My darling Mr. Laurie

This dream is from approximately a month and a half ago, it's just a coincidence that the show "House" comes up in two posts in a row.

Dr. House and I are in love. This is something that I already know as the dream unfolds.

I find myself wandering aimlessly around Midland, MI (where I lived for about 2 weeks in college) see a couple zebras in someone's front yard garden-island-thing. As I go over and pet it, I think about how I’m slowly fulfilling my deep-rooted desire for adventure. There are also these little blue things - I have no idea what they are, but I know enough about them to recognize that they don't belong in Michigan.

Suddenly it’s not Midland anymore, it’s Los Angeles and I’m going around to swanky celebrity house parties. I go to one with a pool at my old anatomy teacher’s house because apparently she’s a celebrity now and I see House (specifically House, not Hugh Laurie) there and flirt, but we both sort of know it probably isn’t a good idea. The whole time I'm feeling the hesitation, I'm also feeling this incredible lust that I'd never felt in a dream before. (I had this dream prior to the milestone first sex dream.)

I go up onto the big wooden deck and start dancing with some other people, trying not to think about House too much. This girl I'm dancing with suddenly stops and accusing me of poking her with a pencil. I laugh it off, but a couple seconds later she accuses me once again. House comes over and together we figure out that the dancing girl has a scorpion living inside her body, stinging her from the inside. (Apparently I'm also a diagnostician.)

The next thing I know, we’re in the fellowship hall of my old church with a combination of the marching band from "The Music Man" and the costumes from the Baron's birthday party scene in "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang," and he’s Dick Van Dyke (who is my ultimate celebrity crush) as Caractacus Potts dressed as the puppet man from the afore-mentioned scene, but also kind of Robert Preston from Music Man. In short, he’s my dream guy. I find myself in a marching band uniform, so I go ahead and join the marching band with my piccolo and no music.

We have a piccolo feature in the music we're playing, which turns out to be the bad-ass solo from "Fire Up!" that I played in the CMU Symphonic Wind Ensemble. (Really well, I might add. And I'm allowed to be conceited because I don't play anymore.) Unfortunately, this time around I did horribly and dragged everyone down, and then farther into the feature there was that high trilling part from "Stars and Stripes Forever" and Quinn Fabray from Glee was the only one allowed to do it but she wasn’t loud enough so I decided to take over, but all I got was a cracked note and an embarrassing lip fart and House was right there and heard how bad it was.

I was mortified and tried to tell the piccolo players next to me that I used to be a flute performance major (because I was) but I just hadn’t played in months.

Afterwards, the piccolos were the first section who got to break attention and get cookies so I grabbed a plate and found my brother and his obnoxious friend Joel. They wanted to play cards and I was feeling lonely, desperate,http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif fahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifilure-y, so I said I’d go find some cards in my purse. And as I was pulling a handful of loose cards out of my brown purse in the dream, my cat jumped on my feet and started biting them in real life so I woke up.

I never got to be intimate with Hugh Laurie/Dick Van Dyke/Robert Preston/Caractacus Potts/Harold Hill, much to my dismay. Whether it was the inappropriate age difference or the dismal piccolo skills that drove us apart, I don't know. Either way it was disappointing.

In conclusion, here's my favorite scene from any movie in the world ever.

College, Glass Eyes, and a Disastrous Wedding

As much as I'd like to continue playing Sims and watching "Friends" reruns all day, this dream was too weird to let myself forget.

The first part I remember is that I had driven to CMU to surprise my best friend Jordan. (Pictured along with me in the collage at right.)

I had inexplicably taken with me my high school friend Erin, whom I haven't seen since her grad party, so it's kind of strange that I took her in particular. I don't think she even knows anyone at CMU, she was just with me.

I distinctly remember that she was wearing a black pea-coat and her glasses. Her hair was chin-length, like it was senior year. I was wearing something red, maybe red pants or a red skirt, I vaguely remember a red hat, possibly a beret. I know the only three colors I was wearing were black, white, and red.

When the dream started, we were walking down the first length of the dorm hallway, and I wasn't as anxious as I truly would be were I in the dorms again. I was actually feeling very beautiful, something I usually don't feel in my dreams. (I tend to feel awkward and gross instead.) It may be because I've recently dropped approx. 15 pounds that I've been trying to lose since 2010.

In the hallway, milling around, were people that I very vaguely recognized, as well as a few who I didn't recognize at all, and several of which I didn't recall living in my hallway.

At the corner where I would normally turn to get to my old dorm room/Jordan's dorm, there was a little group of people sitting on the floor. They were some people who I knew I should remember from college but couldn't quite place, and I sat down on the floor to hang out with them. They seemed okay with having me there, not happy that I was back but not upset, either. (I don't blame them for not being happy, I honestly wouldn't have liked me very much in college. Actually, I didn't like me very much in college. Which I thought was a result of other people not liking me, but I'm honestly not sure.)

As I was sitting there, Jordan walked out of his room and down the hall. As he passed us I turned and got his attention. We were both so happy to see each other! It was a great feeling.

I didn't stay for very long. On my way out with Erin, I looked over my shoulder and saw my ex-roommates standing in the hall behind me. They hadn't seen me and I intended to keep it that way, but I whispered to Erin to turn around to see my former evil suite-mates and non-evil roommate. After she had gotten a good look, we left the hallway and the dream changed location quickly.


I'm in my old church. (I wrote this middle section in present tense and I don't know why, but I'm too lazy to go back and change it so you're just going to have to deal.)
(My old church is a common setting for my dreams because I basically grew up there. While I no longer identify or necessarily agree with Christianity, it's still a familiar place.)

I'm standing in a line, wearing a short, dark blue dress and holding flowers. I look around, confused. There are two lines of people with some others scattered around us, and we're directly outside the sanctuary. Farther behind us is a bride. I'm pretty sure she was a girl I knew from when I used to go to church, Julianne.

The two lines of people are pairing off and walking down the aisle. I realize I'm a bridesmaid. I look to my right to see who I'm walking down the aisle with, and see an old woman instead of the expected groomsman. (She's also a member of the church, I remember her face but not her name.) We link arms and walk forward, but we have done something wrong and have to go back and try again.

After several attempts at walking slowly down an aisle holding flowers and not a single success, my location abruptly changes once again. The wedding is gone, I'm instead in a hospital room sitting up on a hospital bed. In a hospital gown, IV in my arm.



I'm talking to my mom and reminiscing about the other times I've been in the hospital. (There have been a few in real life, but these were all purely fictional.) I had three male roommates both times I had been there before, all people I knew from church as well. (Don't know why that's been weighing on my mind so much lately.) I could recall all of them in the dream, although after having woken up I only remember Mike, a big creepy bald guy, Ryan and another Mike, brothers who are 3 or 4 years older than me, and Andy, another slightly older guy.

I was laughing and joking and being sarcastic, as I tend to be in difficult situations when I'm trying to make other people feel better. I said a few graphically descriptive/my-idea-of-funny things that were reminiscent of my two real-life bouts of food poisoning, both of which were graphic and now-kind-of-funny themselves.

After talking for a while I decided I was bored and wanted to borrow the box set of "House" DVDs that the youth group at the old church has. (Again with the church. Also, they don't actually have "House" DVDs, but I really love that show.) I guess the hospital was kind of close to there.

My mom went out and got the DVDs for me. When she came back, I looked through the set and realized that there were only three or four DVDs in the box that were actually "House." The rest were installments of a really creepy series of religious children's shows, which my brain made up and which I will now describe. (After reading through all of the following text again, I can see myself sub-consciously struggling with the religious values I was raised with and my opinion of those who still uphold them.)

The main character of the show was a girl who looked to be around 10 or 11 in the earlier shows and 17-ish in the newer ones. She looked like she was mixed race, with medium-length dark-brown hair, a caramel-colored complexion, and kind of a smokey pallor. On the cover of the first few DVDs, she looked pretty much normal. However, at about the third or fourth DVD, her picture had one distinct, fairly disturbing difference. She suddenly had one real eye and one glass eye. The glass eye, her left eye, fit her socket quite poorly, and seemed significantly larger and bulgier than the real eye, giving her a rather frightening expression whether she was smiling or frowning. I flipped through the DVD covers, looking at the strange photos of her and her replacement left eye and pondering what could have happened to her that would've caused the loss of one of her eyes. In one of the pictures, she's holding the eye directly in front of the socket and looking at a book as if the glass eye is necessary to see the book. In all of them she is smiling, as if nothing about her is out of the ordinary and she is perfectly carefree. The façade is so fake that it is uncomfortable to look at. Her still-living eye is emotionless, as if she has been brainwashed.

I put one of the DVDs into my laptop and start watching a random scene. The girl is just as disturbing on video as she is in pictures. She is in everyday situations, acting cheerful and singing songs about Christianity, but her smile is forced and her eyes are dead. The ill-fitting glass eye is hardly as frightening as her obvious underlying pain, her robotic, even zombie-like dialogue and warbled songs of praise that couldn't have sounded less sincere if I had sung them.

The scariest part of the whole TV series is the fact that is was actually popular. Kids actually watched these and believed that this girl was happy and the way she acted is the way they should act. I was afraid that I was the only one who could see the soulless-ness about her.

Then I woke up.

A Very Curly Interruption

Okay, some background info is required to facilitate better understanding of this dream. Think of it as information given in the spirit of Valentine's Day. (Which was actually really fun this year, even without a Valentine. And I'm not just saying that to sound happy so that people will like me more.)

I've "officially" dated 3 guys in my short lifetime. There tends to be one distinct trend between them - curly hair. It's my ultimate weakness. Ex-Boyfriend, (the original Boyfriend) had curly, blonde, Napoleon Dynamite-esque hair. Prom Date Boyfriend was black, and while his hair was pretty short when we were dating, it still did it for me. Then third boyfriend, my summer fling, whom I believe I've referred to in the past as "Curly," has, as my nickname may suggest, deliciously curly brown hair. (There was also a kissing incident with a carnival worker last summer who had curly black hair, but that stays off the record.)

Now that you have what I'm sure is far more background information than is truly relevant to the dream, here goes.

While this dream was rather crazy and focused more on my general insanity than anything else, for some unknown reason it was centered around my most recent ex, Curly. I don't harbor any resentments towards any of my exes, but they tend to occasionally pop up in my dreams. It may have something to do with the fact that I found an actor in an ancient re-run of "Degrassi" who had amazing hair and it got me thinking about curly-haired boys. (That's him in the picture.)

The first thing I remember from the dream is that I've been hired by Curly's mother to help her with office-y things in her home office. I'm desperate enough for cash that I took the job even though it promised awkwardness if Curly showed up. Which was pretty likely, because it was in his house.

Understandably, I was fairly high-strung as I was working with Mrs. Curly, expecting my ex to show up at any given time and be really creeped out by the fact that I was in his house. Thankfully, according to Mrs. Curly, he was at an all-day rehearsal for the upcoming musical at the high school.

Things with Mrs. Curly were weird. Not only was I in my sad, post-college funk still (which, by the way, I'm finally out of) and she had changed drastically as well. She was acting rather depressed and saying things that didn't quite make sense and were too personal to be sharing with her son's ex. For example, she told me that Mr. Curly was gone, implying that he had either left them or had died, I couldn't figure out which. She acted pretty cold towards me, which I guess is kind of understandable for, maybe, one of Curly's friends or something, but not an adult.

Anyway, we working all evening in the home office and I kept trying get away because I was sure Curly would be showing up soon.

It kind of blurred together if this was in the same evening or the next day, but I was in his house working again and there was some kind of family party going on that evening, so I was especially anxious to leave early. Curly still didn't know his mother had hired me.

I was finally on my way out, by way of the basement. (I know what Curly's basement looks like in real life, but in this case it was rather large, tile floors, and there was either a stage or bleachers down there, I don't remember which.) Probably the most prominent (and worrisome) feature of the basement was a large, flat red box mounted on the wall that someone explained to me was a bomb. (No idea why there was a bomb in Curly's basement.)

There were some people milling around, but no one I'd ever met. I was so, so close to getting out, when Curly and his new girlfriend walked in the door on the other side of the room. I ducked down and scrambled to the door close to me, hoping he wouldn't notice me.

But of course, he did.

I don't remember what we said to each other, I just remember that the whole time we were having our awkward run-in, the new girlfriend was attached to his hip.

After leaving Curly's house, I ended up in a surreal, futuristic bookstore with a friend who I had a falling-out with and haven't spoken to in a while.


There were these pod-things that kind of reminded me of the teacup ride and the cars from the Haunted Mansion ride at Disney World. They weren't on any kind of track, they were just floating around in the giant, beautiful bookstore. When I first woke up I could distinctly remember the titles of a few different books I had picked out.

If I had blogged this about six hours ago, I'm sure I would've remembered all of the details way better. At this point, I vaguely remember something about a neighbor, a dog, walking to a Subway restaurant with this girl, Linda, who I used to know (by know I mean hate) from church. And something about cupcakes... anyway, this dream was way more interesting when I woke up and I now apologize for this extraordinarily dull post this I'm going to be putting up anyway.

A Big Damn Hero

I’m getting ready for an awards show with my best friend, Nathan Fillion.

We’re at this rehearsal and he gets tired and frustrated and takes a nap on my shoulder. It’s lovely.

Then when we’re getting ready for the show and he’s trying to decide what to wear to impress his lady interest, Inara Serra. Who is apparently a real person now.

We try out a casual outfit and a suit with a red bow tie and cape before settling with a classic suit. I then have some sort of performance I’m supposed to be in onstage that involves roller-skates, but since I was helping Nathan, I arrive just as they are all skating offstage and have to run around trying to figure out where they’re sitting.

And without further ado...

Millenium Falcon

When I became aware in my dream, I found myself piloting the Millenium Falcon, (if you don't know what that is, just leave my blog right now.) and attempting to land it. I had taken off that morning with the help of an Allison Sweeney/Ms. Nicolia combination, because it was my first day flying. Unfortunately for me, the connection between our radios failed and I was left on my own to attempt to land the ship in my garage.

Luckily, I picked up the radio signal of a random air-traffic controller somewhere near my house, who helped me land successfully. We were both pleased when, after much fumbling and jostling around, the Falcon touched down safely in my garage.


As I'm leaving my garage and walking out into the outside air, it begins to seem as though the Falcon adventure had simply been a flight simulation. When I get out to my driveway, my next door neighbor John comes jogging over. (He’s a pilot.) He asks if I just finished a simulation, I say yes. Turns out, he’s the air traffic controller who helped me and he says I have a lot of promise. (To which I probably blush profusely.)

John babysat for my brother and I when we were kids and I had a huge crush on him. He actually doesn't live next door anymore, but his parents still do. That's a picture of him above.

At this point I decide to walk to Ms. Nicolia's house to tell her how things went. She lives on Benjamin or Pleasant Street I think, both of which are streets in my neighborhood.

When I get there, fellow high school teacher Mr. Lamb is in her house, talking to her at her computer.

I've always been that awkward kid that stands at the front of the classroom waiting for the teacher to finish talking to someone else before they get to me. Seriously, I don't think I've ever been a teacher's first priority. In fact, most times I had a question or issue, I just felt like an annoyance. (That's probably my distorted thought process talking.)

And thus, this dream has clinched it. My role as awkward waiting kid is set in stone because even in this scenario - when I'm a new student who the teacher lost contact with during a dangerous situation and who, as far as the teacher knows, could be dead - I still find myself waiting for assistance, fuming at the fact that the trivial conversation Ms. Nicolia and her colleague are having takes precedent over me, yet somehow feeling stupid and annoying above all.





You'd think that a dream about flying the Millenium Falcon would be awesome, yet somehow my sub-conscious turned it into a stark look at my own distorted insecurities. Ah, the joy of being Grace.