Strange as it seems, there's been a run of crazy dreams

and a man [or woman] who can interpret could go far--could become a star [Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat]

So who wants to be a star? Thanks to the Davenport, I had a huge run of vivid dreams last night. Here they are in succinct form:

1. Edgy and I were driving on a back farm road and stopped bc there was a cow in front of us. It wasn't quite dead but had been injured pretty badly. We walked over to the local vet where they put me in a room and hooked me up to IVs and then went to tend to the cow. They rigged some contraption to bring koolaid to the cow and then drew straws to decide who was going to operate on it. In the meantime, they wouldn't give me any status results because they said I couldn't handle it in my weakened condition. Instead, they served me tea in rabbit teacups.
2. I was on Fear Factor and had to go underneath the earth through these sand tunnels. They collapsed one of the sand tunnels and we had to get out through this hole that was covered in spiderwebs. I made it out in 2nd place. First place guy was covered in sand in a way that made him look like Triton.
3. I was on a plane and had to transfer to another plane, but they screwed up my ticket and gave it to someone else, a girl named Charity Williams, young, African American with bows in her hair. They gave me a replacement ticket, but I had to run to the other end of the airport and through this maze of escalators. I finally thought I had made it, but realized that i was on a private jet with Paris Hilton, Nicole Ritchie, and all their emaciated cronies who all complained about being "sooo fat." Nicole snidely told me that she knew I was from Texas because of the way I dressed and talked. They were on their way to Madagascar, and I couldn't figure out how I was going to get back home to Chicago for work the next morning. They didn't seem to care and didn't really understand the concept of work. Paris handed me her cell phone, but she told me that i had to talk to her mom first, who started wailing about how her little dog Fufu was in trouble and dying. I had to console her. Then I woke up.
4. I was in my childhood church with my dad who suddenly went buck crazy and started saying all sorts of "Turretsesque" things. He kept saying his heart was burning and then would blurt out insanities. We had to take him to the ER, but I woke up before I figured it all out.

Thoughts?