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.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon meets Religion meets Batman

So since I spent most of my time setting up this blog, I unfortunately have forgotten most of my dream from last night. Normally I can remember it for quite a while, but focusing on one thing does sidetrack me and thus, I forget. Oh well, let's see what I can remember.

I don't remember the beginning much, other than that it was set up like Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, but on a cruise ship. I was a Shaymin (sky form) but then I was a Glaceon. Anyway, I just came back from a mission where I needed to rescue a Venusaur who was depressed and going on a bit of a rampage because of it. He was sad because no body seemed to like him.
When we got back from the mission, Venusaur saw small versions of Arceus and Giratina (they were about the hieght of the eeveelutions, or any "average" hieght pokemon) and was overjoyed and referred to them as "God" (Arceus) and "Jesus Christ" (Giratina). Not Jesus, Jesus Christ. So he ran up and gave them a very awkward Venusaur hug, which weirded them out.
I calmed Venusaur down and got him to let go of Arceus and Giratina, and then I took him to his cabin (don't forget, this is on a cruise ship).

Then some group of higher up, more important pokemon were meeting around the pool. I don't know why, or even remember who was really there, except the Joker (from Batman) was there. I don't remember what they were talking about, but I remember I was screwing with the pool by freezing and unfreezing it.

Venusaur then came out of his cabin, mopey again, and saw what I was doing and thought it looked like fun so he was breaking the water's surface, and I would freeze the ripples, which made really cool designs in the pool. That lasted for a while, then out of no where the Joker gets a letter (delivered by some Pichu). He reads it then flips out on Venusaur saying "HOW DARE YOU THINK THAT HARLEY QUINN WILL NEVER LOVE ME?!?!?!"

I don't know where that came from. But Venusaur apparently did send the letter, and him and the Joker got in a huge fight that I somehow got in the middle of and then fell in the pool and almost drowned. I knew how to swim but the Joker and Venusaur fighting ended up in the pool too and it was churning the water which made it so I couldn't tell up from down, and I was underwater too long and ran out of breathe. Then someone saved me and I regained consciousness and the Joker and Venusaur had stopped fighting, but still weren't speaking to each other, and Venusaur was making crazy eyes at me (if you catch what I'm saying).


Then I woke up because my parents and brother were fighting.


I still remember my dream from two nights ago too, but I'm not going to post about it because the blog starts here, not yesterday.