The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

I dreamed that my school was putting on a production of the "The Wizard of Oz." (They're not, they're doing "Beauty & The Beast.") I went there with my mom to see it, it made no sense and definitely was not "The Wizard of Oz."

We drove home and I suddenly realized I had forgotten my purse there, so I put on my rollerblades (wow... nerdy) and rollerbladed back up to the school. I had not left my purse there. I rollerbladed back home. Then back to the school. Then back home.

Then the dream took a whole different turn and I was in a hotel room with four other people. We were there for some event, probably an honors band or something because one of them was a french horn player girl from my school.

The two guys shared a bed and the french horn player and I shared a bed and the third girl had a cot against the wall. We were all hanging out and chatting, and the guys told us that they are gay. (Which isn't surprising, a lot of guy musicians I know are gay.) Then the french horn player told me she is gay, also. That was sort of a surprise because she'd never mentioned anything like that, but not surprising because she does seem like she'd be a lesbian.

I laughed and said something like, "Am I the only straight person here?"

The other girl answered saying that she was confused about her sexuality, so I very well could be the only straight person there. We were all having a jolly good time, then the french horn player's mom showed up.

We all greeted her and made small talk, then I made the comment again about being the only straight person there, assuming that she already knew her daughter was gay.

Apparently, she did not. I was about to feel really, really bad that I had told her, but then they hugged and I found out that french horn player girl had never found a way to tell her mom and I had finally gotten it over with for her.

Then the dream took another spontaneous turn.

I found a book, don't know where I found it. It was about me, and it included some of the memoirs that I write down so that I can remember them. I got angry, because I owned all of those memories and I wanted to publish them myself, not let someone else do it. Turns out, my dad had written the biography. I was both flattered and frustrated. Then the dream ended.

Zombie invasion will someday happen.

This dream was super vivid but doesn't make a lot of sense... bear with me. It starts to get clearer after a while. (Also, I scribbled three pages worth of this dream in the notebook next to my bed the minute I woke up and it's really, really hard to read.)

It begins with me and my brother. We started pretending that there was a zombie apocalypse and I got trapped in a silver pick-up truck in our driveway for some time, really mad at Joe for ditching me and taking the little game way too seriously.

Unfortunately, our game became reality around the time I was stuck in the pick-up, but I managed to get out safely.

Once I got out of the pick-up, I came across some tickets. (Not sure how.) At first I thought they were for a sports game, then I thought a cruise. I drove up to the ticket box to buy the ticket I was holding out, and I handed the guy two tickets but indicated the one I wanted to buy, but he stopped me, saying "This one costs $25 and the other one costs $5, so you should buy that one." I thought that was nice of him. I remember I had seat number 60.

I got into the thing (not a cruise ship, just a giant fortress-like thing that looked like a resort and had a stadium and pool in it.) I found my seat and then headed to the concession stands where I found out that everyone had an assigned concession stand number on their ticket and I could only buy stuff from the machine that matched my number. I finally found what had my number (which was 69) on it - it was a cappuccino machine, which I was okay with because I like cappuccinos, but I was kind of disappointed because I was hungry.

At this point I decided to explore the different floors of the resort. I went up to the second floor and found that the entire floor was a pool. I got into the pool but couldn't figure out how to get to the third floor. I swam around, saw my Uncle and cousin Penelope, then finally ran into my friend Chase who told me I had to swim across the pool to a box of stadium seats, and there were some stairs there.

I did, and as I was walking up the stairs, I overheard someone talking about taking Zoloft. Funny how the sub-conscious works.

I got to the third floor and for the life of me, CANNOT REMEMBER HOW THIS NEXT PART HAPPENED. I met Bruce Willis' son, (He does not actually have a son) and his son brought me to the penthouse that they lived in. (Still in the fortress, at the top.)

His son was really tall and really skinny. He had dark brown/black hair, a little shaggy, and dark eyes with faint rings around them. His face was nice, like a cross between my acquaintance Shelby's younger brother's face and young Bruce Willis' face. He was wearing jeans and a black sweatshirt over a t-shirt.


Ah, young Bruce Willis. You look nothing like the guy in my dream.

We were talking and he complained about his dad a little. We started to get strangely personal for just having met each other, and he somehow knew about a horrible, horrible thing that happened to my family last year.

While we were talking, I reached out and put my hands on his hips/sides and pulled him close to me. He was okay with it. We were almost entertwined, and I liked the feeling of his hips and sides because they were very narrow and hard.

The conversation turned to my dear little adopted cousin Penelope, whom I had just seen earlier in the dream. Bruce Willis' son mentioned that his parents wanted a daughter. (Bruce Willis' actual daughters apparently didn't exist in this dream.) As if illustrating this, the room we were in was so full of girl stuff and accessories that it looked like a "Claire's" store.

Then he said that he actually had an adopted little asian sister, so I wondered briefly why his parents were trying to have a girl if they had adopted one. He made it sound like he was adopted too, so I asked him and he told me he wasn't, and I distinctly remember saying, "I didn't think so because you look just like Bruce Willis."

We wandered out onto the balcony where you could see over the wall that was guarding the fortress from zombies. There was a small grassy clearing in front of the wall, then a thick forest for as far as I could see. While we watched, a couple of zombies ran out of the woods and the guards quickly shot them, which was no big deal for us because that's what you do to zombies.

The zombies were followed by a few dogs. Not zombie dogs, just normal, cute dogs. To my horror, the guards started attacking them too, and I suddenly recognized one of them as my own puppy, Chewy.

The guards shot at him again and again, then they shot him in the head and he fell over.

The sound of myself in the dream screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" off the balcony is what woke me up.

Premonition?

I used to have several dreams about how I would die. I can remember three in which I was shot and one in which my mom and I ran head-on into a semi truck while driving to a marching band rehearsal. I always woke up before dying.

I know that this dream was significantly longer than what I can remember, and I don't remember which night I had it.

All I remember was that I was driving, and something happened that made me swerve into the other lane of oncoming traffic. There was a large black pick-up truck speeding towards me and at the second of the impact, I woke up.

This time I just startled awake. Last time, with the semi, I saw this bright white light and felt a force pulling me upwards. I had several seconds of panic, thinking about not wanting to die and saying goodbye to the my family and scary stuff like that, then I finally snapped awake.

But this time it was just an impact, then awakening.

Just reminiscing from that dream a few days ago...

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Me shirtless...

... is what you'll never see.

I had this dream last night that I was changing in the back room of the band room and I was in just pants and a bra, and I just walked out into the middle of the band room during a band class to get a t-shirt.

Nobody really acted like that was weird, but after a minute or so I started to feel kind of awkward and gross and pulled on my shirt a little faster.

Different dream:

I was inexplicably on a ski lift with my dad, wearing a hospital gown.
And a bunch of weird stuff happened, only I don't remember what.

The end.

Same night but I didn't want to associate the two dreams because this one was so awesome and the other one was so unpleasant.

I was at a hotel and I was with Franny and a girl who graduated from my high school a few years ago, Amanda. (Which is weird because I was not really friends with her.) We were hanging around the lobby (it resembled All-State weekend) when all of a sudden, DICK VAN DYKE WALKED IN.

He was in a khaki colored suit, and he didn't seem to be particularly engaged in anything, just walking to an elevator with some people.

I nudged Franny and pointed him out. I was quietly freaking out. In real life, I tend to be nervous about approaching people I don't know but have occasional and seemingly at-random bursts of bravery. If it had been a different celebrity, I might not have done it, but I ran across the lobby and pushed through all of the people to stop him before he got on to the elevator.

He didn't seem upset (or particularly happy) that I had approached him. I reminded him that I had written him a letter and said what a huge fan I was, and he let me take a picture of us together, which I can still see in my head as I type this. It was incredible.


I shall marry this man.

Then there was a short little unrelated segment in which another girl (don't know who) and I were told that we could find out if we got into MSU at a computer inside of the building we were outside of. We ran inside and found nothing on the computer screen except for a sentence that made no sense, followed by a disturbing animation that involved Zach Levi and some weird, wart-hog looking creature.

I choose not to censor my dreams because I feel like that's dishonest to the reader and every post like this one is further proof of that.

First, I'm sitting in a room with several people. There are tables around the room and I'm at a table a person next to me, I'm not sure who, and across from me is a girl I know who I'm not going to name. She has suffered from anorexia for a while, which you'll need to know in a second.

We were sitting there when, in the front of the room someone fainted. We watched him (I think it was a him) fall and be caught by a few people around him. (Strangely, we weren't afraid, even though watching people pass out is terrifying.) Then the girl told me, "I can make myself pass out," and I started protesting, because that's disgusting, but she had no sense of self-preservation.

She stood up and she was wearing a tight purple t-shirt and was so skinny that an outline of her stomach was literally showing through her shirt. It was kind of oval shaped and looked like something was trying to get out of her chest. She got up and started pressing her outlined sticking-out stomach onto the edge of the table because apparently that's how she makes herself pass out. I continued protesting, saying "Stop," "Sit down," and "Don't hurt yourself."

But her attempts didn't work anyway, she stayed conscious, wondering aloud why it didn't work this time, and I felt kind of sick and had a stomach ache when I woke up.

Miracle

To avoid anyone taking offense, I'm going to leave out names.

My various (and quite impossible) pregnancy dreams are apparently slowly progressing.

I dreamt that I had just given birth to a baby girl. (Literally just given birth.) I had intended to keep her during the pregnancy, but at the last second decided that I couldn't, being a broke, unmarried seventeen-year-old who is neither financial nor mentally fit to raise a child. I didn't feel connected to the baby at all, so she was easy to give up.

However, *****'s mom got really upset and was holding the baby, so I told her she could have it.

This was the part where the baby's name came about. One of us (and I don't recall who, but I'm hoping it wasn't me because this is just ridiculous) said out loud and very confidently that the baby's name was Miracle.

Then I considered that I don't think *****'s mom is fit to raise a baby because honestly, I don't think she did a great job of raising *****. So I took the baby back and gave her to a social worker like I had originally planned.

I slept for 16 hours last night.

And it resulted in all sorts of unconscious oddities.

First, there was a disturbing scene that took place at what I believe to be our family cottage. There was a zombie invasion going on, (probably due to the fact that I fell asleep reading "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.") but I never did see any zombies. However, assuming I'd be safe in the lake, I was in the water and three or four guys in scuba gear started approaching from beneath me. (This scares me a lot because I've always had this weird fear that something is going to be lurking in the water when I'm swimming.)

They were there because apparently now in addition to there being a zombie invasion, the remaining mortals were fighting each other as well. Which, knowing the world we live in, probably would happen.

I had to fight them off with some coaching from someone who sounded like my Grandpa Rob, which would make sense because it was the family cottage, but wouldn't make sense because he's been dead for several years. Although it was very pleasant to hear his voice again.

Next dream...

I was in the bathtub and my darling dog Chewy, whom I love very much but would never let do this, jumped in with me. We then took a bath together.

Next dream...

I was walking around a Target store with Boyfriend when he decided to tell me that he has a daughter. I started freaking out, which is understandable, and I assumed he meant that he had recently cheated on me and his daughter was an infant.

HOWEVER, I found out that his daughter was nine years old. Which is appalling because it means he had sex when he was ten years old, which I yelled in his face and started running away from him.

I ran through the Target and out the front door and around the side of the building. Boyfriend started running after me. On my way, I saw his daughter and another kid, both tiny and blonde. I also found out that the mother's name was Clea. (I don't know how I remember that so clearly.)

I ran around the side of the building ahead of Boyfriend and squeezed in through a small window before he made it around the corner into a place that looked like a doctor's office waiting room that was behind the Target, and it had a tiny plaque on the door that said "the lab."

There were a few mothers and children in the waiting room area, and there was a bathroom right next to the window I had crawled through, but I didn't hide there because I figured that would be the first place Boyfriend would look. (The whole running-away-from-Boyfriend was getting kind of scary at this point.)

I ran down a short hallway but couldn't find a good place to hide, so asked one of the mothers in the waiting room if there was another bathroom around anywhere. She answered that the only one was the one I had run past, so I looked around the corner to see if I could hide there after all, but when I did, Boyfriend was outside the window several feet and I'm pretty sure he saw me.

I quickly moved back behind the wall again, and noticed, because for some reason I hadn't before, that there was a huge exit behind the waiting room. In fact, there was no back wall at all, and there was a large subdivision that looked like my old subdivision in Utica behind the building. I quickly ran out that way, but instead of running into the sub I stupidly started running around the other side of the building, where I came across Boyfriend. I turned and ran away, and that dream finally ended.

Next dream...

The last dream I don't remember much about except for that my family and I were out for dinner and what we ate was a big tray of pringles with pizza toppings on them, which seemed really appealling in my dream but now that I'm thinking about it, sounds kind of gross.

Ye Gods.

Ah, dreams.

I dreamed that I discovered I was pregnant, but wasn't worried about it, UNTIL - my old band director, Mr. R, showed up at a music event that I was performing at.

Background: I spent my entire first two years of high school working hard to impress him and he is one of the reasons why I love music. He is also very proper and conservative, and I know he would be horrified to find out I'm seventeen and pregnant already. (On a side note, I'm not necessarily conservative but I respect his beliefs.)

For the next few hours in the dream, I was wearing a baggy dress shirt and trying to somehow suck in my pregnant belly. I was terrified of facing Mr. R one-on-one because I was sure he'd be able to tell. I was supposed to be doing something with my hands, probably playing flute or conducting, but I was afraid to because then my shirt could get twisted and my pregnancy would be obvious. I was so afraid of what his face would look like when he found out, full of shock and disappointment.

SAME NIGHT, DIFFERENT DREAM:

I was having a conversation with (a man I assumed to be) my next door neighbor, John. He looked skinnier and more tired than the real, non-dream John, and had a kind of haunted face with dark circles around his eyes and washed-out skin. We had good conversations, standing outside in between the houses bundled up in coats, and there was always classical music playing when we talked. I found it very pleasant.

Hour-long-nap-dream.

I took an hour long nap before dinner and this dream was crazy vivid.

Boyfriend and I had been on the phone (this is the dream already) and the call got dropped. Instead of calling him back on his cell phone, I decided that it would be easier to get ahold of him by calling my grandmother. I thoroughly confused her, she was in the middle of dinner with some friends over, and she obviously hadn't heard from Boyfriend.

In my dream I had just woken up, so I still had earplugs in. (I sleep with earplugs in.) I walked down to the kitchen and ran immediately into a man I used to know really well who has been in jail. (I won't go into details, obviously.) He was standing in the garage-entryway of my house, wearing a suit, and there were several police officers and officials standing around. My mom was standing off to the side, looking angry. I kind of stammered his name in surprise, and he said something without looking at me that I couldn't understand.

He was in our house to retrieve something, some sort of vital information that the police needed. Only a few seconds after I was downstairs, my mom had given him what he needed and the police pulled his arms behind his back and started forcing him back out into a police car. He was yelling things like, "I'm not drunk!" and accusing them of blaming him for trivial things he didn't do. It was so horrible to listen to that I started to run away, towards the living room...

...where I ran into Bill Clinton, standing near the end of the entertaiment center wearing jeans and a dark blue fleece. "B-bill Clinton?" I stammered. "Hi there, little honey." He replied in his kind of raspy accented voice. (This is probably the most vivid dialogue has ever been in a dream of mine.) My mom said something weird, I think it was "Hi, Uncle Albert." and I gave her a funny look, but just then the dream ended.

WEIRD, RIGHT?!?!

Tina Fey was in my dream but I don't remember why or the plot at all.

Tina Fey. She was wearing a blazer and carrying a cup of coffee and walking around some sort of news station talking to an older man walking next to her. And that's all I remember.

The dream that I remember was after that. I was hanging out with this group of people and one of the guys was really weird and socially awkward. Some of the other people were making fun of him behind his back, but I neither participated nor defended.

Then they went too far, and (apparently in my dream people actually do this) wrote a few books making fun of the guy. I got ahold of the books and started trying to hide them from the poor guy before he came back over. We were in a storage room or something of that size, so it was hard to hide the books without him noticing.

I ended up throwing the books on top of a pile of something on a shelf a foot or so above me in the hopes that he wouldn't look there. However, I had apparently forgotten that he had been storing something on top of that pile and he was going over to it just as I woke up.

This dream was kind of boring. I apologize.

But hey,

Funny story...

I had to be up at 8:30 this morning to go to Solo & Ensemble to play my flute solo. My alarm went off and my dad woke me up at 8:30. But instead of getting up, I fell asleep and had this anxiety dream.

In my dream, my brother and I were getting into the van with my dad to drive to Solo & Ensemble. I had gotten ready quickly and was itching to get there early, but my dad and brother were taking their sweet time.

I remember us stumbling around in the garage, trying to get ourselves put together and in the van. When we finally got onto the road, my dad once again became Steve Carell. (I dont' know why my sub-conscious does that.) We decided he needed a haircut, and so we stopped at a barber shop that was on the way to the Solo & Ensemble site.

There were two barbers sitting in the barber shop, both older, grey-haired men but one looked younger and I think they were father and son. They seemed very friendly and wanted to tell us stories, like old men usually do, but I dragged Dad/Steve Carell and brother back out to the car because we were going to be late.

When I woke up from this dream, it was 9:15 and I had to leap out of bed and speed to Solo & Ensemble. This is actually one of the first times my anxiety dream has been at all accurate.



That's right. That's my dad.

Camp

In this dream, I went to camp.

I had a horrible time.

At first I thought it was a music camp, because some of my MPulse friends and Interlochen friends (including Boyfriend) were there. However, some of my non-musical school friends were there, too. Also, my counselor Ken from MPulse was a counselor. We never actually did anything.

The worst part about the whole dream was that I had left my water bottle at home and my mouth was extremely dry. I was kicking myself the whole time for forgetting my water bottle and could never find water.

When I woke up, my mouth was disgustingly dry.

Grace and Connor are in a musical.

This dream begins as my good old friend, the anxiety dream. I'm at a marching band event at church, but I have forgotten my ENTIRE UNIFORM! This is very unlike me, because I tend to be a responsible person. Being the head drum major, it was extremely embarrassing to have to go up and tell Ms. Mer that I didn't have my uniform. Thus, the next five minutes were a frenzy of trying to reach my mom from several different phones, mainly one in the church that I couldn't figure out how to work.

I finally reached my mom, who sent my dad over with my band uniform. I ran outside with Ms. Mer, who was acting disappointed in me, to meet him and get my uniform, but as we were going back inside, a bunch of people started inexplicably releasing hot air balloons, and one of them started deflating just like a normal balloon and shooting right towards us. I was terrified, but Ms. Mer and Dad didn't seem concerned. They acted like I was stupid for not knowing what to do.

I got my uniform on finally, and met up with Connor (my fellow dm) to go into the room where we were supposed to be performing a little early. We got into the room and saw that it was an auditorium and was filled with people, a musical already in session. We saw that the rest of the marching was sitting up in a side balcony above the stage, and not knowing how to get up there, I decided to stroll onstage and see if we could get there from backstage. Connor just went with it.

It was during a scene where people were coming and going and milling around, so I figured it would be okay for us to walk through the set. And it was, we got up there and walked through and one of the characters made a funny comment about hating musicians (haha) that made the audience laugh. We got backstage and couldn't seem to find stairs or anything, but figured that we'd eventually be performing onstage, so stayed onstage as some extras (in full band uniforms) in the background.

We hung out there for a while, occasionally joining in during a few dances during musical numbers. At some point, my band uniform magically turned into a beautiful white-ish clear-ish dress with a huge poofy skirt, but I was still wearing my gloves and hat with a plume. I think I looked pretty cute.

We never ended up with the rest of the band, and we never performed, because then that dream ended and I had a new one about a giant old man/fish thing that was a tourist attraction that my family and I went to see. It was really surreal and weird and I don't really feel like going into details.

The end.

Carnival/Switchfoot/Anna's Mansion Dream

Since my anxiety dreams have officially returned, I'm going to stop labelling them "anxiety dreams suck" and so on. You will just be able to tell.

This dream was split into two segments, the Carnival/Switchfoot segment and the Anna's mansion segment.

So I was in a house that was not mine, I'm not sure whose it was, but I was under the impression that it was mine in the dream, as always in a dream. I heard that a Switchfoot was playing a concert in town, it was during the Peach Festival so it sort of made sense that there was anything special happening in Romeo.

The concert was free and so I decided to go and try to meet Switchfoot afterwards, out of the frustration of going to five Relient K concerts and never once getting to meet a member. I'm not a huge Switchfoot fan, but I like some of their music, so I would've enjoyed it.

On the way there, I had to walk through the carnival. I found Jonah and Thom on the way there, because apparently this was a combination of the peach festival and Ichthus.

We walked together through some serious mud for a while, (it was authentically Ichthus) and I also saw my band director from the first week of Interlochen wearing hiking equipment. That was irrelevant to the story.

We were walking past a ride that was about to start, and we were pretty close to the ride. It looked like a combination of 1,001 Nachts and a ferris wheel. I was closest to it and apparently everyone else but me knew that that was dangerous. The ride started and a platform fell forward onto me. There was about four feet of space underneath the platform that I was trapped in. It was hot and uncomfortable and loud and scary, I was all alone, and I missed the whole Switchfoot concert trapped under a hollow platform.

Next segment:

Anna lives in a mansion. I go there to hang out and it somehow makes sense to me that her very artistic parents would be so high-earning. I saw a bathroom and an entertainment room with huge movie screens in it, and there was also a maid hanging around. I didn't actually see Anna very much, but ran into both her dad and her brother.

However, her brother wasn't her actual brother, he was someone more attractive (to me, at least) and slightly more evil. He had somehow convinced my brother to gamble away a ton of his money and my brother needed me to save him. The dream ended around that point, and I'm not sure if I helped Joe or not.

The end.

Note: Dream was dreamt two nights ago, I just didn't post it yesterday.