Chord Overstreet

... is a really, really attractive name.

And he was in my dream.

I'd like to say ahead of time that I'm not an obsessive Glee fan, but I do find it entertaining.

So in this dream, the Glee group was on tour and I somehow ended up in the choir that was with them. It was a huge choir full of really good singers, but I wasn't quite sure what I was doing there, because I'm not a great singer, I didn't know the words, and I didn't know which part I was supposed to be singing.

However, I was holding a flute and so were several other girls in the same row as me, so I guess I had played flute at some point for a song.

Anyway, the guy behind me wasn't doing very well with the words or his part either, in fact, he was reading off of some music that he had put in front of me to the right so that he could see it.

I looked behind me and saw that it was Chord Overstreet! He had a decent voice but he wasn't familiar with the songs, either, and he was kind of leaning against me from behind in order to see the music. His chest and arms were warm, it was really sexy. (My apologies to Boyfriend.)

We started a new song, and someone grabbed my flute away from me. I protested and yelled something like, "That's $10,000 in your hands!" but they took it away from me anyway.

I didn't have time to be upset, though, because the song was ending and, on a whim, Chord grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me over his head on the final note. I went with it, and threw my arms out to either side.

When the song as over, Chord put me down but I didn't see him again after that. I ran backstage to the table where the flutes that we had been holding were sitting.

There was a girl there, and I began yelling and swearing at her as I scrambled to find my flute. I was checking that key on the foot joint that I have engraved to figure out which one was mine, but none of the ones on the table were mine. The girl pointed to one that was jammed into a crack between two tables. My heart sank as I pulled it out and discovered, it was mine.

I flipped out on the girl sitting there, screaming that I had auditions in less than four days and now I was screwed. The flute wasn't playing above middle register and I was freaking out.

A little while later, I was feeling absolutely hopeless and sitting at a table with the girl I had yelled at and another guy. The girl brought up the fact that the Glee group was touring for a year, and didn't I have an audition in four days?

I realized she was right and said that I was way over my head in this choir and I was going to have to drop out soon. The girl and guy, surprisingly, agreed with me and said that they were dropping out soon, too.

Then I woke up.

***UPDATE***
I forgot to add one of the best parts -
Throughout the whole course of the dream, I was wearing this really, really gorgeous dress. It was lavender, belted at the waist, a very floaty a-line. Really glee-y. That kind of made the whole dream better.

Lazy-eyed Grace

I just thought of this... I should have my picture on here be me sleeping. Because it's a dream log. I'll probably do that soon.

Anyway.

Dream.

In the first part of the dream, I was at both MPulse and the Eastern Michigan Univ. equivalent of MPulse, and I had normal MPulse all covered but I couldn't find a piece to play at the masterclass Eastern. (This part is kind of stress-dream-y) So I resorted to getting out my excerpt book and playing the Mendelssohn scherzo excerpt, but first I couldn't double-tongue or single tongue fast enough at all, then the pages got wet and started falling apart in my hands, and the whole excerpt book was ruined.

Shifting ahead to the next part of the dream, I was at a marching band camp-type thing. For a really good marching band, which I was in. My friend Chuck was there, and by Chuck I'm talking about a real live person who I know named Chuck, not the T.V. show character who does seem to crop up in my dreams a lot. So Chuck is in college for music, and he was supposed to be conducting one of our pieces, a standard marching band song, and I know that when I was in the dream I distinctly knew what song it was and what it sounded like but I now cannot think of it.

I ended up distracting him, though, and he almost missed when he was supposed to conduct. The reason I was distracting him was because one of my eyes had decided to stray off to the side earlier that day, so it was pointing in a completely different direction from my other eye.

However, in the dream there was a thing that someone with a lazy or crossed eye could put in their eye to make it point forward, it was this little black plastic square-looking thing that fit onto your eye and was a little bigger than a pupil. When someone looked at me they could see it on my eye, but it didn't take up the whole eye and at least my eyes were both pointing forward. I remember taking it off and putting it back on occasionally, and the feeling of one eye pointing a different direction was very distinct, part of my vision was clear and another part was just a fuzz. Chuck was quite empathetic with me about my lazy eye, I think in the dream he may have had the same thing happen to him previously.

Then the dream shifted gears quickly, as my dreams always do. I was now at my high school, which was a combination of my school, Boyfriend's school, and part of the my high school that I completely dreamed up in my dream last night, which I was too lazy to record because it was pretty short and insignificant.

Anyway, we were at my high school but something was really wrong. Before I realized something was wrong, I saw Mr. Reinhard and Gina P., which was weird because neither of them should be at the high school anymore. But after I saw them, I started to find out about all this weird stuff. There were adults, adults who I didn't know, around in the school.

There was something horrible going on, the adults were taking over the school and capturing students or something, because I would see a pair of students sitting or standing around, and one of them would suddenly disappear in a flash of light. I didn't know where the disappearing students were going. Kevin and I decided to investigate.

There was a black guy with facial hair, kind of scrawny, not really the taking-over type sitting at a table inside the school, in the room where I was. I think it may have been the auditorium. I had heard from someone or figured out myself that if you happened to say the right thing and appear completely honest, the guy would let you go somewhere where the injured and disappearing students were going. I walked up to him and told him that I had been with my friend, Matthew Jacob (who really is a student at our school who I know of but am not friends with) when he had gotten a concussion and I wanted to see if he was okay. I knew that Matt really had gotten a concussion because I had seen it happen from a distance.

On a side note, at this point my eyes were both pointing forward on their own and I didn't need my eye-pointer-forward-thing.

Anyway, Kevin had also said that he was with Matt, but he got turned away. I guess he wasn't as convincing as I was. Where I ended up going was a gym-like room with white tile floor. There was a small orchestra and a huge choir rehearsing together in it. The orchestra was my school orchestra (which doesn't exist, by the way, we only have a band) and there was an older, heavy woman conducting. She looked kind of like Barbara. I ran up and started getting upset that no one had called me for rehearsal, as I was presumably the first-chair flutist. It looked like there was a complete flute section without me, though, which made me really angry because I've been feeling pretty insecure lately.

The lady conducting was an intruder, one of the adults, and I decided to start undermining her conducting and messing the orchestra and choir up. I think that the musicians were not completely taken over and they understood that I was trying to rebel and followed me when I jumped in front of the lady and started conducting super fast. I slowed down and sped up crazily, expecting to be stopped by the woman soon, but she had a blank expression on her face and just kept conducting robotically behind me. I started jumping every once in a while while conducting, indicating a cymbal crash or a big hit or something. I was having a lot of fun, but the conductor and musicians were still eerily blank, although some of the musicians and singers began jumping when I jumped, just for fun.

At this point, my mom walked into my room and asked me to endorse two checks, which was in real life, so I was forced to wake up and never found out if or when I found out what the mysterious adults were doing or stopped them. I'm still not sure what I wrote on those checks.

RELIENT K

...has been on my mind a lot lately because they played a concert in PONTIAC which is literally half an hour from my house, and it was the same day and time as my Christmas band concert, the ONE THING I couldn't get out of! To make it worse, this girl who my brother knows (who I used my senior guest pass to get into homecoming, so she is indebted to me) went to the concert, met MATT THIESSEN, and got her picture with him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGODICAN'TEVENSTANDIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It took me a minute to calm down after typing that.

If I've never said this before, I'm obsessed.

Anyway, on to the dream.

I was at Ichthus but it was weird. We were staying in a camp building with a cafeteria. One of my good friends Emily was there with me.

After dinner on the day of the Relient K concert, I looked at the schedule and saw that they were playing at 6 o'clock for some reason (that would never happen in real life) and it was dinner time, so I was running very, very late. (Last year I got to their concert three hours early.)

I needed someone to go with me, so I picked Emily, and I had to wait around for her to finish dinner... get ready... get her camera... wrap some yarn up in a napkin (?)... it was very frustrating.

We ran to the concert, which was strangely close to the campsite, and lo and behold, there was only a crowd of about ten people in the audience. I ran right up to the stage and looked up at Matt and it was awesome.

All of a sudden, during one of the new songs that I don't know (I'm a fan of OLD Relient K, but I do have all of the albums so I have the new songs too, I just don't have the words memorized.) Matt jumped off the stage and started holding the mic up to audience members to sing. And they all new the words. And one of them was an Amish girl. He was kind of running down the line and when he got to me I just smiled and didn't say anything, so he jumped back up on stage and I was embarassed and so ashamed of myself that I hadn't taken the time to learn the (maybe FIVE) songs I don't know.

Then we had an eye contact moment again, and the dream was over.

Chuck Me

More Chuck in my dreams.

I like it. :)

So in this dream, I somehow got put in this weird class second semester as opposed to Sociology, which I signed up for. It was some really difficult but abstract class about some foreign culture that sounded like "calzone" (which is a food) and I generally didn't understand what was going on. There was a really young guy teacher who reminded me of Joel McHale combined with Mr. Richards from seventh grade health class and I hated him.

Anyway, it was the first day of the new semester and I walked into my weird calzone-sounding class and we were on these bleacher-looking things for the class. I saw that Chuck was sitting in the first row and no one was next to him, so I sat down next to him. I was surprised that the seat was empty because he's pretty attractive and famous.

He and I talked a little and then he said something like, "Remember that time we kissed in the bathroom?" and I was like, "Seriously? You don't know who I am? We've never done that." and then I called him a jerk and walked away but still found him quite, quite attractive.

Just imagine that Sarah is me. >>>

Gorilla Rescue

I have no idea what brought on this very, very vivid dream.

There was some hubbub before hand in a seperate dream including Madame Webster subbing for us in band class, a group of firefighters bringing in some instruments and uniforms that people had left lying around, and me going and buying a pack of gum for a hall monitor which took me a surprisingly long time and I could've just stolen it or something because the vending machine was wide open. She rewarded me with a book. (?)

The really intense dream started after all of that. In the dream, I came into the posession of this baby gorilla. It felt so real in my arms, I was hugging it close for most of the dream.

I was walking around this college campus/museum looking for the gorilla habitat that I had been told was there, so I could put the gorilla baby back in its home. We were taking quite a long time, several days, to find it, however, and the gorilla and I slowly grew attached to each other, and it was also growing and getting older.

We finally ended up in the right building but it was something like sixteen floors high, and we didn't know which floor the habitat was on, so we started exploring.

We came across this guy and girl, who were supposedly good, helpful people. (maybe students?) However, my gorilla was getting a lot older and larger, he was almost full size (it was in fact a 'he') and at one point he thought the guy was threatening me, and so attacked him. The guy was fine, he was just shaken up, but him, his girlfriend, and a few other guys decided that my gorilla was dangerous and needed to be euthanized.

The gorilla and I were on the run within the building that contained the habitat, trying to search around on every floor without being caught by the people who were going to euthanize him. I guess the situation was, if I got the gorilla to the habitat before they found us, they could not kill him, but if they found us before then, they could. So I was scrambling to get him there.

The chase was taking a toll on my gorilla, he was not happy any more and it made me very sad. Then there was this part where Kevin was suddenly with us and we were walking through an area where there was a high concentration of people, and so the gorilla was walking on his hind legs and pretending to be a man in a gorilla suit and Kevin was wearing a wizard outfit, so they looked like they were just going to a costume party or something. It was really, really odd.

In the dream, I turned out to be reading this story in a book, so I flipped to the end because I wanted to find out what happened. I think that the gorilla and I were in a face-off against the chasers, but at that moment my dad woke me up and I lost the rest of the dream.

The Impression That I Get

The dream started out in a stress-like manner.

It was the season review concert for marching band, and I was supposed to be conducting "The Impression That I Get." So I conducted two blank measures and yelled "1...2...1 2 3 4" like I always do, but nobody started playing in the third measure like they were supposed to. So I tried to save it, and kept conducting and gave another "1 2 3 4" but still, no one came in. They all just stared at me. So I stopped conducting and tried to start them again, but they still didn't play.

At this point, Mr. G (band director) came out to save me, and started the band. However, all they did was play a gross note and then kind of fall apart by the second beat. He tried to start them again and again and it was horrible and I could feel the frustration of the audience... it was pretty nightmarish.

Then the dream took a random turn and I was in my garage with this girl I know, Abby. We were waiting for something, I think, and I remember her mom calling her to tell her she was coming to get her, so that was what we must have been waiting for.

At this point, an old crazy lady started shuffling around my yard, but in the dream it was Abby's yard. I went over to the lady and started leading her out of the yard, saying something like, "Move along, move along." (She kind of reminded me of Bathilda Bagshot from HP&TDH)

After the old lady shuffled away, these two little woodland creatures that looked like a fox and a tiny white guinea pig started running around the garage, so I had to chase them out, too.

We got kind of bored, and eventually the conversation turned to human nature and the issue of Abby's father came up. (It's kind of private, so I won't go into the details. Basically, there was an incident and now it is called into question several times since then whether or not her father is a good person.) I argued that he was and the person on the other end of the incident was also to blame. She didn't seem upset that I had brought up the subject.

The end.

Haunted House

So

This year for Halloween, Kevin and I were supposed to go to Erebus.

But it "didn't work out."

Because I was terrified.

This dream was definitely my punishment.

So in this dream, we (and by we I mean me and a bunch of people who ditched me right away) went to this haunted house, and Kevin was with me so I was making him hold my hand the whole time.

But it turns out, Kevin actually worked there, so he ditched me when we got inside and went off to 'get in his position' or something stupid.

The house was a part of the mall, actually, and there was this part of the dream right before that was actually awesome in which I was browsing through these big poofy princess dresses that were from the Disney princess movies but didn't have any stupid labels on them. THEN we went to the haunted house.

The house had three floors and the main floor was kind of like a department store-looking thing, and I didn't go to the basement, and the upstairs rooms were individual bedrooms, which I also didn't make it to.

I honestly don't remember many scary things happening, I just remember being frightened out of my mind and ready to scream my face off at the first thing that jumped out at me.

At some point this girl from my school tried to jump out and scare me, I guess she worked there, but she did a really bad job (it was the Homecoming Queen's little sister) so I stopped and tried to help her by giving her some advice.

I was in the stupid house forever, and I still couldn't find anyone to hold my hand and I was so terrified. Somehow, I managed to get into some rooms that were for employees taking a break, that I was not supposed to be in, and I found this guy who looked like Bobby Moynahan and my friend Shelby's boyfriend combined taking a nap and was desperately begging him to walk through the rest of the house with me holding my hand.

This is kind of boring so feel free to skip...

I had a dream last night.
And there is no possible way to interpret it,
because it bored even me.
And I was the one having it.

First, this girl in a few of my classes named Celsey showed up. Celsey is super, super opinionated and unfortunately, she never has the same opinions as me, so I'm not a huge fan of hers. Which makes this part really easy to interpret.

I was talking about something, and Celsey just started disagreeing with everything I said, proving me wrong, and making me look and feel bad. She also talked about how here school was way better than Romeo, and I distinctly remember her saying the name of a school near mine, I don't remember which, but that doesn't make sense because she definitely moved here from Ohio.

Then my flute teacher showed up at my house.

I know what this meant - I feel guilty because I haven't been practicing like I should.
Anyway,
Him and Sharon showed up at my house for some sort of holiday party or something, don't know why I invited them.
My teacher suddenly started talking about this support group he is in for people who are cyber-bullied. (I'm pretty sure those don't exist) I really doubt that he is actually cyber-bullied. Then my friend Emily showed up and said she was in that support group too, but it was because she was a cyber-bully. Which also does not make sense. Then she said something like, "At least I'm aware." or something, as if the fact that she was in a support group made it a little less bad.

The end.

Not sure what brought this hideous dream on...

I have never really been plagued with disturbing dreams since childhood, usually my nightmares deal with anxiety. Apparently two nights ago was the exception.

My character in the dream was actually quite laughable. I was a mustachio-ed man-detective. I have absolutely no idea what I was detecting.

The scene that I remember was that I was in our offices, sitting at my desk with a few other people, including another guy and a young-ish asian woman.

I made this comment, something like, "I'm always getting shot." (Which, now that I think about it, is true when it comes to dreams. I've been shot three times in three seperate dreams. Maybe my subconscious was referring to that?)

Anyway, shortly after I said that, a shot came through the window. I thought about what a coincidence that was before realizing that it had hit the asian woman in the side of the head. A split-second after that shot was fired, another flew in from the opposite side, and went into the poor woman's head on the other side.

I was confused for a while, wondering why she wasn't bleeding more. She was just standing there looking surprised, two holes in the sides of her head. All of a sudden, blood started pouring out of her head, spraying all over the place, not quite perpendicular to her body, but close. She stumbled forward from behind her desk as the few of us in the room watched, horrified. I don't know why we didn't try to help her.

Suddenly, she opened up her mouth like she was going to vomit, and it looked like there was an apple coming out of her mouth at first, but then the thing fell completely out of her mouth, and it was her BRAIN, which splatted onto the floor. It was kind of pink at the top with a thin layer of white at the bottom and very shiny and quite large. We all just stared at it, including the woman whose brain it was, because for some odd reason she was still alive. Then she said a few words that I don't remember, all I know is that she spoke.

I woke up shortly after.

Relient K road trip

The dream started out as I had gotten tickets to a Relient K show.

YAY

I was in this debate with my mom about who I could bring with me, as the show was in a far-away part of Michigan that we would have to road-trip to.

At first, the companions in question were Franny or Kevin. My mom eliminated Kevin as an option because it was innappropriate that we'd be sharing a hotel room together on our way there. She did not say anything about Franny, but there was this weird side-dream about Franny stuck in there.

Franny had this new boyfriend, whose name might have been Chris, but he was not the new boyfriend named Chris that she actually has, he was a new NEW boyfriend named Chris, and he had long brown hair (shoulder-length) and a big brown beard. Not really her type at all. And he had this smile that crinkled up his entire face, so by the end of the dream I could kind of see how he was cute under all that hair, but still. And he was nice enough.

Anyway, Franny was ruled out as an option as well, so I (for some strange reason) chose to take Brittany with me. (A girl I know from school.)

We made a stop-over at my Grandma 'leta's house on the way there and her and Megan were sitting at the dining room table eating Thanksgiving dinner. (?)

We finally got to the concert and were, for some reason, behind the band. Matt Thiessen was picking a few people to do this dance to a specific song during the 'pre-show' (no idea what that is) and he chose me because I was wearing a tie-dye shirt! So I got to stand by Matt Hoopes and try to follow along with this other girl in tie-dye to do these choreographed motions to a song.

Then we chatted with Matt Hoopes and, all too soon, my mom woke me up so I did not have a chance to hang out with Matt Thiessen. :(

In any case, great dream.

Jim and Pam

So in my very, very strange dream last night, I started out as some sort of nurse or orderly at a hospital. This big group of people were being admitted, and they were all from my school, and I gave them all these nametags that they had to wear so we could identify them in case of emergency.

However, they were not cooperating and soon ran out the outside doors of the hospital to go swim in a lake. I tried to stop them at first, or at least make sure they were wearing their nametags, but the chief of surgery, Dr. Kelso from Scrubs, said that I should just let them go, they'd be back.

So I went outside too, with this female intern who looked like Pam from the office who was wearing blue scrubs. This guy nurse who was Jim from the office came with us and I got tired (Apparently I had turned into a patient now.) so I fell asleep across their laps. Sitting there on the hill with the patients swimming and me sleeping on them was where they fell in love, quit their hospital jobs, and got jobs at Dunder Mifflin. I am a true matchmaker.

Chuck

I think I watch too much Chuck, because he keeps popping up in my dreams. I also saw Tangled last night (which Zach Levi is in as well). Anyway, I don't remember at what point the dream started but I was walking/running around this blustery courtyard outside of some rather important library. Sarah and Casey were there (I think maybe I was Chuck) and there were some people trying to kill me, and we weren't sure when they'd show up.

Then we found Jeff's car, which was old and dilapidated, and when I got into it I was me and I was with my dog, Chewy. I stopped to fill up the gas in the car. Somehow, the inside of the front dashboard was the gas tank and I could see the gas filling it up. Unfortunately, part of it had been smashed in and the gas started spilling over and before I could stop him, Chewy drank some of it.

We got back to my house and I was freaking out because I thought Chewy was going to die. I was with my dad and he kept saying to go get mom if I wanted someone to help me figure out if Chewy was okay.

So I'm calling and calling for my mom but she's upstairs. At first she doesn't hear me, then she keeps saying things like "Just a minute," "In a minute." Then she started saying "Is this important?" And I was insisting that yes, it was very important but she did not seem to care.

Sleeping longer nights... having weirder dreams...

Thanksgiving break has been good to my sleeping schedule.
I've dreamed every night.

So last night I had this dream that I was shopping in a gas station/drug store looking store. Trashy looking. I was debating over some food, probably my sub-conscious struggling with my awful eating habits. I ended up buying this really, really cute dress that they were for some reason selling in a convenience store. It looked like it had a knitted bodice, the waist was above the belly button but not like empire-waisted. The material of the bodice kind of reminded me of twine, and it had short sleeves. The skirt was light blue. It was a really, really cute dress.

Then I made friends with the cashiers.

That was all.

Ethan

The dream starts out as I'm at some sort of concert or play outdoors with Derrik. It sort of had to do with Harry Potter and I looked up and saw Salazar Slytherin running away, but for some reason I needed to catch him so I ran after him and began chasing him around this forest that we were in.

Then there were more bad Potter characters that I needed to chase around too and these elaborate reasons why that was never in any of the books. All this time, Derrik and I are trying to plan when we're going to meet in the same park to hear a community orchestra perform Tchaikovsky's 4th.

At this point it seems like the dream has split into a seperate dream but it actually hasn't. We're all at someone's house and I'm eating Kraft macaroni & cheese when my dad instructs me to make this alcoholic drink for my Aunt Janet to help her sleep. I remind him that that is a myth, alcohol will not help you sleep because it changes your brain chemistry and will actually wake you up in a few hours. (I literally saw this on Dr. Oz two days ago.)

Then I went down to the basement.

And my Aunt Janet walked up with Ethan.

He looked only about six, with his short hair and I think wearing a red shirt. The thing was, I knew he wasn't real but I also knew we could all see him. I wrapped my arms around him and was terrified that I would just be holding air, but he was actually there. Then I started telling him about the crazy Harry Potter dream I had had the other night, (the one previously mentioned in this post) because I remember he loved Harry Potter. My Aunt Janet and Dad were just watching us.

After a while, he just disappeared and I started to cry, still talking to him. When I finished talking I was still crying and when I looked over at my Aunt Janet she said to me, "I don't understand either."

I miss him.

zombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombies

Lord knows why I have so many zombie dreams.

Last night's was CRAZY!

The setting was that the zombie apocalypse had already begun and we were getting used to living in it.

The dream started as being indoors but I wasn't sure where. (Near the end I was in a large, semi-creepy house so it might have been there.) I was in a panic, trying to arm myself as I was going somewhere, and I had a razor and a pencil in my pocket. On a few occasions, a very lethargic zombie would jog past. I did this thing to kill them where I would stab the pencil or pen (at this point I had a lot of pencils and pens on me) through their heads, somehow through the forehead. (The eye would make more sense.) I could distinctly feel the pen squish through their heads. It was unpleasant.

Then some of my friends got me to go outside and walk somewhere with them, saying that we could handle the amount of undead that was around outside at this point. So I RELUCTANTLY went with them, knocking off a few zombies on the way to where we were going. My friends (and a few companions who were complete strangers) were significantly more calm about the situation. My friend Jess was there and was making me feel stupid about getting so worked up over the zombies.

We got to where we were going, which turned out to be some kind of store, it looked like a K-Mart-type store with aisles of products. A couple of times we would see zombies and kill them as we were shopping. Then I saw my friend Thom, who had turned into a zombie and was wearing the white suit he wore to homecoming which, by the way, looks hideous on him. So he was for some reason just running around the store like a crazy person instead of trying to eat us, but I had to try and get rid of him anyway. Luckily, I didn't have to. Some guy showed up with a machine gun and shot him down, but then the guy with the machine gun somehow died in the act of doing this. I was actually relieved that this happened, though, because I could take the gun for my own rather than my previous weaponry.

We returned to a creepy, large house. The way we killed zombies was suddenly different. Rather than them dying when we destroyed the brain, they would somehow become human again after we destroyed the brain. I don't really understand the logic there.

Anyway, at this house my friend Anna showed up, as a zombie, and a shoved a pen through her head, thus curing her rather than killing her. It was pretty gruesome. That was the last part of the dream I remember.

Weird thing was, a few times I went out-of-body and when I saw myself in the dream, half the time I was myself and half the time I was Pete from "Private Practice."

When I woke up, I couldn't figure out if the dream was real or not and so buried myself under my covers and decided to burrow into my cave and hide from the zombies forever.

Zombies...everywhere...

So there was this zombie infection, people would start sweating and their eyes would get purple rings around them and they moved slowly, trying to bite others but not eat them. I was first with that sleepy intern from Bones and possibly Dr. Shepherd from Grey's Anatomy, then the sleepy intern sacrificed himself for me. But the zombies didn't stay zombies for long, the effects of the bite wore off after about ten minutes. I got a baseball bat and started smashing heads in a very very real, disturbing way, but I couldn't seem to swing the bat very hard. Then my friend Shawn showed up and said he'd protect me but he turned into a zombie so I smashed his head.

At some point we were fighting zombies in an amusement park, kind of like in Zombieland, but different because it was day out and I was on one of those concrete platforms next to the giant swinging Viking ship.

On a side note, my friend Shawn has shown up in three of my dreams thus far. How odd.

On another side note, I love Woody Harrelson.

Also, this was from a few nights ago and I just forgot to write it down.

....

VERY BEHIND ON DREAMS!

I am keeping them stacked up in my agenda, waiting to be reported.

I'll do that later.

All I remember about last night's dream is that my childhood best friend, Scarlet, and her mom were in it. We may have been shopping or something because they were complimenting me on something. Then I briefly reminisced about Scarlet's sister, who died at sixteen, and I was worried I would offend them or make them upset, but Scarlet just smiled about it like she was glad I remembered.

DOG

So I found this grey stray dog running around. It was wearing a collar. I vividly remember grabbing the collar and reading the name and address of its owner from the tag.

I intended to return the dog to its owner, so I got Chewy, my mom, myself, and the dog all loaded up in our van and we went to find this person's house.

However, we got lost and never found it.

Then,

My band director left and we got a new one, Mr. Lewis from Clarkston. That was right before I woke up.

That's all.

Mellophone Worry

First off,

This girl who plays mellophone in my band, Zoe Rudich, was trying to frame me for destruction of property or something for getting nail polish all over her yearbook (??) and I know why, because in real life I yelled at her at the game on Friday. But she didn't succeed because she was clearly trying to frame me.

Then I somehow knew how to play mellophone and I was so happy because it meant I could march mellophone in college and I could even do DCI if I wanted... I was really disappointed when this part of my dream wasn't true. If I had more time in my day I'd definitely learn mellophone.

Then there was a big chunk of dream, I was walking around some town that looked like a cross between Oxford and Midland with someone who alternated between my brother Joe and Joe Dorman. I had to call my mom to get directions at one point and I distinctly remember the whole scene:

I was standing at a street corner looking up at the street signs. A female police officer was standing behind me because apparently that was her post. I called our house phone first and it went straight to voicemail (which doesn't actually happen with house phones in real life.) so I called her cell but she was on the house phone with some guy from our church. But I told her the streets we were at (one of them was Westview) and she told me to turn right, but I saw this little music store to the left so I went that was to go check it out.

We walked through some stands that looked like they'd been at the renaissance festival on our way over. The music store was a huge disappointment, it was mostly just pictures of people for some reason. I determined while in the music store that I was in Midland because the kids in the marching band photos were Midland High students. There were mostly pictures of the sousaphones, who for some reason were wearing a bunch of PVC pipe in addition to the sousaphones.

At this point my mom showed up and was looking around the music store too and talking about relationships. First she told me that I needed a new boyfriend because a girl shouldn't just have one boy her whole life. Then she was talking about her relationships and for a few minutes I was under the impression that she was a lesbian.

Then when I was ready to go, I went to get my mom from where she was talking to the shop owner. I just said, "I'm ready to go" to her and walked away, then realized that the shop owner was my old band director Mr. Reinhard, but I kept walking away because I'm still pissed off that he left.

Finally, we were walking down a sidewalk and for some reason I couldn't stop walking in a diagonal line and pushing everyone off so they all got really mad at me.

This was a long one.
The end.

The Result of Sleeping for 13 Hours...

...especially after a week of sleep deprivation.

The dream started out introducing this guy character. His background was weird and sketchy, apparently he had been struck by lightning and was left deaf and mostly blind. He had black hair and looked kind of like this weird exchange student from my school.

Then it turns out I was dating him. We were walking around somewhere but he was embarassing me with his bumbling around.

At some point I met his mom and it turns out it was her fault he had been struck by lightning, because the lightning travelled through her and hit him.

Then the plot got really weird and it turned out that his parents had endangered him by making him get some famous euphonium (I know, weird.) from a really dangerous spot in a movie theatre.

After a while, the guy turned into my ACTUAL boyfriend, and I wondered how I had never noticed he was deaf and blind before.

Then I was at his house and he for some reason had two small houses instead of one big house. There were multi-colored squirrels everywhere because his dad is obsessed with squirrels. (Not really, but strangely enough my mom's boss really is obsessed with squirrels.) I think that's about where the dream ended. There was something about a euphonium-shaped cookie.

Somewhere in the middle of the dream my dog got arrested, which was strange. At first I was protesting his arrest but then I gave in and admitted that he deserved some jail time. I have no idea what my dog could've done. He's the most innocent dog ever.

Flute anxiety

So I felt really guilty yesterday

because I hadn't practiced flute in three days

(Background info: I intend to be a flutist when I'm all growed up.)

So I had this dream that I was practicing, for a long time. I was so proud of myself for all of the practice time I put in.

Then I woke up.

I was mad.

FUZZY GREEN OSTRICHES?!?!?!

Hopefully that title caught your attention.

I had a dream last night.

A very strange dream.

Kind of embarrassing as well.

Anyway,

I was standing outdoors, strolling around with some other people around me but not with me. I walked past this patch of grass with these two strange-looking birds on it.

As a side note, I think I might have an irrational fear of large birds. (Although now that I think about it, it's pretty rational.) Did you know that ostriches and emus can kill you?!?!? They can kill you!!

Back to my dream.

The birds looked like they had ostrich legs but their necks were thicker than ostrich necks and their heads were bigger. It looked like their fur was bright green turf growing out of them. Their heads reminded me of something from Alice in Wonderland because their beaks were actually those goofy horns that you always see clowns using, that have the rubber ball and the metal horn stuck to each other.

So I walked past these birds, and one of them looked up and right into my eyes.

I froze in place. I've heard you're never supposed to look an attacking animal in the eyes, but it was too late, I couldn't seem to look away.

The bird started trotting towards me and I was sooooo scared.

Suddenly, my friend S ran up from the side and I assumed he was going to tackle the bird, but instead he lifted his leg and peed on the bird's leg like a dog.

Which was really gross.

But the bird left me alone after that.

The end.

Boyfriend's House Dream

Spent the night at Boyfriend's last night.

First, I was with my friend Annette and she was returning my t-shirt to me that she had worn. It was grey and pretty cute, but when she returned it it had a big rip in it. I pointed it out and she was like, "Oh, that's so small."

(This is all very uncharacteristic of her.)

Then she offered me this hockey jersey to wear instead and I took it and put it on but it was so huge on me I looked like a was wearing choir robes.

Then I was in a bus with my Aunt Roseanne and Uncle Brad, and a bunch of my Korean cousins got on and then my 3 yr. old cousin Penelope ran up to me and hugged me and I was so happy and lifted her up and did this thing that my Aunt Janet does when she lifts up a kid where she goes, "Oh-ho-ho-ho" which would not be weird if you heard it in real life and if I were to do it out loud everyone would think to themselves, "That's that thing that Janet does."

Then the dream took a bad turn and it may have been the influence of Boyfriend's house because apparently he has lots of dreams like this.

We all got out into the parking lot and my extended family all started getting into their cars, none of them calling me over to get into theirs. I went for a white car, but when I neared it, I realized that all of the seats were full.

Then I saw Brad and Roseanne in their car, accelerating backwards for some odd reason. I ran after their car and they started accelerating faster and faster backwards and Roseanne was giving me odd looks as if she didn't know who I was. Then I realized that I had been looking at them through the windows of another car, Janet and Jeff's van. I was surprised so I stopped running and they both shot past me.

When I finally saw my own family I started running towards them in slow motion, just to be funny. I can't remember if they left without me or not.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

...was actually Mr. H, the choir teacher at my school. He looked just like Joseph Gordon-Levitt. We had a weird conversation and he told me that he had had cancer a bunch of times.

Then I was driving around my church's church van and for some reason trying to hide it from my dad, who had the other church van.

Renaissance Festival stress dream

So Boyfriend and I went to the Ren Fest today and had an absolute blast - we went all out dressing up and saw the Royal joust and a ton of other neat things.

ANYWAY

Last night I had a STRESS DREAM about the Ren Fest!!! Ridiculous! Why does this always happen to me? This wasn't even something vital to my future and I stress dreamed about it!

So

When the dream started out I was leaving for Boyfriend's house. (Our plan - go to Boyfriend's, then Ren Fest from there because he lives much closer.) On my way I realized that I had forgotten all of my money and both of our costumes other than a random green bathrobe. When I got to Boyfriend's, I was freaking out and demanding to go all the way BACK to my house (45 minute drive) to get our stuff, then to the Fest (55 minutes from my house.)

So we hopped on his motorcycle (He does not have a motorcycle) and started driving back to my house and for some reason he decided to take a shortcut - through someone's house!! I was like, "What in the world are you doing?" and he said, "Oh, don't worry I know them." Which I guess he thought was a valid excuse as we drove the motorcycle through several rooms of their house and then out the back door.

The dream was never resolved and was very, very weird.

Gah.

I dreamt I was 9 months pregnant. I was about to go into labor and was being taken to the hospital by my mom and some other woman. I was looking through my drawer for a shirt to wear and Shannon was with me for just a moment, and I pulled out the pink shirt with her name on it but the letters were falling off.

Then I was at the hospital and I called Boyfriend to tell him I was pregnant because I guess somehow he didn't know. Then I suddenly remembered that I am a virgin, and I said really loudly to my mom, "But I've never had sex!" a bunch of times.

Then I realized that I had been impregnated while in a hot tub with Kevin, like what supposedly happened to Quinn on Glee. Boyfriend laughed as if he somehow already knew it had happened when I told him, and I got really mad and broke up with him. Then I decided I was giving the baby up for adoption and I was ready to get it all over with when I woke up.

For a minute after I woke up I had a little freak-out because I thought it was real, but then realized it was a dream. (I hate that!)

A not-bad dream! :)

Not bad, but weird.

Just as a note up front, I'm not a huge Twilight fan. I enjoy the books and movies as an innocent form of entertainment and I like them a HEALTHY AMOUNT!!

On that note, my dream was full of the characters from Twilight last night. I was not Bella, I was just me, but I was in Bella's position of being the only human with the Cullens. This other vampire clan started moving into the Cullens' attic for some reason and wanted to fight them for the property.

So Edward for some reason was going to face all of them all on his own, and I was sent away for the duration of the fight but at that point I was woken up by my dog licking my face because I was sleeping on the living room floor because I was having a sleepover with Anna. The End.

Quick Add-On

I had another brief dream last night that I just remembered... I saw my old band director who has been in jail again, and I always wondered if he would look different but in my dream he was a literally a completely different person, he was this old man with a kind of fat looking face and hair like Mr. Spresney.

More Bad Dreams

There was this woman who sort of looked like Amy Poehler but evil and she was kidnapping the contestants of this pageant and torturing them. She had gotten two of the girls and I don't remember what she did to them, and she was going after me because I was in the pageant.

I never really finished that part of the dream, I guess the situation resolved itself. I think maybe the police came in a dream for once.

Then my mom and I were in our old across-the-street neighbors, The Wolickis', house, and their house was super awesome. We were bonding and eating doughnuts and for some reason I was wearing only a shirt and underwear, so when the Wolickis' daughters arrived at home I had to run around and find pants.

Then something awesome was going to happen, but my dad came in and woke me up.

Am I a morbid person?

Another dream in my litany of terrible dreams...
I had this dream that my friend Chris died. I remember seeing him in a casket and having that weird feeling when you see someone you know in a casket, that it's not really them at all but some sort of imposter. It was a bad dream.

Bad Dreams

Had a dream the other night that my dad and I were driving home from Kevin's house and we got car-jacked. This guy was sitting in the passenger seat and I was in the driver's seat and my dad was in the back seat. The car-jacker had some sort of accelerator on his side of the car and he was using it to make my car go out of control, and I was braking and trying to steer around obstacles.

Then I was out of the car and in my school and the car-jacker was in the car with my dad. Then the car-jacker called me and somehow showed my a video of my dad and my dad was having some sort of seizure and he had blood on his face and I started screaming and crying in the middle of the hallway at school.

Then I was back in the car and I jumped out of the car and the car-jacker hit me with the car and pushed me into some parked cars. Then I was back in the car again and I started to hit things and other cars on the passenger side because I was trying to kill the car-jacker and I still didn't know where my dad was.

:(

In my dream, I was playing some sort of handheld game (not electronic) and Ethan was running around by me. Then the dream started over again and Ethan was gone.

Ceiling Dwellers and Blood Donations

I had this strange dream that I was handing things to my friend SP, only he was inside the ceiling of a building and I was throwing them through a missing tile to him. It seemed perfectly normal that that's where he was living in the dream. Then I had some sort of a stress dream about getting to a blood drive on time to donate, it was in Clarkston and I was debating about what vehicle to take there. I ended up getting there on time but was ineligible, just like in real life.

Stress Dreams = Poop

I had a stress dream about my flute lesson today last night. It wasn't about the actual lesson though, it was about getting there. I get really anxious about getting places on time but not about the actual event.

In the dream I couldn't find the directions to Brandy's house. I searched all over my room frantically for hours, and then by the time I found them it was at least 2:15 and it takes an hour and a half for me to get to Brandy's house and my lesson was at 3:00 so I called her and cancelled. Then I had another mini stress dream in which I woke up several times checking the clock and each time the clock said something crazy. Also, I kept waking up and thinking my lesson was at 1:00 and that I was incredibly late. It was generally an awful night.

I'm officially creepy...

I had a dream that Neil Patrick Harris and I kidnapped this guy and tied him up in the back of a car. We then performed a sex change operation on his while he was unconscious to anatomically turn him into a woman. I don't know why we did this, I think we had some sort of task that could only be carried out by someone with a vagina. (Thought: I have a vagina...) When he woke up we somehow managed to hide it from him that his penis was missing. Then a few days later, we knocked him out again and reversed it.

Second dream. I went to pick up my senior pictures and saw a bunch of people there that I knew. Saw SS and her pictures had a flute in them, but she doesn't play flute. Saw CS and her pictures were all silly. Saw Old Band Director and he was kind of trying to describe a piece of music to me and I think it was from Carnival of the Animals. Then my parents and I went to eat some free food at a concert and it was a harpsichord concert and they were playing the demo song from my electric keyboard. (I've been hearing music in my dreams lately, oddly enough, the other two instances have been the Can-Can and "Somebody to Love" by Queen.) I got a sandwich that was really good and then we left.

Small dream on the end. I was watching Harry Potter with Kevin. There was a baby crawling around. I think the rest of my family was on some sort of dangerous mission and I was being left behind to watch Harry Potter and I was okay with that.

Band Party

So last night I hosted the end-of-band-camp party at my house, since it's tradition for the senior drum major to do so. Then I had a stress dream about it after it was over for some reason.

In the dream, my dad had said that everyone had to be gone by 11:00pm, just like it really happened. But in my dream my dad had gone to bed and a group of people had stayed until 2:00am, at which point he woke up and I tried to hide them somehow but just got into really big trouble instead. I think I was grounded, but I went to buy groceries instead and used a card of my mom's to pay. For some reason you had to sign in when you got to the grocery store and more than one person could not use the same identity. My mom showed up while I was shopping and I was rushing to leave before she did or else she wouldn't be able to pay and would find out that I was there and had used her grocery card. She found out anyway.

Cousin Dream

Dreamed about my cousin Hahnji. I went to South Korea where she lives and it was really confusing and there were other people around, possibly my grandmother.

Huh?

My father died, but I didn't know about it until my friend JT offered to sing at his funeral. (JT is not a singer...) For the whole dream my main worry was how to tell her not to without hurting her feelings, rather than being upset about my father dying.
Oh, and I kept dreaming parts of this story I've been trying to write, and in my dream I was writing everything down, but when I woke up all of the paper was still blank because I had just dreamed it! It was really frustrating, and I couldn't get it right once I had actually woken up.

Most Confusing Dream Ever

1st Dream: Back at MPulse with all of my MPulse peeps. This part of the dream was very short.

2nd Dream: Driving somewhere with my grandma. Also very short.

3rd Dream: A woman who shifted between being Julia Roberts and Courtney Cox lived on my road. She had this chubby blonde son who was super destructive and a little insane, he was only about 6 or 7 but I was watching him kill a mother cat and some kittens, horrified. (I'm assuming this dream came from the traumatic experience yesterday of seeing my dog attacking baby rabbits.)

4th Dream: Back at MPulse and there were a bunch of new people who I didn't know... it was still this summer, and I was worried that I wasn't supposed to be back there so soon.

5th Dream: SK (for some reason) proposed to my friend JJ and she said yes, and they got married. Then JJ and I were eating Wendy's food and she told me she had to leave because her mom was making her get a divorce.

I think the cause of having five seperate dreams was waking up repeatedly. In any case, I couldn't think of any way to combine them that wasn't completely confusing.

Parking Lot Dreams = The WORST

Had another dream that I couldn't get to my car in the parking lot. I had just taken some sort of standardized test at a school building and Boyfriend's band director was the supervisor, for some reason, and I was attempting to get to the parking lot but the weather was awful and there was this tunnel sort of thing that led to the parking lot that might have been inflatable and was full of mud. I got to the end of it (it was kind of like a slide) but then realized I was at the wrong parking lot, so I kept trying to climb back and up and there was a girl from my school there but I can't really remember who she was, and Boyfriend's band director kept following me around and talking in long run-on sentences like Band Director does. Did I ever find my van? No, because my mom woke me up seven hours into my sleep to drive her home from the car dealership. End.

Dream from 7/29/10

I didn't write this one down in a notebook yet, and I really don't want to forget it so even though I had it a few nights ago...
I or someone I knew, I forgot which, invented this thing that looked like a giant stove with ten or twenty burners on it and when one stood on a burner and operated it correctly, the stove would light up blue and transport you to a different dimension. I remember doing it and the stove started to move forward, then the blue light surrounded me and the next thing I saw (there was glass around the stove) was a vast ocean. The water was really clear and I was flying over it still on the stove and I could see a few of those aquatic dinosaurs that look like a Brachiosaurus but with huge flippers instead of feet. I got really good at going back and forth, but then someone told me I had to take my parents with me, and I was like, "Oh, darn, not my goofy parents." So then my parents show up and my dad is Steve Carrell and I don't remember who my mom is, but they're both really obnoxious the whole way there and mess me up so many times that it takes forever to get to the alternate dimension. Then I woke up.

Last night's dream

I was at this camp, it might have been Interlochen because there was a part in the beginning of my dream about signing up for Interlochen and calling Boyfriend all excited and such. Anyway, the camp kind of resembled a McDonald's playplace in some parts. There were a bunch of people, and a lot of them were from Boyfriend's school. His band director was also there. We were playing this weird game of tag where you split into groups based on shirt color, but somehow I ended up with a group of people wearing orange t-shirts, but mine was dark blue. I kept insisting that I was wearing an orange shirt under it, but they just kept tagging me. Then we played again and my shirt changed suddenly into a grey long-sleeved shirt with a tye-dyed t-shirt over it, which really confused me about which team I was supposed to be on. I eventually gave up on the game, and that was about all I remember from the dream. I know that Boyfriend was there somewhere, but I never actually saw him.