When I’m rich and AFTER i’ve spent the majority of my wealth feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and helping the poor…the first thing i’m gonna do is bring MacGyver back. Screw Ninja Turtles. Screw Care Bears. Screw Saved By The Bell. Screw it all. All I really want back is MacGyver. And someday…i’m gonna bring it back. You heard it here first.
I’ve gotta be the most random blogger on the face of the earth.
When I was younger, I used to have really bad nightmares. It was insane. You can ask anyone in my family. I would get up in my sleep and run around the house…and it would all be part of my nightmare.
One nightmare I do remember very vividly is the one where a bunch of scary dudes were after me. They drove a black van and they were all dressed in black with black masks and they had huge guns. They were chasing me. They looked like huge European dudes and it looked like something straight out of a spy movie or something. It might have happened during a time in my life where I’d read a lot of Hardy Boys. Not sure.
I remember the nightmare, but I don’t remember what I did in the house. According to my brother and those present, this is what I did. I’d run and hide behind couches, get under the kitchen table, lay under different beds and towards the end of it I ran downstairs and hid under my father’s home office desk. Of course, I was yelling, screaming, crying, sobbing….in a crazy nightmare trance.
What I do remember is my brother Blake helping me wake up. I don’t think my parents were there (not sure where they were during that particular nightmare…I don’t think this was late at night) so Blake was there spraying my face with water using a water bottle. That’s how I woke up (the water bottle method worked in helping me get out of that stuff). That nightmare was scary.
I hated having my nightmares. Hated them. When I saw this picture below…it brought me back to some of my worst nightmares. It was not a good time at all. Sad.
