The Best Dream I've Ever Had

Interrupted, of course. As all good dreams are sooner or later.

The dream took place at my graduation party, which was a very, very good day. In the dream, everything was going as planned, as everything did the day of my grad party.

One of the boys across the hall from me, Joey, who has appeared in my dreams before for no apparent reason, was there and decided to buy me flowers and candy in an extremely nice and completely platonic way.

I got bored about halfway through my grad party, even though there were lots of people there and I was getting tons of presents. I decided to go online to a Relient K fan page thing, and I somehow acquired Matt Thiessen's e-mail address, to which I emailed something, I'm not sure what, but to my intense surprise, he emailed me back.



We set up a place for us to meet that was actually not too far away from my house, and we met and started chatting. I was completely star-struck, and hadn't realized that I was wearing a Relient K shirt and so felt really lame, but Matt didn't seem to mind and we actually hit it off.



I told him how I've gone to a ton of concerts and I've met every member of the band except for him, and how I liked Dave Douglas better than the new drummer, Ethan. I got to meet a bunch of his friends and his grandmother.



Then things started to get really weird.
One of his friends had recently gone to the Renaissance Festival and had two of those giant pickles that you can get from barrels, and he gave me one because I love pickles.

I was eating the pickle with Matt, who thought it was a cute quirk, and we were at some sort of performance at an old folks' home.



The pianist started playing an accompaniment and I began absent-mindedly singing along with it, then suddenly realizing that I knew the piece because it was written for piccolo and I am a piccolo player.

To my surprise, a guy I knew from high school, Noah, came out next to the pianist and started playing his piccolo, but everyone began boo-ing. I felt awful for him, because he was an okay musician, so I decided to save him because he could no longer perform.

I ran up to the front of the room and started playing the rest of his piece on my pickle. Which is pretty funny, if you think about it.

I finished out the piece and Matt was really impressed with me. We went back to his place and were about to start making out, which I was totally cool with because having sex with Matt Thiessen would be awesome, but then my roommate made a weird noise in her sleep and I woke up.

Which made me very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very sad. I love Matt Thiessen. With all of my heart.

I woke up happy, though. :)

Grace the All-Knowing

I discovered that I had the power to read minds.


I would take my hand and make a weird symbol with it, something that resembled the letter F, and I would point the symbol at myself and take several deep breaths to focus my mind.

Then I would point the hand symbol at the person whose mind I was reading and it would take a few moments, but then all of the sound around me would become muted and I would hear the person's voice saying what it was they were thinking.

Unfortunately, I didn't come across any interesting people in my dream and so the thoughts I heard were all nonsense and a few dirty limericks.

Morbid Dream No. 2

In this dream, my dear grandmother passed away and the family was gathering for her funeral. It is the second of three dreams in a row I have had predicting the death of someone close to me.

I remember my brother and I walking out of the visitation together. I was wearing my black heels. Ethan was alive again, and Aunt Janet was too because in my dream, she had died as well. Ethan had a stuffed animal with him, and they were like a human version of Calvin and Hobbes.

Mom and Dad ditched Joe and I at the funeral home and so we had to walk home. We ran across the street and I almost got hit by two speeding cars, I only survived because I ran out of the lane just in time. They had no intention of stopping for me.

That's all.

Morbid Dream No. 3

To be directly followed by morbid dream number 2. This one is just fresher in my memory because I just woke up.

I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to lose someone close to me soon, because I keep having these dreams and I'm afraid they're premonitions. There was the one with my mom, then one with my very dear grandmother that I'm going to post soon and this one with my close childhood friend.

My friend Jody and I were assigned a project in school that required us to have a body of water that was exactly one foot deep. We went searching for such a body of water when we came across her neighbor's pool and hot tub.

We somehow ended breaking the pool, and were discovered by the mother of the household and several small children. However, she did not figure out that we had broken their pool and instead invited us inside.

We had a lovely time visiting with the mother and children, but I felt really guilty the whole time about breaking their pool. Just as the father was getting home (and I was sure he would discover what we had done) we left and went back to Jody's house.

This is the point in the dream at which I got extremely angry for no apparent reason and stayed that way for most of the dream afterwards.

I was so angry that I began throwing Jody's stuff around, then packed up my stuff and stormed out of her house to walk all the way home.

I decided to do laundry, so I packed up my laundry bag and marched to the laundry room at my college, which in the dream was a Bed, Bath, and Beyond store. I then attempted to use the model washers and dryers to actually do a load of laundry before someone told me that I wasn't supposed to be using them, I was in the wrong place.

At this point my childhood friend had shown up. He was a combination of my friend Jonah, Bryan, and a guy named Tyler who I just met three weeks ago. He hung around while I did laundry and made everyone else around the house feel pissy because I was so pissy. He somehow stayed in a good mood.

Then I went back to Jody's with my childhood friend and I went and did more angry things around Jody's neighborhood. While I was doing this, I lost track of my friend.

A little while later, my grandmother called and told me that my childhood friend had drowned in the neighbor's broken pool. I felt horrible that I had been so mean to him earlier and distinctly remember writing a tearful apology on his facebook wall in the futile hope that he might somehow read it from the beyond. A few other people who had already heard the news had posted their goodbyes as well.

I was still with Jody and now also Anna and a few of my family members when my childhood friend suddenly, miraculously showed up.

He told me that the doctors at the emergency room had brought him back and everything would be okay after all.

I was happy.

If Only

I don't remember most of this dream, but I have the highlights.

My mother was dying of a debilitating disease. We knew she didn't have long, and so she was helping us make funeral arrangements ahead of time.

I decided I was going to play flute at her funeral and asked her what piece she'd like me to perform. She told me that she wanted me to play the song "If Only" from "Holes." It goes like this:

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
the bark on this tree were as soft as the skies.
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
howling to the moon, if only, if only.

I vowed to her that I would somehow find out the tune of the song and transcribe it for flute. It was very strange.