface. Doug took the lead, and I proceeded hesitantly, fearing that these waters were pregnant with all sorts of venomous creatures. My fears were confirmed when I looked down in horror to see a bright red snake slowly cut in front of me two feet under water. It was as big around as my arm. The intricate patterns across its skin terrified me. This went on for quite some time, and I held my breath as I waded through the water, snakes slithering around and between my cautious legs. I looked up to see that Doug, now far ahead of me, was entering the opening of some crumbling stone ruins, submerged waist high in the waters. I followed and we found ourselves in the interior of a vast ancient space, with the glare of the sun cutting through an immense opening in the ceiling of the structure, similar to the oculous in the pantheon. The rest is a mess, and I began to wake up and lose the dream, but I'm pretty sure one of the snakes plunged its teeth into my leg and I began to lose conciousness. So that was the second dream. I woke up so confused, and life has seemed comparatively boring today. Gimee a little hello out there!