I have some strange chauffeurs.

I sat down in the back seat of what may have been a limo. My team of chauffeurs slid into the seats up front:

Michael Myers from Halloween.

Jason Vorhees from Friday the 13th.

And...

Gumby.

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night.

I too freely give out my phone number.

I stood across from a guy -- a cute one who had a great personality. We presumably just finished our inaugural conversation and decided to exchange phone numbers. As I gave him my number, I finally asked.

"What's your name?"

"Bucky," he said.

Dang, I thought. That's unfortunate.

I didn't have to ask for what turned out to be an even worse fun fact.

"And I'm 16," he said.

Then, I woke up.

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I originally documented this dream upon waking up on July 29, 2007. I was 22. And no offense to anyone named Bucky.

Orcas flock to me, apparently.

Through canals between buildings in what looked a lot like an apartment complex, my mom drove a boat. As her passenger, I paid close attention to all that went on around us. So I probably knew before she did that we were headed right for a waterfall.

The boat flew off the cliff with the falling water and plummeted bow-first into the body of water below. Thanks to physics -- or something -- our boat sailed so deep that it did several somersaults beneath the surface before popping up out of the water. And when it did, an airborne orca -- a.k.a. killer whale -- collided with us.

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night. Two orca dreams in a row? [Insert Twilight Zone theme song.]