Met a disappointing celebrity.

The beginning part of this dream was a recurring nightmare that I have occasionally, in different variations.

I'm with my paternal grandma in her house, and an elderly female friend of hers with short gray hair and glasses is over. We looked away for barely a second and the elderly woman fell out of her chair and hurt herself. My grandma rushed over to her and I ran to the phone to try and call 9-1-1.

I kept pushing the buttons 9-1-1, but they never came out right, I kept getting 9-8-1, 9-9-1, 9-1-2, etc. I tried and tried, but I never dialed 9-1-1 correctly.

Then the dream changed completely and I was at my school, walking down the hallway, and I walked right past Charlie Sheen. I did a double-take and turned back to him, and asked if I could get a picture with him. (I'm not a fan, but I wanted a picture anyway.)

However, he told me I had to wait until tomorrow, he already had a lot of photos lined up for today.

That was about it with Charlie Sheen, but I want to note that I have a habit of meeting disappointing celebrities in my dreams, two of which have been George W. Bush and Bill Clinton. (The Clinton one is in here, farther back.)

Fake Babies in Florida

This takes place on the band trip to Florida that we recently went on.

We have this parenting class at my school and the students who take it each have to take care of a fake baby for a weekend. I am not in this class. However, New Boyfriend and I for some reason had to take care of a little fake black baby for the weekend. Normally, I would've had fun with that. But my teacher decided to assign us the project over the weekend of our Florida trip, so we had to bring our fake baby with us.

The rest of the dream was a blur of trying to hand the fake baby off to each other so we didn't have to take care of it, getting ditched by friends, messing up the project, the baby crying during the band's performance, and forgetting most of my stuff in the hotel when we left for Michigan.

It wasn't a bad dream. But it wasn't great.

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I love Adam Baldwin. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I lust after too many celebrities who are much, much older than I am. I agree with you. It's not healthy.

Anyway, I love love love Firefly and Chuck, and Adam Baldwin is amazing in both, and he was also in this dream.

Some background information to help explain this strange dream: I was up very late last night creepily looking at pictures of Adam Baldwin on Google Images, and then I fell asleep reading "The Time Traveler's Wife."

In the dream, Adam Baldwin is pretty much Henry's character from TTTW, he's a time traveler, and he's John Casey.




He's on a mission with Chuck, and a bunch of John Casey's time travel to the exact time of my dream, so there are about four John Casey's standing around together.

They are in a special-spy-tunnel thing at what looks to be an airport, it's designed so that they can see out but no one can see in and Chuck is there with them. However, Chuck is klutzy and messes everything up like he usually does, and he lets a vehicle drive through the tunnel with smashes everything and makes Casey mad.

That's about it. But I really, really enjoyed having several Adam Baldwins in my dream.



Yes, please.

Grace does time.

Woohoo! I'm finally having really complicated dreams again!

This dream was pretty awesome. Except that I was in jail for most of it. Still.

So the dream started out with me in jail. I still don't know how I ended up there, but a disturbing number of people I knew were there with me. Also, this whole dream was taking place in the past, when I was a freshman or sophomore.

This is my mugshot.

I'm in jail, and I came across several people I know, one of them being this guy named Kyle whom I used to have an enormous-stalker-crush on. However, when I talked to him it was suddenly present-day, but only for a moment. We were chatting together, in jail, like it was no big deal, and I told him that he looked like Paul Dano from "Little Miss Sunshine" because he kind of does, but I couldn't remember the name of the movie at first and said "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" before correcting myself. (Both are excellent movies.) Then I said, "Remember when I asked you out and you said no and I cried for like a week?" to see if it was long enough ago that he wasn't weirded out anymore, but I think he still was. I apologize that this paragraph was really unintelligent-sounding. I hate it, but that's how it went in my dream.

Then, it was St. Patrick's Day in jail and I spent what feels like a couple hours locating and changing into some green clothing. Then I watched some T.V., including an episode of Fringe.

A little later, I came across one of my jailers, who turned out to be my current band director, (whom I do not like) and got into a squabble with him which turned into a huge, physical fight that involved several other inmates in our attempt to escape. Right at the beginning of the fight, he pulled out a syringe full of sedative and stuck it into my arm (which hurt like a bitch, even in my dream) but it had no effect on me, and I snatched it out of his hand. Then I squirted all of the sedative out everywhere so that the syringe was empty, and we spent several minutes trying to stab each other with it.

At this point during the fight, my second piercing on my left earlobe somehow got ripped and started bleeding, and the band director became very fat, like something I did made his whole body swell up. The fight ended fairly suddenly, and I'm not sure of the outcome, but the scene changed quickly.

I was suddenly outside on a beach at Lake Michigan, on a jail field trip. (I'm pretty confident that jails do not go on field trips.) The water was looking choppy, so I turned to our chaperone/jailer lady, who was an older woman, and expressed my concern. She said not to worry, that she could calm it down, and she brought a bunch of small children riding huge buffalo (I'm not kidding, I actually dreamed this) down to the beach and had them ride the buffalo into the water, which calmed the water down.


Everybody's got a water buffalo, yours is fast but mine is slow...


Then, because it was three or four years ago, Ethan was still alive and there on the beach with me suddenly. I knew in my dream that he is gone now, and that I was in the past, so I quickly grabbed him up and hugged him. It was very, very nice.

After that, I got released from jail and was being sent back to school with some of my friends who had been in jail with me, including Kam, her friend Lucy, and I'm pretty sure the Fredal girls.

We got put through this little test to determine what we would be doing in school, and then we were sent back to RHS. When I got there, it was my sophomore year.

I went to my band class, it was outside on the marching field. I didn't know Mr. R (old band director who I actually like) because I had never been in his class before, I'd been in jail. I also didn't know how to march because I had missed band camp.

I went up to him and he told me to go in the back with the flutes. I also hinted to him that I'm really good at flute, so he put me near the front of the line. The sections were color-coded, and I distinctly remember seeing the orange trumpets in front of me, and there was a girl trumpeter who had gone all-out and even colored her hair orange. The flutes were green, and I sat down on a low stone wall behind them to watch them rehearse because I didn't know how to march yet.

That's how the dream ends, and it was a fairly good dream overall. When I woke up, my earlobe was throbbing.

I have lost the ability to come up with good titles for my posts. I keep typing things like "Dream" or "Dreamy Dream."

I had this dream a while ago but I just felt like recording it instead of doing my homework today.

I was at church with my family and we were setting up for this charity event that I had decided to help throw. (Not unlike a party I threw recently - similar decorations.) We were putting up rainbows and streamers and such, and my third grade teacher showed up. (I LOVE my third grade teacher.)

My teacher was there at the event because he was one of the people who the charity was for, he had some weird disease that I made up in my sub-conscious but later in the dream turned into cancer. In real life, he recently had a stroke so I'm probably worried about him.

Then, I was at Kohl's with a friend and we shopped. It was great.

Nathan

I dreamed that Nathan Fillion was my ex-boyfriend. He was literally Ex-Boyfriend.

Then I met a guy who looked kind of like a singer from my school who I have a tiny crush on but had a weirdly crooked and bent nose. I decided to talk to him and we became best friends and it was amazing.

McDonald's Narnia

The dream starts out in my house, only it is definitely not my real house. Things took a while to get sorted out in my head when I woke up, so I don't know how all of these events really happened.

All I know is that, in the dream, my parents were abusive. My mom was my normal mom, but my dad was Sean Maher from "Firefly" but all roughed-up with a beard and wearing ratty clothes. They didn't physically hurt me in the dream, but they hurt my dog, Chewy.

There were four Brittany Spaniels, one of them Chewy, and two were puppies and two were adults. One of the sets of puppies and adults were the ones that my parents had abused, and literally, in my dream, I was told that Chewy had a "herniated stomach." I don't think that's an actual thing, but in my dream, it was very unsettling to hear.

Also, there were a few small children, two little dirty, shirtless boys and a little girl are all I can remember. I remember getting the land line and calling 9-1-1 to try and get a police officer to come to our house and save us from my parents, but the call was lost, then again. Finally, I called with my cell phone and got through, and shortly after, a police officer showed up at my house.

The police officer took my parents into custody and left us children to fend for ourselves, which wasn't that hard. A small, asian woman cooked us pasta for dinner. (That part was weird. Don't know where she came from.)

After this, I decided to go to McDonald's to get some food. I walked down to my basement and opened up our cedar closet door and stepped through the door and directly into a McDonald's.

(It's kind of sad that my closet leads to McDonald's. I think that's saying something about America. Or my eating habits.)

So I walk into this McDonald's, and my friend Kam and her sister were both working. (They really do work at the McD's near me.) I went up to order and noticed my new beau was working, too. I went over to talk to him, and when we were done talking, I kissed him quickly on the lips.

Only thing was, that was our first kiss as a couple, and it was in a McDonald's. Again, kind of sad.

Thankfully, that wasn't real life and I can still make our first kiss memorable.

Anna Franna

This dream was a little more than disturbing.

I remember that myself and several kids from my school were all gathered at this subway station sort of place. We were hanging around for unknown reasons for a while, and the hall monitors and vice principal were repeatedly warning us to stay away from this circular grate that was on the platform, because steam shot out from it periodically and it was hot enough to seriously burn us.

We were all staying away from the grate, obviously, since none of us wanted to be horribly burned.

However, as I was standing there among the other students, I saw my friend Anna wander onto the platform and then onto the grate. I yelled out for her to move, it was dangerous for her to be standing there. I yelled and yelled, but Anna didn't hear me.

All of a sudden, a steady flow of steam began shooting out of the grate and right onto Anna, whirling her dress around Marilyn Monroe-style. I started screaming to move out of the steam, she was going to get burned, but Anna didn't respond to me and didn't appear to be concerned about the searing steam that was billowing around her.

Finally, she stumbled out of the pillar of steam, but didn't jump over to safety, where we were all standing. Instead, she dropped down into a pit of machinery that was under the tracks.

I continued to shout for her to get to safety, but she was walking casually among the flames and sparks and machinery below the tracks. She was apparently looking for her lost shoe.

Finally, the choir director from my school went in after her to save her. Just as he approached her, she fell off of a piece of equipment and smacked her head on another machine, falling unconscious into his arms.

The end.

"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

I've been dreaming about Ethan a lot lately. I really, really like it when he's in my dreams.

This one from last night is the best one so far, I believe. It takes place at Lake Michigan, we're all on one of our big family vacations that we used to have. It didn't cross our minds at all that that's where he died.

Ethan was there with us, but it was weird. We knew he was gone, but he was completely there and completely alive. It was as if death was just a bump in the road, nothing that we couldn't handle.

Nevertheless, we were all super-affectionate with him, we had still somehow "lost" him, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, afraid he would disappear any second. (There didn't appear to be any other cousins there with us.)

We goofed around a little and then he got onto my lap and I read some of a "Zits" comic book to him. In the dream, he was younger than he was when he died, as he always is in my dreams. About 5 or 6.

Then we got bored of that, so we flipped through the T.V. channels until it was time for bed. I carried him to his & Jeff's room, then gave him a hug and said goodnight.

I really, really miss him.

SPLINCHED!

I had a HARRY POTTER DREAM! I love it!

There was a whole seperate dream in the beginning, in which myself and an older man were going through this funky obstacle-course-looking thing, then I was going through a similar obstacle course with my cousin Ethan.

The Harry Potter part started when I became Harry Potter partway through the dream.

It was in the middle of a wizarding war, and there were Death Eaters and Voldemort supporters everywhere. I was trying to escape with my recruits because we were hopelessly outnumbered. I was looking around for things to use as weapons when I found this large, mysterious-looking gun. (Apparently, this was a wandless wizarding world.)

I started shooting the gun at people, and it would spray them with this florescent blue stuff, which at first gave them a debilitating flaw. For example, I sprayed a girl with it and she got really fat.

The gun was very effective for temporarily subduing attackers. After a while, my subconscious brain ran out of ideas for how to give people flaws, and the gun just made them loopy and happy, forgetting that they were trying to attack me.

After I got through that wave of attackers, my mom and I ran into a subway station-like hall, kind of like the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

We got to this thing that looked like some kind of teleporter from Star Trek, like we were going to be beaming somewhere, except the rules of apparition applied. My mom went first, then I got up onto the small, circular platform to teleport, but I reached my arm out at the last minute instead of keeping it at my side, and the next thing I knew, I was in an unfamiliar place with my arm splinched off.

There was a clean cut about two inches below my elbow, and the seperated part of my arm had apparated with me. I quickly grabbed it off the ground and stuck it back on the stump of my arm, holding it on desperately. There was surprisingly little blood.

I looked around me, in an unfamiliar neighborhood, trying to get my mom to tell me how to get to my friend Andrew's dad, who could sew my arm back together.

That's how the dream ended. Me, holding my arm together.