In this dream, I flashed back to my weekend at MYAF with Jami. (Not to be confused with Jaimie. They are two very, very different people.)
We drove to WMU and were told to follow a tiny sidewalk to our dorms. We went through a forest, what looked like the Amway, and a colonial-town-looking-thing that had a bedroom on display as an exhibit, but that was the room that our friends Derrik and Jimmy had to sleep in for MYAF. And they were unpacking as we strolled through their room.
It was taking us forever to get to our dorms.
When we finally got to our rooms, they were in an incredibly fancy hotel.
The end.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Return of Dreams and Zombies!
I'M DREAMING AGAIN! HALLELUJAH!
And I had the best kind of dream, too. A zombie apocalypse dream. The part that I remember the clearest involved myself and one of my best friends, Jaimie. In this apocalypse scenario, there were normal versions of me and Jaimie and zombie versions of us, too. I was the normal me, and normal Jaimie and I were surviving very well in the apocalypse. We were experts at dodging and outrunning the undead.
We were still doing awesome when we ended up in a large, empty courtyard. The next thing I knew, we were being chased by two zombies - namely, zombie Grace and zombie Jaimie. Zombie Grace looked like she was wearing our friend Anna's homecoming dress from this year, and zombie Jaimie was wearing black pants and a black t-shirt with blue and orange graphics on it. (Typical Jaimie garb.) The normal Jaimie and I were dressed identically as our zombie selves stumbled towards us menacingly.
Then that dumb thing that happens in dreams happened, where we could only run away in super slow motion but the zombies were still in normal speed. I was freaking out, as I should have been, but Jaimie was strangely calm. She said something to me about letting things happen, which calmed me down a lot. Also the fact that it was myself trying to kill me was slightly less scary than a random stranger trying to kill me.
Zombie Jaimie got normal Jaimie first. She attacked normal Jaimie and it was kind of messy, as I recall. Zombie Grace snagged me shortly after, sinking her teeth into my neck. She took only one bite out of me, then ran off. I promptly fell into a fountain and floated there face up, bleeding.
It was strangely peaceful.
Which is disturbing.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Tiny Port-o-Potty
I'm walking down a road somewhere in my town (I recognized several landmarks - I think it was by my old middle school) on my way to a festival that had something to do with books. It was a seriously nerdy-sounding festival.
I don't know if I stopped on the way there or if I was there when this happened, but there was a port-o-potty that I was standing in line for. My first hour teacher was there supervising the line. It was my turn to use the port-o-potty, but when I got in I discovered that it was tiny.
The port-o-potty was literally half the height of a normal one, if not smaller. There was almost no room for me and my feet kind of stuck out of the door. Also, to make things more uncomfortable, my teacher told everyone they had to be completely silent while they were in line, so everyone could hear me peeing. I really hate that.
When I walked out of the port-o-potty, I saw my friend Jimmy was next in line and warned him that since he's several inches taller than me, it was very unlikely that he would fit into the awkwardly tiny port-o-potty at all.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Dream disappointment.
My apologies for the lack of posts in the past four-ish weeks. My dreams, when I have them, have been a jumble of confusing images and short clips of dreams which I usually decide are too hard to follow to document. Last night I had a jumble dream, actually.
There was a horrible bit about being in a band class and battling a girl who I KNOW is way worse than me for first chair and somehow, getting denied again and again.
After that, I was Harry Potter for a while, which was cool, but I was in a part of the series that exists only in Grace's snoozing brain, in which Harry was being thrown in jail.
The last clip I remember was me first walking through a neighborhood and seeing someone (a band director?) putting a tuba in a car, then being in a room with Ex-Boyfriend for a while, talking about probably nothing but I remember it being weird and awkward, then I decided to get into the pool but the pool was all of three square feet and a part of my bed. Also, it was so deep that I couldn't see the bottom, kind of like an elevator shaft, so after about five seconds of sitting in it, I decided it was very creepy and got out.
The end.
Don't expect any coherent or interesting dreams anytime soon. I'm having sleep issues.
There was a horrible bit about being in a band class and battling a girl who I KNOW is way worse than me for first chair and somehow, getting denied again and again.
After that, I was Harry Potter for a while, which was cool, but I was in a part of the series that exists only in Grace's snoozing brain, in which Harry was being thrown in jail.
The last clip I remember was me first walking through a neighborhood and seeing someone (a band director?) putting a tuba in a car, then being in a room with Ex-Boyfriend for a while, talking about probably nothing but I remember it being weird and awkward, then I decided to get into the pool but the pool was all of three square feet and a part of my bed. Also, it was so deep that I couldn't see the bottom, kind of like an elevator shaft, so after about five seconds of sitting in it, I decided it was very creepy and got out.
The end.
Don't expect any coherent or interesting dreams anytime soon. I'm having sleep issues.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Paranoia and a Premonition - 5/12/11
I believe the dream started out in a hospital. I was with a group of doctors who were very familiar to me, but I don't remember their faces and it is unlikely that I know any of them in real life.
They had just told me that I was going to die soon, of a disease that I had apparently had for a while. It was going to get worse fast and kill me, so I left the hospital to try and find a loved one to break the news to.
I found myself walking along a dirt road in the woods, thoroughly lost. It was starting to get a little hard for me to breathe. I wandered into a volleyball game that was being played by several creatures from "Where the Wild Things Are." They did not see me and were no help whatsoever.
Whenever I took a breath, there was a sharp pain in my chest, and when I poked my stomach, it hurt when I took pressure off. (A sign of internal bleeding. I'm definitely paranoid.)
Finally, after a long stretch of stumbling around the trails, I came across my father and Aunt Leslie pulling suitcases down a trail towards a crossroads. I didn't get a chance to explain to them that I was about to die - I couldn't even get their attention - before my dream ended.
The next day, directly after having this dream, I came down with some strange 24-hour infection that had me feverish, dizzy, short of breath, and thoroughly convinced that my dream was coming true and that I was going to die alone in a dorm room at Western. (I've been away at a fine arts festival.)
They had just told me that I was going to die soon, of a disease that I had apparently had for a while. It was going to get worse fast and kill me, so I left the hospital to try and find a loved one to break the news to.
I found myself walking along a dirt road in the woods, thoroughly lost. It was starting to get a little hard for me to breathe. I wandered into a volleyball game that was being played by several creatures from "Where the Wild Things Are." They did not see me and were no help whatsoever.
Whenever I took a breath, there was a sharp pain in my chest, and when I poked my stomach, it hurt when I took pressure off. (A sign of internal bleeding. I'm definitely paranoid.)
Finally, after a long stretch of stumbling around the trails, I came across my father and Aunt Leslie pulling suitcases down a trail towards a crossroads. I didn't get a chance to explain to them that I was about to die - I couldn't even get their attention - before my dream ended.
The next day, directly after having this dream, I came down with some strange 24-hour infection that had me feverish, dizzy, short of breath, and thoroughly convinced that my dream was coming true and that I was going to die alone in a dorm room at Western. (I've been away at a fine arts festival.)
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