HoND, Time Travel and Buff Gay Dude

So it started out where I was part of the Disney Hunchback of Notre Dame movie, and I was living in the same church as Quasimodo and Frollo was still there, doing his controlling, "evil" thing. And I lived in the basement, but I was from this time period (current) and I had gotten back there somehow. I was trying to help Quasi to escape with Clopin's and Phoebus's help. Quasi got out, but Frollo grabbed me at the last minute and threw me back into the basement (I guess he thought I was an evil witch or something because I was female and intelligent and knew about different stuff and the future). I had figured out a way to escape from where I was, but I built wooden dressers and stuff to fill my time and eventually used it to block my exit way out of the basement.

On the street I used some hat thing to cover my head and face. I met this blonde girl and we became friends. She was amazed at everything I knew. For some reason I took her back with me to the basement thing in the church and showed her other stuff I had (someone in the future was sending me stuff to the past so I could survive. I don't know why I didn't just go to the future to escape...). I had some fabric and my sewing machine and a bunch of regular clothes (like jeans and sweat shirts) and some crocheted stuff too. The other girl was amazed by everything, so I gave her a hoodie I don't wear too often and told her it would be good to wear when it gets cold. She thanked me and we hung out for a bit, and I picked out a hoodie to give to Clopin for some weird reason....

Then I woke up. And then went back to sleep cuz it was like 5:30 am.

When I went back to sleep I was back in the future. But it wasn't the future currently, it was like, 10-15 years from now, but that's the future that dream-me was supposed to be in so it was okay. I guess I had left for the future somehow, but now Frollo had the other girl trapped in the basement as a conspirator for witchcraft. Or something... So I needed to help her escape. She wanted to come to the future so I told her I would bring her here (how that wasn't about to fuck up the future I knew is beyond me).

So I went to this rich, buff, gay dude's house. I guess he was the guy behind the funding for time travel. I told him I needed more money and time because there was a girl in need of help because of me but he was being a jerk and told me to go away because it's obviously not so important that it affected the future. I argued with him and eventually convinced him to go with me to the location where the time machine was to show him how it was already affecting things. He drove me there, but we needed to go to an old, English manor that he apparently grew up in and had bad memories with. He didn't want to go inside, so I got out of the car and he drove away. Inside was someone who looked like Neil Patrick Harris and was my apparent friend, the same one who had helped me earlier by sending me stuff. He said the window in which to get the other girl was closing and we had to act fast. He got the machine going and tried to send himself (you could only send one person at a time) but the machine broke down and basically said that because things had changed too much in the past, we couldn't go back.

Then the buff gay dude barged back in the house, rip-shit pissed and on a murderous rampage. He said he never wanted to return to the house because it brought up bad memories of child abuse and that because I tricked him into coming back he was going to kill us and destroy the time machine. So my partner and I ran and tried to escape and the remainder of the dream was spent avoiding the raging, buff gay guy, so that he wouldn't beat us to a liquidy pulp with a tire iron.

Swept Off My Feet

I know I haven't posted in forever, but I've been crazy busy with school and moving out, which makes it difficult to remember dreams when you're focused on other things.

Anyway, the beginning half of my dream was something with the dinosaurs from The Land Before Time and Martha Stewart. She was helping schools in need raise money so they could get supplies and needed things for their school.
I did something for part of it. After it was over though my dad took me to go get my things.

He was sitting in the car while I got everything, then I put it in the car and was headed back to go check if I had everything. That's when I noticed the guy mowing the lawn of the next house over (the stuff from the event was being stored at someone's house cuz the original space was from a rented location). He was really attractive (tall, built, body hairless, shoulder length hair, and he was mowing the lawn shirtless of course =P ) but he was just the neighbor, so he was just eye candy.

Until he came over to talk to me. He told me my hair was really pretty, with the front being longer and the back being short and textured. I said thank you and blushed cuz OMG HOT DUDE TALKING TO ME, that never happens. Then he asked if I wanted to go do something and hang out. I had to turn him down because I was busy and my dad was waiting.
Then he did something I wasn't expecting. He just scooped me up and said "Well, your dad can't be angry at you if someone else steals you away," and ran off into the front of the house he was mowing the lawn for. I guess it was his house.


Then I woke up.

Holy crap, I had literally been swept off my feet in my dream. By a total hunk. God I wish my real life was as awesome as my dreams sometimes.

Maid in Manhattan

It was something like the movie Maid in Manhattan with Jennifer Lopez. Except the evil, blonde girl from Beauty Shop (Queen Latifa's movie) was there, and she was getting married. J-Lo was her maid of honor and the blonde girl was convinced she was trying to sabotage her wedding by doing things by changing things on the dress and altering her hair color and stuff. And J-Lo wasn't. Until she snapped and had her hands around the girl's throat yelling "I did not change my hair color or eye color just to screw with the color scheme of your wedding. That is moronic. And I can't! It's impossible! It's genetics!" The blonde girl kept insisting that she had though, until J-Lo was so pissed she just kept yelling, "I can't! It's genetics! GENETICS! Spell it with me! G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S!"

After that J-Lo was really planning on ruining her wedding cuz the blonde girl was a psycho bridezilla. So she kept telling stories about how much of a skank she was.



Then I woke up.


I don't understand my dreams....

Medieval Kingdoms and Training Elephants

I don't remember everything, but I do remember it was a medieval/fantasy setting. I was one of three sisters and a brother who were competing for the throne and the kingdom that came with it. I didn't particularly care, neither did my brother, but my two sisters did. There was something that was supposed to fall from the sky and how it burned determined which of us got it.

But then multiple thingies fell. And they all burned differently. And I think I was supposed to get it, but I didn't want it so I passed it on to my brother, who [again, didn't particularly want it, but] accepted it.


And then something about training elephants... I guess maybe I ran off and ended up in a zoo type place where I had to help train elephants.


I wish I could remember it better. It was very bizarre.

Hair Museum, Cults, and Ron Perlman

So I know I just said that I haven't been dreaming lately, but last night I was really tired so I actually went to sleep. And I had a really creepy dream/nightmare that still freaked me out even after I woke up.


My best friend, Colleen, and I were with some people on a trip to a hair museum. It had exhibits about hair styles and uses and whatnot. I lost track of Colleen so I went in thinking she must have started the tour/walk through already. I couldn't find her and kept doubling back, and when I did a security guard would yell at me that you're only allowed to walk in one direction, as to get through the museum so others can enjoy.
She was a bitch but I did because I kept not finding Colleen. Then when I went through I found her. She thought that she lost me, and I said that she lost her. We had a laugh for a moment, then joined the rest of our group again to head out. Before leaving the museum offered you to sign your name and the time you are leaving. I did, Colleen didn't.

Then some time skipped and I woke up in my apartment (I don't live in one, but in my dream I did). I don't remember how I got there, but I figure I must have just gotten tired and fell asleep. Then my back started hurting. A lot. Like, A LOT. I had Colleen look at it and she said, "Whoa! When the hell did you get a tattoo and why didn't you take me with you?" I responded, "Tattoo? I don't have a tattoo." "Yes you do," Colleen said, and grabbed a small mirror so I could see.
It was a huge tattoo, right at the top of my back in between my shoulder blades. It was all black ink and celtic/tribal looking. That's when I started freaking out. I had a tattoo with NO recollection of how I got it.

We decided to job my memory to retrace our steps. We went back to the hair museum. It had been a few days, and I guess it was the weekend or something because the museum was closed. We broke in anyway and started looking around. I don't know what we thought we would find, but we ended up looking in some office and through some files on a computer. That's when we found out that it wasn't just a museum, but a cult home base. The bitch security guard then found us snooping around. We ran off and she chased us, but we bumped into some people. They were part of the cult. Colleen ran into an older woman with graying blond hair and I ran into a large guy who looked a lot like Ron Perlman (the actor who played Hellboy. Look it up). He had a light blue shirt with a dark blue grid pattern on it, jeans, and tan work boots (I don't know why I remember what he was wearing....). They told us we needed to join them and brought us over to a round table that was set up in the entrance area of the museum.

They told us that we had to sign up to be part of their group. The choices were like classes, science, art, math, etc, all things that benefited their group. The only thing was that we had to roll dice to choose which we got. I guess the numbers on the dice, when added up, corresponded to a list they had. Colleen rolled and was hoping for science. When they asked me to I refused and told them to just put me wherever Colleen went. That's when things got really weird.

Ron Perlman (well, not really him, but he looked like him. I'm going to call him Ron anyway) grabbed my arm and took me off to the side. He told me that I needed to pick something because it was very important that I join them. I had a key roll to play, apparently. I was being defiant and told him he was crazy and that I wouldn't. That's when he said something like, "I knew I should have just killed you." I was really creeped out and asked what he was talking about. He wouldn't at first but I kept pushing so he then told me that he was just supposed to grab me (after knocking me out with something), brand me (which explained the tattoo) then sacrifice me and drop the body somewhere. But he couldn't because he thought I was really pretty.

So he raped me while I was knocked out instead.

Yeah, real nice.


WHAT THE HELL?! So he said that if I just did what they said then I would be fine, and he brought me back over to the table. The older woman (who seemed to be the leader) asked what was wrong. He told her that he convinced me and that everything was all right. Then I had to pick my classes. I refused and that's when they brought my parents in. Apparently they had convinced them that I was signing up for an internship at the museum. My mom was happy. I was really pissed off (obviously) and was saying really sarcastic remarks about everything that I did, that anyone else did, and just about everything over all.
Then my mom apologized to the people, saying I was just being mean and rude because I was hormonal from not having my period yet this month.
That's when I snapped at her for saying something really, REALLY personal. And then I thought about it. I had been late. I still was. Or rather, I didn't at all. I asked when we last visited the museum and saw it was 2 weeks prior to whatever day it was. And then it hit me, I was pregnant with a crazy man's kid. And that's the only reason he was being vaguely "nice" to me. So I started bickering with Ron in off-hand remarks. He seemed to get what was going on, and was saying sarcastic/biting remarks back. Basically we were snapping at each other under our breaths, back and forth the whole time. The leader was getting angry that I wouldn't finish signing up for stuff, so I did. That's when they said we were going to have our orientation.

Colleen asked that it be by the river. When they asked why, she replied that she just liked the water, so they agreed. When we got there, they were started saying some crazy chant from a book. Colleen then grabbed my wrist and yelled "JUMP!" and we jumped into the river (behind us). We swam upriver for a bit, and when we finally came up to the surface I asked, "WHAT THE HELL?! WE COULD HAVE DIED!"
She responded, "We were going to die anyway. I was playing along til we could escape. We can't stay in the water long though, because we will be taken over by the darkness if we do." I guess "the darkness" was part of whatever spell the cult was saying before we jumped.
We continued to swim upriver til we got to a spot next to a main road. I recognized where we were so we started walking back towards our apartment. Colleen said she had called her aunt to meet us there later anyway, just in case, so we would be safe.

When we finally got back to the apartment, her aunt was there. She helped dry us off, and that's when I started saying that we need to run away, because those people were going to chase us. I mentioned that all my clothes were in one spot since most of them were dirty anyway, but we needed to change. Colleen then started acting weird and said that we had plenty of time, and that we could stay for a while. I guess whatever evil thing the cult had summoned had started to affect her, and her aunt too. I was freaking out.



Then I woke up.

Feeling very scared about what the hell I had just dreamt about.

Update on Not Updating

So, I haven't been getting sleep when I should, and thus no dreams. If I go to bed too late (and subsequently sleep in late) then I don't dream because at that point it's me passing out and my brain just shutting down to rest, instead of me going to sleep and it having some backup energy to actually make some dreams.

So yeah, when I actually dream again then I'll resume posting. Blame school work til that happens.

Convention, Hat Shopping, and Megamind

Arianna and I were at a convention. We were running around the dealers' room looking for a particular cosplay hat prop. Finally we found some, but it was too small on me and it just looked terrible. Arianna looked good in it though.
I bought a different hat instead.

I lost track of Arianna and so I was walking around by myself. I found a couple Megamind cosplayers, but they were really bad. I was happy to see some support for Megamind though. Then I found one really good one. I approached him and said "Wow, your cosplay is really good! I love Megamind."
He said, "Huh? Cos-play?"
"Yeah... you're costume... you're supposed to be Megamind, right?"
"Uh... this isn't a costume. I AM Megamind."

Then I was quiet with excitement. I was all " O.O "
I asked where Roxanne was, and he said that she dumped him again, and then he was sad. I felt bad so I took him by the arm and told him we were going to go get ice cream.

Then there was a montage type thing of us doing lots of fun stuff. And then we made out. And then Roxanne came back and asked Megamind to take her back. He did.

Then I was sad.



Then I woke up.

Science class teacher, Bentley, Ticks

My friend (who I actually know) from Buffalo, Ed, he was my science teacher for some reason. And I had the hots for him. I didn't in real life, but for some reason in my dream I did. o.O

Anyway, we were in science class and people were putting on presentations. Then when the presentations were done we were all just sitting around and chilling.

That's when my puppy, Bentley, walked in. I guess some nerdy kid was supposed to be watching him and was doing a really poor job at it. He let Bentley roam all around and in tall grass. When I went to go pet Bentley, I noticed he had a huge tick on him. And another. And another. And another. And they were all REALLY big, like a few inches around.

I started yelling at the kid for nearly killing my puppy, but he nonchalantly brushed off my anger and tried to remove a tick. That's when I flipped cuz you can't just remove a tick by pulling it out. You have to singe the head to make it remove itself then pull it off with tweezers. So again, the nerdy kid brushed off my anger. I grabbed some tweezers and a lighter and started removing the ticks.

Poor Bentley was yelping and crying because it hurt.



Then I woke up, feeling sad for my poor puppy. =(

Anger Management, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, and Miniature Model Painting

So I've had dreams the last few nights, but I was feeling really lazy and didn't feel like typing them up. Now that I have the motivation I can't remember them. >.<

Anyway, this was last night's dream.



My best friend, Colleen, and I were walking around in a sketchy area of the town/city we were in. We were looking for some large thing to pick up. I don't know why.

On our way back from picking up whatever it was we almost were confronted by some gang members so we busted into the apartment building that happened to be next to us. We ran up a few flights of stairs, climbed out the window onto one of those metal stair railing things on the sides of buildings. We used that to jump and climb in the next building over to throw off the gang members.
That's when I lost track of Colleen. She just sort of disappeared. I went through the door of the room I was in and walked into a group of people. There was two goth kids (a tall boy and a short, chubby girl), an older Indian (like, actual Indian, not Native American) guy and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. There was also a woman in a suit. I tried to leave but the woman wouldn't let me, she said I had to be a part of the anger management group.

So I ended up living there. Johnny didn't say much, he just sort of sat in his chair and looked around like the paranoid guy he is. The other goth kids were friendlier, but not by much. The Indian guy was always angry and looked like he wanted to punch everyone in the face.
I opened up the fridge one day and there was a bunch of chicken noodle soup in containers that were stored upside down. I don't know how the soup wasn't spilling out of them, but it wasn't, except when you tried to turn the container right side up to eat the soup. Somehow I figured out how to do so without spilling much so I took one of the containers/bowls to the living room where Johnny was and started to eat it. That's when he told me he made it. I finished it, and it was really good, so when I walked by him back to the kitchen to wash out my dish I gave him a hug and kiss on top of the head. He blushed, sort of smiled, then got paranoid again and walked off to a different room. In the kitchen the two goth kids were trying to fix the sink because it was clogged.

For some reason the other woman wasn't there anymore so I decided I would grab Johnny and try to book it to leave. I couldn't find him sadly, so I just left. I ran down a few flights of stairs where I found my parents working for the Indian guy. They were painting miniature models of cities and forests and stuff. My dad wasn't too good at it, my mom was okay. I asked for a job since I love artsy stuff but he wouldn't give me a job.


Then I woke up.



I don't know why I dream the things I do. The fact that JtHM was in my dream made me happy, even though he is technically a homicidal maniac. I've read the comics tons of times so I just love the character

Giant, Mutant Mosquitos

Of what I remember, I was walking around on my college campus with my friend Ned. I stare at the ground primarily when I walk, and as we were walking I thought I saw a shiny Rattata in the grass a little ways off. I went to go check it out when a giant, mutant, red mosquito flew at me and stabbed me with it's blood drinker thing. It hurt a lot and I swatted at it and killed it.

So we were freaking out because we hadn't seen anything like that. We went inside my dorm room where my suitemates were watching tv. They were watching a report on some news channel that was talking about the giant, mutant mosquitos. The news report said that anyone who was stabbed by one of the mosquitos needed to go get medical attention immediately because the longer you wait, the more their poison spreads through your system and drives you insane.

Needless to say we were worried. We got in Ned's car and out onto the highway on the way to the hospital. As we were going I started hallucinating and freaking out.


Then I woke up.

Really weird. Giant, mutant mosquitoes are quite terrifying.

A Date with Bono

I was at some fair with my mom and it was Valentine's Day (much as it is today) and I went to go get food tickets or something and Bono (from U2) was there. I was chatting him up while there since he was distributing them, and he was flirting with me. Now I'm not a huge U2 or Bono fan, but with his longer hair he is pretty attractive to me. In any case he with flirting with me and asked me out on a date. He gave me an earring and told me that the only way I'd get the other one to make a complete set would be to show up to dinner at some restaurant later that night. Then he added on that he hoped I wouldn't just come for the earring (which I wouldn't).

It was really sweet, and even though it was just a dream I refused to wake up this morning. I didn't even dream much after that or during the 3 hours that it took for me to wake up, but the cozy, sweet feeling of the dream was there and I didn't want get up and get ready for class.

Oh, at some point we were also talking about a couple of our favorite things, like playing cards and colors, and he guessed my favorite card and favorite color correctly.

Dr. Gregory House Birthday Scavenger Hunt and Bear and Shark Hunting

Lots of hunting in last nights dream....

It started out where my friend Jake and I were supposed to be part of Dr. Gregory House's (yes, from the show House) birthday scavenger hunt. It was all being arranged by Cutti (I am assuming that's how you spell her name) and we were part of it. I was super crushing on House (from afar. Let's be honest, you would be too) but I went and hid in my spot none the less. It was all outdoors though, so I was upset because I was getting my clothes dirty by sitting in a dirt plot surrounded by tall grass.
House started searching for everyone and their presents and he almost found me, but then Cutti pulled him away for some emergency in the hospital. I was sad.

Then because all of House's time was going to be taken up taking care of that patient, we all just came out of our hiding places. Anyone who wasn't hospital staff was told to go home. Again, I was sad.

I started headed home along some forested path when an old scruffy guy asked if I wanted a ride. I agreed and got in his car. He continued to drive along the path and then turned onto a highway. He drove and drove and when he finally stopped we had arrived at some other forested area, but with the ocean right behind us as well. Like, the highest point of the forest area was the water level of the ocean. It was very peculiar. He told me this is where he brought his campers to learn how to hunt bears and sharks.

Then the rest of the time was spent with a whole flock of people, all dressed to traverse the wilderness, watching the older guy hunt bears and sharks. We had to help him point them out.
Except he didn't know the difference between whales and sharks, and he kept shooting whales whenever anything large swam by. So I had to teach him the difference.


Then a bear in a bear suit attacked someone, because it had a shotgun hidden in the costume's nose. I don't know why a bear would need a bear costume to attack someone, but it did.


Then I woke up feeling slightly confused about the whole thing.

The Little Mermaid, Epic Battle, and "Power Users"

So once again I only have time now that it's later to post about my dream. So let's see what I can remember.

The Little Mermaid was there and she was trying to get to Eric on the surface, but one of her sisters who looks just like her, but with blonde hair, was also in love with Eric and wanted to marry him. So while Ariel was making a deal with Ursula, the other sister was going about her own means to get to the surface.
Then the other sister fell into something and into another dimension/world where she became something called a "Power User." The Power Users were people who could access some super power type thing. Only a few people could do it from that world, which is why they were special.

So she was recruited to join this team of people and Power Users who were an underground rebellion against the evil dictator/government that was running that world. Then I was there and I was a Power User. The Little Mermaid's sister had an awesome mechanical weapon trident, and I had a gun that gave me an armored suit, and the gun was super powerful.

So we went out with these 4 other people who kind of each looked like a main character from The Wizard of Oz. They weren't Power Users, but they had trained themselves up to be strong enough to be comparable. We went into an epic battle with the evil government's Power Users. It was very intense and I kept having to reload and run around and dodge. Seriously, it's really hard to describe just how intense it was.

Then we won, but at the expense of all the Power Users dying. The four Wizard of Oz people survived because they weren't Power Users, even though they were in the middle of the fight too.
Then the leader of the underground movement came out and addressed the four Wizard of Oz people that a new Power User had popped up and was in the Silver City. There was also another one in Gold Town, and the leader would head to that one, but the four others had to go to Silver City.

Then someone said something along the lines of "I guess it's time for another adventure!" There was then a freeze-frame of everyone walking off towards Silver City (wherever that is...).


Then I woke up.

It was very video game-esque.

Owen Wilson, Robbers and Tawainese

So I do believe getting more sleep did the trick. I also would have posted this sooner, except I woke up late and have only just now had time to post.
Thankfully I can usually remember most of my dream for the day.


I lived in a sketchy neighborhood and Owen Wilson was my friend and he was helping me house sit. For some reason he appears in my dreams frequently. I don't know why since I don't find him particularly attractive or interesting, but I digress...
I had a pet Great Dane puppy who was brown with a dark muzzle and was trying to get into everything. The apartment I lived in and was watching was full of old, fragile stuff. The dog was running through the apartment breaking things and making me very angry and very stressed.
Then we had to leave to bring the dog somewhere else so he wouldn't ruin everything in the apartment.

When Owen Wilson and I got back the house had been robbed. Everything was gone. I mean EVERYTHING. I started crying because I knew I would be in huge trouble. Owen was trying to calm me down and thought maybe we could find someone who saw something. The only people around were a bunch of Taiwanese people who didn't speak much (if any) English and were doing some weird ritual where they were pulling out their teeth (maybe as a test to show their manliness or something).

In any case, Owen tried talking to them, with no avail, and came back with no more information than he had left with. I continued to freak out and cry. Then the dog came back, even though we had tied him to a tree or fence or something, to keep him out of the house. He went in and started smelling around, then ran out of the apartment barking.



Then I woke up.

I guess the dog had the robbers' scent and was following it. There was also a lot more details in that, but after a day of classes that is all I can remember.

Better than nothing though.

An Update on Non-Updates

So I regret to inform that I, once again, have nothing to post.

For the last few weeks I have not got enough sleep to actually have a dream. I've gotten about 3 hours of sleep a night (so, it was more of a nap) if that much. Three "nights" ago I only slept for 30 minutes, between 7 and 7:30 am Sunday morning. This was after staying up for at least 24 hours, I lost track of how long I had actually been awake after a while.

Hopefully now that I do not need to work on what I was working on, I will actually be able to sleep and resume remembering my bizarre and interesting dreams.

The Devil, Bentley, School and a Slow Loris

I almost forgot to post this because I was so happy that I have a snow day today (and I'm in college, so it almost never happens). Anyway....

I was in a room, a dingy little place, with this guy who looked kind of drugged out. Or at least partially high. He was wearing an olive colored long sleeve shirt over a dirtied white t-shirt and a pair of far-too-baggy jeans. His hair was a brown-grey, of what was there anyway since his haircut was a shaved head with the exception of a line of thin, scraggily, greasy hair down the center. His eyes were a very stunning blue, however.
There was a counter with a bathroom sink in the room as well.
I don't know why we were there but we were hanging out. Then people, one by one, started to come into the room. They all looked different with the exception of their faces.
Each one had the same face of the guy I was with.

It was very surreal. Each one would come in and just look at us as it passed through a second door only they seemed to be able to use. Nothing else really happened, there was just 5-7 of them, and again, it was very surreal.
Then a final guy came in and he was different. He was actually a person and I guess had come to see the other guy about moving into his apartment. We asked if he had seen all the other people and knew what was going on. The second man responded that those people were the Devil (literally) and that he was after the other guy, but not to worry since as long as he was there the Devil couldn't come around.
For reference, the Devil was not a big red, goat legged, horned creature. It was the Devil from the movie "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus." The guy with the bowler hat, no hair, a thin mustache and sharp features.
Then I left the room and went outside. My friend Dani (Danielle) was there and she was waiting for me so we could go to karaoke (which we actually do Thursday nights, though I've always just met her there). We got in a black SUV, I was driving. We were almost at the place with karaoke but then I remembered I had to go back and take care of Bentley (my puppy).
I turned the car around and drove home. When I got there Bentley was no where to be found. There were ripped napkins and paper everywhere, which was a sign he was somewhere, but I didn't see him.
Then I did.

Somehow Bentley had gotten behind the glass of our fake fireplace (it's powered by gas). He was enjoying himself, sniffing around, but I knew that I had to get him out because if someone were to turn it on he'd be cooked.
Somehow I opened the fireplace, like a pull door on a mailbox (from the top) and started to call him to me. He wouldn't come over so I quickly got some of his food and he came running (in real life Bentley has a STRONG enthusiasm for food). I then hoisted him out of the fireplace and closed it.



Then I woke up to my alarm. I checked my phone and saw that all classes had been canceled so I went back to sleep.


I was in my high school band room. But it wasn't the same layout as my actual high school band room area, but in my dream I knew that that's what it was supposed to be.
Some friends were practicing with the rest of the Jazz Band for class. I walked in because I had already eaten lunch quickly and didn't like being alone. I hung around for a few minutes but they all seemed to be angry at me for showing up. Then our band director wanted to know what I was doing there, since I wasn't in the Jazz Band. I told him I was leaving, and I left.
I felt really hurt because again, it didn't seem like I was wanted around.

I apparently had Calculus so I went upstairs to find my classroom. We had a substitute teacher and she was standing just to the side of the doorway outside the classroom. I was going to ask her if that was where I was supposed to be when she, very animatedly, welcomed me in. She then put her hands out in front of her, flat and next to each other, and a small furry creature crawled down her arm and into her open palms.
It looked like a cross between a slow loris and a sugar glider. It was very cute and very soft.
The entire class we ended up learning about the creature she brought with her (we being myself and about 5 older women who were my apparent classmates). Apparently Lucy (the creature's name) had had babies a few weeks ago too, and the substitute had brought those since she couldn't be away from them too long. The sub passed around Lucy and her babies in a bowl type of container, with little golf ball sized impressions in the bottom about half a centimeter deep.
Then the bowl was passed to one older lady wearing an ivory turtleneck sweater. She also had large glasses and graying (or rather white-ing) hair. She quickly looked in the bowl then tossed it to a low shelf in the room. We all gasped at how rough she had been with such tiny, fragile creatures but all she had to say was "They're hideous. Let's learn Calculus. That's why I'm here."


Then I woke up.


Very strange dreams indeed. Very strange.

Beetlejuice

The only thing I remember about my dream last night was that Beetlejuice was there.


But he was hot.



Or it could have been someone else dressed up as Beetlejuice.

And they were hot.



Either way some very attractive Beetlejuice looking person was in my dream.



All kinds of awesome. =)

Coyote Hunting, Spiders, and Motorcycle Gangs

So I vaguely remember my dream last night. I only slept for about 4 hours, which is why it took a considerable amount of effort to remember I think.

I don't remember how it started, or even very much of it. I remember there were some coyotes in my backyard last night and that managed to slither into my dream.



My mom and I were looking out the sliding glass door to the house, trying to decide whether it was safe to let our puppy, Bentley, outside to go to the bathroom. It seemed all clear, but then again we've heard stories of coyotes popping out of no where and attacking. The only thing that seemed to be out of place were these areas of sticks and rocks that were pushed around to look like something had been lying in them. My mom was about to let Bentley outside, when I had figured out what they were and stopped her. They were the coyotes' nests, and that meant they were here to stay.
We had to do something.
My mom called some people who deal with coyotes, wolves, bears, and other predatory forest animals when they become a problem. The people seemed more like members of a motorcycle gang than hunters, and they ended up telling us that they were in one. A co-worker from my previous job was also there. She has always come off as an awesome, rocker chick, so I wasn't surprised and was actually happy to see her. She was always very cool and fun to talk to.
She asked me if I could get something from our basement. I don't remember what it was, but it was supposed to be something to help them. As I left I saw them shoveling up the nests and putting them in one big pile to burn. I guess that was the only way to show the coyotes that they shouldn't return.

I went down into the basement. It was very unpleasant, to say the least. The whole thing smelled of mold and there were cobwebs everywhere. I'm talking about Indiana Jones cobweb coverage. I retrieved whatever it was that they needed, but on the way out I fell, tearing down a large portion of the cobwebs as I did.
That's when I noticed they weren't cobwebs. They were spider webs, thick, fiber-like spider webs. The kind only communal spiders in the rain forest build. And the spiders were still in them.
The webs were all over my clothes and stuck in my hair and on my hands and face and feet and everywhere, and that's when the spiders started to emerge. It wasn't just one type either. There were small ones, big ones, and ones that I thought didn't even build webs, so why they were there was beyond me.

It was just very gross and very creepy and I just ran out of the basement screaming, praying that I wasn't being bitten over and over and that I wouldn't die.
When I got outside I saw the wild animal removal people goofing around. One was chasing after another with a hair shaver, and when he finally managed to put the second man in a headlock and shave the side of his head, he revealed a large tattoo. The tattoo entirely in red ink and was the outline of a 3D block "A" in a circle with a star for the hole in the "A." That's when the first man started to get angry. He was yelling about how that was the symbol of their rival gang.
The second man tried to explain that he got that when he was younger (not that he looked very old, maybe mid 20s) and that he had quit the gang because of some reason. The first man with the shaver just looked very angry though, and I don't believe he was listening.


Then I woke up.


And now I'm running late because I actually remembered my dream and needed to post about it. But that's alright. I haven't posted in a few days and I was starting to worry that I wouldn't be able to remember any of my dreams now that I started recording them.

This makes me feel better that it won't be an issue in the scale that I thought it would.

Scattered and Forgotten

So it seems the last couple nights I haven't been able to remember anything about my dream. Nothing. I do believe it is because of the fact that I am currently in charge of taking care of our 5 month old puppy, Bentley.
I have to wake up at 7 am, which would not normally affect anything, at least I don't think, but I suspect it is the fact that when I wake up, it is because the tags on his collar are clinking and jingling away, signaling that he has gotten into something, yet again.

I think it's the the sounds of his puppy adventures that are redirecting my subconscious attention from dreaming, as I normally do right before waking up, to trying to figure out what he has gotten into.

Such a pity, but that's life. Hopefully I'll have something to record at least once in the upcoming week.

Hotel Benefit and a Medieval Troll Farm

So last night's dream was, like every other night, strange. I woke up at one point and went back to sleep, but I actually remember most of my dream this time.

I was having a benefit night of some kind in a really fancy hotel. There were a couple actors there, who were apparently my friends. There was Justin Long, Christopher McDonald, Ellen Page, James Franco and Alan Tudyk. We were having a good time when Christopher looked sketched out and went into the basement. We all followed him and found him trying to open some door, standing in the middle of a big concrete room. He was saying how the hotel was going to be blown up and that he wanted to escape, so these hatches (there were two doors on a wall) were the only ways out. Justin was trying to tell him to not open those doors because there was a giant pool of water on the other side. Christopher didn't listen and opened them anyway and water rushed in. We were all swept up in it and trying to hold our breathe. Christopher managed to swim back to the wall with the "open/close" button and hit it, closing the doors and stopping the water.

The water drained out in a nearby drain and he said he had an idea, and that we should get ready to hold our breathe again. Not knowing what else to do we got ready, and Christopher opened the door again, then as quick as he could pushed the button to close it. But before they were entirely closed, he stuck a billiard ball at the bottom of each door (these doors opened vertically). The majority of the water drained out, while the cracks where the water could still come in were allowing just enough to enter that it didn't all drain. Christopher explained that this way when the water got high enough he could open the doors and we wouldn't be pushed back and could swim out.
Some time passed, and the water had almost filled the room. Christopher swam down and opened the doors, and the six of us swam out.

We ended up at a door, opened it, and crawled out into a big metal half cylinder that was rotating back and forth, so we had to keep scrambling to keep our balance. On it was written "Henry," and Ellen said that she knew where we were. We were apparently at one of three rotating sifters (it did have small holes in it, upon looking down) named Henry, Harry, and Harriett. She said she knew where we had to go to get out of there, and we had to move fast.

We crawled out of the sifter and onto a very dry, field. The grass was brittle, yet stiff, and hurt if you pressed your hand on it. It also looked very dead, with various rectangle patches of yellow-green, yellow, light brown, and brown. Each rectangle was outlined by some silver confetti-like dust. Everyone else seemed very on their guard, and I just didn't know where we were.
All of a sudden, a bizarre tractor-like thing drove by. It was towing a large flat bed carrying rectangular bundles of the weird grass. Everyone else ran to it and jumped on. It took me a minute to realize what was going on, and when I jumped to get on, I partially missed and was hanging on, trying not to fall. I didn't have the ability to pull myself up, and when Alan and James came to help, they had to go back and hide. They told me to remain as still as possible. I curled my legs up to try to center my weight better, and put my head to the side to keep a look out. That's when I saw what they were hiding from.

This big, ugly, lumbering troll type creature was walking straight for us. He was a shade of green-brown, probably fifteen feet tall, and had a bulbous nose, tiny eyes, a thick neck, broad shoulders, big hulking arms, meaty hands, a huge gut, massive legs, and tiny feet. He was wearing some sort of loin cloth, a piece of shoulder armor, and leather sandals. He looked around the flat bed and didn't seem to notice anything, then on a passing look to a nearby field the tractor went over something, making it bump, and I fell off. The troll creature saw me and picked me up by one arm.
He asked how I got out of my area, seeming to recognize me. I couldn't be sure though since his eyes were very small and did not seem to work very well. He plopped me down in a spot back over near Henry (the sifter) where a scraggly little bird creature was re-outlining the silver lines my group had ruined when we ran to the flat bed earlier. It was thin and jittery, with a crazy mane of feathers, and had a device that spread the silver stuff hooked up to its waist.

The troll creature gave me a plowing device and told me to get back to work, then lumbered off. I, knowing that I did not belong there, tried to write a message to be taken to the flat bed and my friends. The bird creature saw what I was doing and squawked, ran over, took the paper, then crumpled it up and ate it. I asked what it did that for, and it explained if the Master (I assume the troll) were to see anyone writing in anything but his language, he would kill everyone. I asked if the bird creature knew his language, and he said that he knew a bit. I then asked if he knew English, and he also responded a bit, he knew how to speak it, but not write or read it. So I made a deal with the bird creature that I would teach it to read and write English if it taught me what it knew of the troll's language.
It agreed and we got started.


Then I woke up.

I suppose I reached my friends eventually, or that they came back for me, but I will never really know, will I?
There was also a point in the dream where I remembered that I had had parts of that dream before, but thinking about it now I honestly don't remember every having that dream. Usually I remember either "replays" or "continuations," but this one I can't. It could have been a forgotten one, so I suppose it is entirely possibly that I've dreamed it before.

Oliver Goes to the Vet, and Red Bull

There was a bigger dream before this one, but I woke up and then went back to sleep, so I forgot most of it. What I do remember is that my friend Arianna and I were walking around some super huge Bed, Bath and Beyond type store and she was looking for Ultra Soft Shammies.

Anyway, when I went back to sleep, this was my dream.

I guess my cat, Oliver, wasn't doing too well so my dad and I had to meet my brother and his girlfriend at the vet. They had already taken him there, since they were at the house to begin with. I wasn't too thrilled about seeing my brother, because he's a jerk, but I love our cat, so I put up with it. When we were Danielle, my brother's girlfriend, was playing with Oliver by putting a cat sized knit cap, tshirt, and sweat shirt on him. I remember thinking it was cute, but that he really didn't need it because he is fat enough, and can keep warm just fine on his own. He also hates being handled most of the time, so the fact that she was all in his face was probably pissing him off. Poor Oliver.

The vet and an assistant came out and the assistant took Oliver to the back, while the vet came and talked to my dad and I. My brother and Danielle left. The vet told us Oliver was now allergic to his food, which is why he hasn't been doing well. Except he's on a special diet for urinary tract problems, so we don't have many options of food we could switch him to. The vet ignored us and pulled out this weird chart of things that were okay for him to eat, even with his problem. It was things like crackers and little pieces of bread. I remember thinking this doctor was a nut, and letting her talk to my dad while I went to the back rooms to rescue Oliver.

When I got past the reception area there was a second reception area. I knew one of the ladies behind the desk, so I started chatting to her. She was about to go on her lunch and asked if I could go in the back for her and grab her a Red Bull. I obliged and went to the back rooms. They must have had about 8 refrigerators and 10 sets of shelves and cupboards. I just started with the first fridge I saw, opening and searching. No Red Bull. Went to the next, and the next, and the next. It was absolutely crazy. They had some really cool stuff though, like these little tablets to dye bread awesome colors, and a whole thing of different candy for different occasions. They also had a mini fridge at the way far end that had a bunch of old toys and a binder of original Pokemon cards. I guess the cooler temperature was supposed to preserve them better or something.

Anyway, I kept searching and couldn't find it. I did find something called RedurBuhl, which had a very similar label, but only the blue and white. I brought it over to the lady I knew who was drinking her Red Bull when I got there. She said I was taking too long so she just got it herself. I showed her what I had found and she said that it was sparkling water. I asked her where her drink was and she said it was on one of the shelves. I then explained that I was looking in all the refrigerators since I thought it would be kept cold. She laughed at me and told me that nobody keeps it cold, it's supposed to be warm.

I went back to put the RedurBuhl back and stopped at one of the candy shelving units. I was thinking about taking what remained of a Hershey's chocolate bar labeled "For cosplay" but then I decided it would be a bad idea, and so I left it.


Then I woke up.

I really wish I knew how my mind worked sometimes.

By the way, this is my cat, Oliver:

He likes to look like he wants to snuggle, but when you actually go to do so, he tends to not like it and want to run away.

My mom bought him toys that he didn't use. Instead he likes things like this paper bag. My mom doesn't buy him toys anymore.

 

That's my dad. Even though Oliver have a urinary tract problem (yes, that part is true) he still loves to beg for food.

This was Oliver sleeping on our kitchen floor. He started to yawn so I took a picture because he just looked funny.

Oliver likes to take over things and claim them as his bed, even though he has one. Things like suitcases, chairs, others' beds. I don't remember what this thing was, but it wasn't meant to be another bed for him.

He loves that window sill. He liked it because birds would nest in our grill (in the background) every Spring. So he would watch them fly in and out, and lie here in between.

I really love this photo. He was just sitting in our living room, cleaning himself, and I was being "artsy" and taking photos really close to him. He looked away and I took this.

This is my boy Oliver, and all of his fat. He's lost some since this photo, and actually has a spiffy new collar (these photos are all at least a year or two old). His gut still remains though, and it swings side to side when he runs. He's not the friendliest kitty, and always looks kind of angry, and has a really high pitched, girly meow for such a big cat, and he doesn't really do much, but I love him to pieces.

Oh, I also noticed recently that he has two spots of fur on his head that aren't grey with white tips, but brown with black tips instead. And they are two curved marks right above his eyes, which make him look like he has angry eyebrows all the time. I think they suit him.

Airplanes

I didn't have a dream two nights ago, hence no post.
But last night's dream, although extensive, now that I am awake I can't remember it that well.

Of what I can remember, it started with Stewie and Eliza (from Family Guy) trying to get on a plane at an airport. I think Stewie wanted to try some other plan to take over the world, and Eliza thought it'd be fun, so she followed. They got on and got first class seats. They were watching tv, waiting for the plane to take off, but when they looked out the window, they realized it was already in the process of doing so, but by a new system. The people on the plane were told they were the first run of a new take off system that was supposed to be less stressful yet faster, by going up these mini take off runs that floated in the sky, or something.
Then the plane was off, but it was being piloted by a very advanced auto-pilot, and the actual pilot was hanging out in first class, talking to me (I was there now). He was telling me about how the new system worked. I looked out the window, and sure enough, we were on a mini runway floating in the sky. I don't know how, but they did it.
When we took off from that runway, we circled the ocean for a while, waiting for the next runway to be free. There were all these colorful dragon and other Asian style statues floating in the water on cargo ships. It was very pretty, and we passed them quickly, but the plane kept circling back so we got a few times to look at them.
I ended up talking to the pilot about cameras, and how I wish I had mine to take pictures of all the pretty statues.
I was explaining how I was going to put certain settings on so that I could take a bunch of non-blurry pictures, since we were going by them pretty fast.
Then he said he wanted to show me and the rest of the passengers something, but that we had to keep up. And he ran off. I started chasing him and told everyone else to follow, but they were too far behind.
We were going through doors, down stairs, up stairs, climbing ladders, and through some huge concrete and metal area that apparently existed on the plane, somewhere in it's underbelly.

Then I lost him. He went down some stairs and then swung on a pipe around a corner and through another door into a hallway with a bunch of classrooms, and I didn't see where he went. Some of the doors were locked, but of the ones I could get in, I couldn't find him.
That's when everyone else caught up, and we spread out and searched, but he was still no where to be found.


Then I woke up.
Still feeling very tired, and kind of bummed that I woke up at 11 am when I wanted to get up sooner.

Dream turned Nightmare

My dream started out kind of normal. As normal as any of my dreams really are.

I was somewhere with my friend Matt and we were in school somewhere, living in this really nice apartment thing with a couple other people (who apparently we knew). My dog Charlie was also there and he was staying with us. We visited some hotel where a friend of ours lived. They had a pool so we chatted while my dog swam.

Then we went to go eat. We all sat in the dining area of the hotel and the person we knew who lived there told us some of his friends would be joining us too. Not a problem. Until they sat down and I saw who it was.
It was my ex-boyfriend Ian and his new girlfriend. And some other girl.
The dinner was going fine, until Ian said something vaguely insulting to me, to I returned a snide comment back. Then another sarcastic comment to me, and I sent one back again.
It went on like that until it seemed he was about ready to rip my face off. That's when I decided it would probably be best if I left, so I asked for my check. He did as well and when it came around he told me I should pay for his meal.
I refused, paid for mine, and left. He followed me with his bill. When I ran into my room, I locked the doors, as well as some other doors that connected my room to another room. He stood at the main door pounding on it and yelling at me to pay for him. I kept refusing. He then decided it would be intelligent to slip the bill under the door. I slipped it back under to him.
It went on like that for a while, the mood only getting worse and worse. He was saying really terrible things the whole time too. At one point I came face to face with him again and he said something about how it would make him feel really good to see me cry. That's when I locked myself back in my room. He proceeded to try to break down the door, so I went to hide in a small closet or something that was difficult to find unless you knew it was there.

Then I woke up.

Yeah, freak me out.
I've had a few dreams like thing since he broke up with me, but nothing that scary. Usually I just wake up feeling upset or pissed off, not scared.
In any case, if anyone is worried, no he did not beat me or anything like that when we dated. We just had this one really messy argument about a month before he broke it off, where he said some pretty mean things. I think that has stuck with me though.

Rough Night: Pokemon, Dorothy, and Batman

Unfortunately I have been apparently having sleep problems on occasion the last couple of weeks, which is far more than usual for me. Typically I sleep like a rock, but I've been tossing and turning and waking up and going back to sleep a few nights a week now.
I think it's just stress.
Oh well.

Of what I can remember from the scattered bits of my dream from last night, there was something about Pokemon, and Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, and a lightning storm. Some kid was trying to rescue some Dorothy-like character from getting struck by lightning. She was standing on top of his roof and wouldn't come down. She had white hair, a silver dress, and a big blue crystal in the front of the dress, and was glowing blue. He asked her to marry him and she came down, but then he had to protect her from some high school bullies, and they had to keep their marriage a secret.
Then they left and had to go find some Pokemon or something to set things right. The Pokemon Professor was a Pokemon too, some weird looking thing based off a Smeargle. He drove the two kids into my old neighborhood, except there was this big creepy house there now, in between two houses that are actually there. Like this new house had split the land in two and made a plot for itself. There were some electric fence things surrounding the property and it shocked Pokemon if they tried to go through. But since they were in a car they were fine.
Then shiny versions of the 3 Legendary Beasts showed up. They looked back at everyone and then walked off. A few minutes later they came back, but were in human forms, looking kind of like a combination between super heros and boxers.

Then I woke up and went back to sleep.
This second time I was with a friend and we were at a renaissance faire. We had some special amulet which gave us super powers, and Batman was there, and he thought we were bad guys. So we had to fight him to protect ourselves, but he wouldn't listen to us as we tried to explain. He thought that because we were fighting we had something to hide, instead of just wanting not to be beat up.
Somewhere in the fighting we crashed through a window of a nice apartment and a really snooty, thin lady was there. She wanted to keep us and use us as servants because we broke her window. Her actual servant came in. He was a little goblin type creature, vaguely like Kreacher from Harry Potter. He took some hand prints of her really long, thin hands.

Then I woke up again.


That's it for today I guess.
Note to self: Going to sleep in a poor mood does not make for a restful night

Marching Band, Dogs, and Legends of the Hidden Temple

This is actually from two nights ago, the night of 12 Jan 2010. I didn't have internet access all day yesterday, so I typed this up in a word document and saved it until I could post.

Also, I didn't have a consistent enough dream last night, so this is it for today. I didn't sleep well and I can't remember my dream with the exception of a couple faces.

It was marching band camp at the end of the summer. My high school band director was there, and was yelling at us for not doing as well as we should. Except we weren’t marching on a football field for our performance, we were swimming in the ocean. So really it was more like synchronizing swimming, while playing musical instruments.

I was chatting with a few of my close high school friends about how our band director’s expectations were too high. He saw me talking about something, and made me leave.

I left the dock that everyone was sitting on, and just started walking since I was in an unknown area and didn’t have anywhere to be anyway. I left my alto saxophone behind, and as soon as I put it down, I instantly changed from a swim suit to regular clothes. I remember not being to upset with having to leave either because the song the band director had picked for the half time show was “Only Girl in the World,” which I do not like. It was also an unusual choice for him, knowing the types of songs he usually picks.

I continued walking until I came upon a pet shelter that looked like it needed some help. There was an unruly lady and her boyfriend there, who didn’t believe that the way she had treated her dogs was bad, and that she wanted them back (even though that had already been picked up and claimed by the pet shelter. I suppose it was an SPCA). The three dogs she wanted back were a small-medium sized white dog with curly fur, a german shepard mix, and a tan pitbull-mastiff mix. The lady had thin, dark hair in a ponytail and was tan. Her boyfriend was tall, built, and also had dark hair, but short, with long sideburns and a goatee. He was very quiet, she was not.

At some point she found a loop hole in what the SPCA did and got her dogs back. None of them really seemed to want to go with her, except the pitbull-mastiff mix, who just seemed like a big happy dope who would gladly go with anyone.

For some reason I was pulled into the whole situation and ended up walking the small white dog and the german shepherd mix, since they seemed to like me. The boyfriend walked the third dog, and the lady walked ahead, jabbering about how she was right, and they were wrong, and about how now she didn’t have any time to go shopping.

At some point along the way she got distracted by a brown gecko that was in a tree. She thought it was cute and called her boyfriend over to look. He liked it as well, and they decided they were just going to take it home with them. That’s when I ran. I dropped the dogs’ leashing (since at that point I was holding all three) and ran past them. They didn’t seem to notice, and when I looked back the three dogs were running the other direction.

When I stopped running it was because I nearly ran into a guy with no shirt, a vest, and big poofy pants. Like InuYasha’s pants, poofy just at the bottom, but baggy overall. He was in a tv game show that had the same feeling as Legends of the Hidden Temple, but not the same in any of the tasks. This game required a team, and you to defeat a whole bunch of people with martial arts, and dodge arrows and other things flying at you, and go through mazes, and then finally answer three questions correctly. So, I suppose like Legends, but in a different order, and more dangerous.

He asked me if I would join his team so I agreed. The first part we had to do was run across a mini desert, while people shoot arrows at you, and some run up to you to fight. Everything was decorated to look like a combination of Ancient Egyptian and Aztec. The team was five people, including me, so I was chosen to just run across and dodge everything, while everyone else defended me. I did, and there was more than just arrows. There were these white clay masks flying at me too, and I had to fight off one guy who got past everyone else. When I got to the other size, there was a puzzle. You had to press the right symbols in the right order in order to enter the maze portion. All the symbols were different colors and in weird Aztec-style shapes.

Somehow I solved the puzzle, and the stone slab in front of me divided in two and opened. I went inside, and it closed behind me. In this section I had to go through a maze, though I don’t remember the maze much, to be honest. But at the end I had to answer three of five questions correctly. I got the first two correct, then the next two wrong, but thankfully I got the last one correct. A weird little idol appeared in front of me, so  I took it and ran back through the maze, where the stone slab opened again.

When I got outside, my team mates were still fighting off all the people and dodging arrows and stuff. I yelled “I got it!” and started running back for the starting point. That’s when things became really crazy. Everything started firing two times as fast as before. I picked up a crossbow and used it to fire arrows at the clay masks that were coming at me. At one point another person got back to me, and I threatened him with the cross bow, and he backed off. I got back to the starting point, and everything stopped. My team mates ran back to me and we had won!

We were jumping around and screaming with joy, and some of my friends from earlier showed up and were celebrating with us.

Then I woke up.

I slept really well last night, which why I think I had such a long dream and can remember so much of it.

It’s still very strange though.

Julia Child, Bug Infestation, College, and Video Games

Last night's dream was a few very short dreams. I didn't sleep too well and kept being woken up because of the wind, because it's a "blizzard" outside right now.

The bigger chunk of dream that I remember was a cooking dream where I was Julia Child, and my two friends who I was cooking with was another really tall woman and a midget. The one from the show The Little Couple, to be precise. We were cooking and working on making a cookbook and just having a grand time. Then the midget had to go home, but she really didn't want to because her husband had been acting weird the last week or so and they've been fighting non stop. So I, as Julia Child, gave her some pastry thing which I assured her would cheer him up.
Then my dream followed the midget back to her house, and she tried offering the pastry to him, but he was still angry so he left. Then the other tall lady, a group of people with guns, and I all went over to the midget's house and had to do some special thing to get him to come back. But it wasn't cooking.
I think this is where Inception comes into play, because I watched it with my best friend last Thursday. So again, the whole scene had the same feeling of the action scenes in the end of Inception.
So we are trying to do something to get the husband to come back, but then we realize the whole house is infested with these black beetles and it's no wonder he didn't want to come back. So we call an exterminator to come in and he has to bring in a special team. But they clear out all the beetles and the husband comes back and is happy.

Then I woke up to the sound of wind blowing past my window.
When I got back to sleep I had a completely unrelated dream, though it was short.

I dreamt I was in a large room that was supposed to be like a college common room, but it was really just a large shared bedroom. Everyone had queen sized beds with tall posts at each corner, and all the beds were darkwood (very pretty). They were all really spaced out, and to my left was one of my friends, (who I actually know in real life), across from me were people who I knew in the dream, but I don't recognize, thinking about it now. Finally, there was a bed to my left against the adjacent wall which belonged to a friend of my brother's (also from real life). He had a tv and gaming system near his bed, so he let me play the video game he had, which was like Mario Kart, but with the Spyro cast. Plus Yoshi. He also had a blanket which had a Shakespeare book cover as the design for the whole blanket. I guess he was some sort of literary or Shakespearean studies major in the dream.
While I was playing the video game, my brother's friend (Eric) was on the phone. He talking to my brother actually. They were chatting but then Eric became very upset. He looked over to his Shakespeare book cover blanket, as did I since again, he seemed very upset, and someone had ruined it by changing some of the nice, fancy lettering to say profane words (I remember "dyke" being in there somewhere). Eric hung up the phone and started yelling at me, blaming me for it. I didn't know who did it, and I know I surely didn't. He then slapped me and told me to get "the hell away from me and my stuff."
I offered to buy him a new blanket to replace this one, which he accepted, but told him that I didn't do it, but felt bad which is why I did. He didn't believe me. I went back to me bed, where some other people were sleeping. So I booted them out and got in bed, where I was thinking about how loudly the bed was creaking.

Then I woke up. I knew my room creaks, so I think I heard that sound in real life and it must have translated into the dream.
The wind woke me up again though.

I also think there was a third dream, actually between these two, but I can't remember it. I think I must have only slept for a little while after the first, because I did wake up, then go back to sleep and dreamed this second dream (even though it's really the third).

Zombie College, Adam West, Superman, and Time Travel

So last night's dreamS are in two parts because I had to wake up early today, but I woke up earlier than I thought at first, and then went back to sleep and had a completely different dream.

So the first one went like this:


I was touring colleges with my mom and we made a stop at a college that she thought was very good, and I thought I would hate. But when we got there, it was the other way around because the school was a college that prepared you for the Zombie Apocalypse. Their "recreational facility" was a giant dirt field, but very hilly, and had random rubble everywhere. You were given special laser guns and were supposed to shoot one another, as if everyone was a zombie but you. Your gun kept track of how many hits and misses you made, and how many times you were hit. Then you were graded based on that information.
Above the giant field was an actual basketball court, which was the only actual "sport" the school played. Their colors were blue and yellow, but the game was still more dangerous than regular basketball because if you were too far out of bounds than you fell and could die.
When my mom and I were there we watched a basketball game and that happened, except instead of dying, the guy hit something electrical on the way down and got his left leg shocked off. His right leg was severely burned. I thought it was an amazing school so I applied and got in.

So I'm doing my thing at my awesome zombie preparation school and one day I had some spare time so I wanted to take the bus to get some food. I got on the bus, got off at my stop, and got my food but when I went to sit there wasn't anywhere available, so I just took my food and continued walking down the road, since I knew eventually there was another food place with open outside seating. I got there and it was a fish place called "Frye's Plates." I sat and ate, and I saw one of my old co-workers from Michael's, Lisa. So I chatted with her.
Then she left and I needed to get back but the walk back was all uphill and very long. I was going to get going when Shaggy from Scooby-Doo asked if I wanted a lift. I accepted and got in the van. He drove back to the school, but not to the main campus. He went to a side part and we went in this reinforced area underground. In there was Adam West. But it was "Adam West" from Family Guy, not the real one. Shaggy had to answer some questions about the military correctly, which he did, and then Adam West believed he wasn't a spy.

Then I woke up.
Yeah, it was weird, but kind of awesome.
I checked my clock, saw I had plenty of time, and went back to sleep.

This time I was following Superman around, but he was the only one who could see me. We went into the future, or we already were, and we went to see Lois Lane. She needed to tell Superman he had a daughter now (on top of the son) and she needed his help to raise them because her husband (the one from the newer Superman movie) had died. He died of cancer because the son had been emitting radiation the whole time, but the bad kind. So the boy wasn't there anymore because Lois didn't want to get cancer.
Anyway, so Superman's daughter was super smart, and knew all of the Krypton knowledge, but didn't have super strength or flight or any of that. She looked Eliza Bennett (the daughter in the movie Inkheart). She had made some weird spinning toy thing that made people see the truth about what they were thinking about too.
So Superman and Lois chatted, and even though I couldn't be seen I hid behind the couch that was there, playing with some toys. Then Lois told Superman that she didn't want him to be a part of the daughter's life and that he's nothing but a bastard, and I cried. Not because of what Lois said, I don't even know why but I was crying. Then when Lois left the room I told Superman we should go back to the right time, but we only could if we had something from that time period. Superman only had some coins from the future (the time we were in now) and I had a quarter from 1928.
Next thing I know, we're in 1928. But everything is modern, as it is now. Even my friends were there, even though they weren't even born yet.
So Superman and I are walking around some mall, but in a sort of wifi cafe/library. Everyone is on the computer. I meet up with my friends Arianna and Liz and we decide to go get food (I guess I just sort of ditched Superman). The whole time I'm trying to explain that I'm from the future, which they both seem to accept, but that if the past is this, being all modern, then does that mean that the future, my time, is like, super futuristic now? Time paradox, whoa...
Anyway, they both kind of shrug at the idea as we are standing in line for food. Once we get to the front of the line we sit in roller coaster style seats and are shuttled around. The food people give me a burger and some fries on this little napkin thing and tell me "Ten seconds." I assume it's how much time I have before the seat moves again, but I can't seem to gather my food. I really don't get how you are supposed to carry it around in a napkin. But everyone is giving me dirty looks for taking so long.

Then I wake up again.

And that's that for last night.
Sometimes I can recognize where certain aspects are from, most times I can't.

Walmart and Evil Moaning Myrtle

So last night's dream I had to really think about to remember. It creeped me out and probably was better forgotte, but oh well.

It started where I was in Walmart with a blind guy who had bird feet for hands. He wore sunglasses and had dark hair. We were just poking around the clothing section because they were having a sale on a line of sweat shirts and jackets designed by Dr. Suess. They were all really colorful and some had bizarre shapes. There was a sweat shirt which looked like a peacoat (double breasted), that was olive-brown colored with red trim and coat tails. Another was a sweatshirt that looked like someone chopped up 5 sweatshirts to make it. The right sleeve and front half was yellow, the right back half was red, the left back half was blue, the left sleeve, front half, and right half of the hood was black with grey to marroon (gadient) stripes, and the right half of the hood was green. All the pieces had big white stitching on the outside. So we were shopping around and I was going to get the patchwork looking one, and the blind kid was going to get the peacoat one ("I just wish I knew how I looked in it.") Unfortunately he didn't get one because we couldn't find it in his size.

So we walk to the front to check out, me holding the patchwork sweat shirt and him holding on to me for guidance, but then a character from a previous dream showed up. The only name I guess I can think to call her is Moaning Myrtle, because that's what I tease her with (in the dream). Her name isn't Myrtle at all, it's some other old fashioned name that starts with an M, but I don't call her it because she hates it. Anyway, she looks nothing like the Harry Potter character.
It's a ghost, but not a girl. It's an old haggard lady, diseased and rotting, her hair scraggly and dirty. Her eyes and teeth scare me more than anything because she bulges her eyes out when she looks at you, and they are yellow and veiny. Her teeth are just something else entirely, sharp, yellow, cracked, broken, and really just hideous.
Anyway, she floats right up to me and starts talking about how she's back and how I couldn't have gotten rid of her forever. She's gonna get rid of me this time though.


Great, so now I have to go do what I did in a previous dream, which I can only hope somewhere in my subconscious I can remember what to do. So the blind kid and I leave the Walmart at a full sprint and eventually we make our way to this creaky, dingy, old house close to the water, but on a cliff, with a stone light house/tower like structure next to it. We go in the house and there's a bunch of kids there and a really long table. Some of the kids are just under my age, some are young, like 6 or so.
I don't quiet remember what happened, just that me and the blind kid do some investigating and go all around the house, and one of the kids, this little 6 year old black kid, tells me some info and that "We're never going to get out alive."

Yeah, scared me.

Unfortunately I don't remember a big chunk in between then and the next part because I half woke up and then fell back asleep.
But then we (me, the blind kid, and all the people from the house) were all around this big rectangle table. I was two seats down from one end, with the blind kid to my left, and at the far end from me was a box, on top of the table.
Then the ghost appeared again and started going around the table asking everyone questions. I don't really remember what they were, except that when she got to the blind kid, she asked why he didn't look her way. I told her it was because he was blind, but then she floated real close to him and asked "Then why is he keeping his mouth shut so tight? Maybe it's because he doesn't want to scream because of my appearance... Maybe he's scared..." But then I screamed "Now!" to the blind hid and he clawed at the ghost (don't forget, he has bird feet/talons for hands. How clawing at a ghost was supposed to help is beyond me, but it freaked her out and did something). I quickly got up and grabbed the box off the end of the table, and started saying some chant/incantation thing and throwing all the stuff in the box out, and setting it on fire. "Myrtle" freaked out and then I pulled some ancient looking bone dagger out of my pocket and stabbed inside the box.
"Myrtle" then started to scream and eventually disappeared.

Then I woke up.
To be honest I was still freaking out and scared because that was the second time I've had to kill that ghost in a dream, and she still really scares me.
I think watching Season of the Witch a couple nights ago made me remember her though, because there's a whole bunch of plague-ridden people in that movie, and a really creepy old lady right in the beginning, and that probably reminded me of her.