Funny Story and then Zombies.

So this first story is something that actually happened, and I find it somewhat laughable.
I woke up at 6:15 this morning to a deep voice saying, "Listen to me... very... carefully." I realized it was my dad, standing just inside my doorway with the lights still off. I started freaking out, imagining some sort of doomsday scenario in which the two of us were being forced to escape the house in secret in order to survive.
However, he went on to say, "School. is. cancelled." Very slowly like that, too. At first I was like, "What?!"
Not because I hadn't heard him, but because I was surprised. He repeated himself again very slowly. I said something like, "Really?" and he said it again, and then a few more times in the exact same tone of voice. I finally turned on my light and told him I had heard him the first time, because apparently he thinks I'm a huge, deaf idiot when I first wake up.
Anyway, it was strange but pretty funny. I think he was more tired than I was.

----------------------------UPDATE--------------------------------------------------
My dad swears this did not happen. He says that he told me school was cancelled a bunch of times, and I just mumbled a lot and didn't respond. One of us was dreaming... the only question is - who? (It was definitely me.)





Then there was a dream about zombies, as usual. (I'm starting to run out of google image pictures to use so this one is myself and my brother from last year.)

I was with some people that I now don't remember. One of them was an older, kind of sexy guy. We were running around a maze-like area. The zombie apocalypse had already started, and occasionally (but not often at first) a comically slow-moving zombie would stumble out from behind a door or wall and one of us would kill it.

I didn't have to start killing zombies until one point near the end when we had picked up a few other people and suddenly, a group of zombies began surrounding us. I had a long knife in my hand, which I drove through several zombies' heads, somehow defying human anatomy by stabbing it straight through their skulls, when any good zombie assassin knows that the only way one can effectively stab a zombie through the head is through the eye. (This has been an inaccuracy in another zombie dream previously - remember the pens through the foreheads?)

Anyway, these zombies were kind of strange looking, they just looked like they had gross rashes on their faces instead of horrifically decomposed and bloody like the stereotypical zombie. (American Zombie style, rather than Dawn of the Dead.)

This post kind of makes me feel like I'm a zombie aficianado. I'm getting there. I still had to google how to spell "aficianado," though. It started out as "efficianado."

Break-up Dream.

It's official. Boyfriend and I have broken up. He will be referred to henceforth as Ex-Boyfriend.

Fortunately, I've already re-bounded in my dreams. Last night I had a wonderful dream about a guy who used to go to my school several years ago. I don't know him personally but I know about him and find him devilishly handsome. ;)

He was a tuba player at my high school long ago, and his photo is up on the All-State/MYAF wall. His picture is the first one, mine is the last.

In my dream, I was in a class that may have been financial management, because it resembled Ms. B's room, but there were subtle differences. Scott (the tuba player in question) showed up in our class and sat down at my table - apparently he had to make up a high school credit. (Which is weird because he's been out of high school for several years.)

Anyway, we were chatting and flirting a little bit, and I was getting a lot of positive signals. In the dream, he just had a girlfriend. In real life, I'm pretty sure he's married. Either way, he mentioned something about growing apart from his girlfriend and things just got more friendly between us.

He had a reputation in our class for only showing up to school occasionally, but once we started hanging out he came to class every day. I was gearing up to make a move (having nothing else to lose) when that part of the dream ended.

Then there was a little part at the end where we were in jazz band, but my old old band director was teaching it and my friend Laura, who played tenor sax in the jazz band two years ago, was back to visit.

For some reason I was trying to play tenor sax even though I'm a bari sax player, and was failing miserably. We were playing "Get it On" which has a pretty important bari part and I don't know why I was playing tenor, but I gave up quickly and just sat around for the rest of the song because I couldn't remember where my bari sax was.

Mmm... cheese.

This dream is actually a few weeks old, I just forgot to record it.

I dreamed that I woke up at 4 in the morning for school. I made myself a really delicious-looking breakfast after several attempts to use our old toaster, then went to school, still holding my plate of food.

I went into Mr. Super's classroom with my food and asked him if I could use some of his cheese. There were several blocks of cheese sitting on the tables in the front of the classroom, as well as a cheese grater.

He said yes, and also insisted on making me pancakes, since he was already making pancakes for his classes.

After I ate breakfast, I left Mr. Super's room and almost tripped over my father, who was lying on the floor in the hallway. Apparently he had thrown out his back while mentoring the robotics team.

The end.

Disregarding the dress code.

I don't remember much about this dream, but there's this.

I was supposed to be picking up my friend John for school, which I didn't really want to do and I was anxious about being on time, (as usual) and I saw him walking out of his house but realized suddenly that I was wearing nothing but a grey v-neck t-shirt, underwear, and neon yellow fishnets.

It was really awkward.

Scary dream.

I keep dreaming about my friend who has anorexia. It's probably because I'm so worried about her.

The dream started out as Toy Story, actually, which was fun. The toys were in the big toy box all chattering and moving around, but then we heard Andy coming and had to shut up quickly. I was a full-grown person, not a toy, but I apparently knew that they were alive, so I was trying to put them back in their places as quickly as possible before Andy got there.

Quickly shifts to me at EMU, trying to find the flute sectionals and instead getting very, very lost on campus and never making it where I'm supposed to be going. Also, I've taken a horse from the stables and put it in the entryway of a building on campus and am actively trying to find someone who can help me put it back as the dream progresses. Typical anxiety dream material.

Then the serious shit starts. My mom tells me that my friend with anorexia has died. She stopped taking her medicine because she was being stubborn and she had a heart attack. I didn't even have time to process this before my friend's father shows up, which was unexpected. He is a family friend of ours. I tried to give him a hug and said, "I'm so sorry," but he acted as though he didn't know what I was talking about.
I thought maybe I had found out about his daughter's death before he had, which is awful.

Thankfully, the dream ended there, but I'm still anxious to go check facebook and make sure my friend is still alive. (I know it's stupid to think the dream is true. But it was very real.)

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.

Wait, what?

This dream was very long and very complicated, so I only remember little bits of it. As far as I can tell, it was not a bad dream.

The first part had something to do with my grandmother living in the wild. We were either on a raft or in a tree house or both. That's all I remember about the first one.

The weird part started with the second dream. I probably remembered my cousin telling me to go to a drag show in college, so in the dream I was arriving to see a drag show and looking around for people I knew to sit with. I was confused because all of the guys were in normal clothes, not drag. BUT THEN...

I saw my old band director, Mr. R, dressed up in drag. Which was extremely uncomfortable. He is not a drag-wearing sort of guy. He was wearing a short red dress with spaghetti straps and a black ruffle around the bottom, fishnets, and black high heels. He didn't see me because he was taking his sons to see the drag show. (I think he only has one adult son in real life.)

I found a table to sit at with some girls I knew, but the only person I remember from it was my friend Abby, who has been in one dream of mine before. Still on the subject of band directors, the other girls at the table (who must've been band kids) started complaining about Mr. B from last year, which semi-pissed me off, as usual.

While we were sitting there, this guy started jogging past our table and I thought it was Mr. R again, in jogging clothes this time. But the guy looked up and it was my DAD, when he was a young man. He looked about thirty. (Which is how old he was when I was born.)

I stopped him and decided to talk to him for a minute. I told him I was his daughter, which he went with for some reason, even though I was probably really an infant in his life. (This was really surreal, by the way.) We chatted for a moment and then he went on his way. That was about it.

In the spirit of this dream, my lovely visual for this post is this:

Revenge of the Anxiety Dreams!

I now have a new ridiculous situation to have an anxiety dream about - my graduation party.

The first problem in the long litany of goings-wrong was that the location was kind of weird. At one point, some people who had been at a funeral nearby showed up, so the party must have been somewhere near a funeral home. (Coincidentally, I just heard on the radio about how funeral homes sometimes rent out their larger rooms for parties and weddings.)

Then, no one was showing up! One of my worst fears, rejection. Maybe one of the people I invited came.

Then someone (I don't remember who) convinced me to go somewhere with them, to the store or something. Like an idiot, I followed, and when we got back to the party venue it turned out that all of the people I'd invited that hadn't showed had stopped by in the margin of time that I was away.

The party was an overall failure that left me feeling very, very sorry for myself and at the end of the dream I realized that my one guaranteed guest for the party, Boyfriend, hadn't even been there.

Bad day today, too. :/

A Horrible Dream.

This dream is ridiculously easy to interpret, if you know me personally. (I'll give some background at the end.)

The first horrible thing that happened was that the kids' choir at my church was putting on a musical. (That's not the horrible part.) Part of it involved a small kiddy pool, for some reason. I went to help out for a rehearsal and the director off-handedly told me that a girl had drowned in the kiddy pool last night. I spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out how this happned, and it came down to this: everyone else had gone home but this girl's parents weren't on time to pick her up. Nobody really seemed to like her. There was another older girl still there - a combination of Melanie, Bailey, and Brooke, and she was playing baseball with herself or something weird like that. She told me that she had seen the girl go into the pool and drown, she just didn't do anything about it.

Then my flute teacher Jeff showed up at my house to find out why I was missing the masterclass that I cancelled on yesterday. I was very upset from hearing about this poor girl at my church and didn't really want to see him at all. He was demanding to know why I cancelled because on the phone I had said "It's private." I wasn't answering, but my mom came up behind me and started telling him about the girl who had drowned at our church, and he figured that that was why I had cancelled and apologized profusely, but I pretty much still hate him now.

Then there was a really disturbing part where I was back at church and the music director and I were talking about the girl who had died, and she pulled out a drawer and pulled out the girl's body from it. She looked like she was sleeping, except that her skin looked kind of white-blue. Then, in a way more confusing part, I found out that the girl had survived, and someone handed me a baby and said that it was her and that she was still alive.

Then, in a more random part, I was renting two movies from a movie place and the lady at the check-out was my piano accompanist. I still couldn't understand what she was saying.

---Some background info: Someone very close to me recently drowned and it was horrible. I really did call and cancel on a masterclass yesterday, because I was getting stupidly anxious about it and really, really didn't want to do it and I think that I should only do the extra-curricular things I want to do, but Jeff told me he was "disappointed" and I cried for a while because it made me feel like a failure. This is probably my brain's way of making an excuse for why I can't go. ---

Neighbor Hate

50th recorded dream!

My next door neighbor, Mrs. N, was throwing a very pretentious party. She needed several pretty girls to act as waitresses and asked me. However, at the time she asked me, I was not well informed on the dress code and didn't have any way to contact her (somehow, even though she lives next door.) and so wore a t-shirt and jeans to the party.

I guess I dressed wrong, because all of the other girls were in little black dresses. The night quickly went downhill. Apparently, the waitresses were being given points as the night went on for doing waitress-y things well. Mrs. N gave me all of one point for the entire night, she kind of hated me. The other girls were getting points up to 20+, and I was feeling incompetent and stupid.

I talked to my mom later about how Mrs. N was treating me, and she was sympathetic. (Which is weird, because my mom is rarely sympathetic.)

The morals of this dream are: I have an irrational fear of neighbors. (Mrs. N is actually a lovely person.)
I am feeling the stress of the competition of audition season. It was apparently channeled through my failure as a waitress.

Hunted for Secrets

This dream was so bizarre.

I had somehow had some sort of secrets put in my head. (Chuck... duh. I'm such a loser, I can't even have an original dream.) Probably government secrets, because from the moment I got them, I started being hunted. (On a side note, NEW CHUCK TOMORROW WOOOOOOO!!!)

After somehow getting these secrets, I started being hunted. It began when I was with some of my old friends who graduated last year. We were in a car, and this guy showed up outside the car and took out a weapon. It was kind of like a blow-gun, he was holding a dark blue tube, about a foot long, and when he blew on it a glowing, neon spear-like thing flew out at us. It didn't hurt whoever it hit, because it was meant to get the secrets out of me and I guess that was it's only purpose. I managed to dodge every one he shot at me.

We were at several different locations over the course of the dream, and every time we went somewhere else, someone with the glowing-spear-blow-gun would show up and try to shoot me, and I managed to dodge every time, but I was becoming very anxious and stressed and paranoid as the dream went on.

Finally, my mom and I decided that I should just give in. It was too stressful and terrifying to be living like that, always in fear. I let one of the neon spears hit me and spilled all of the secrets, which in my dream looked kind of like calculus homework.

I don't know if this was in my dream last night or in one the night before that I just displaced, but at one point in this dream, an oboe player from MPulse, Emily, was in the same room as me and I saw her, but she didn't see me. I had that dilemma that I always do about whether or not I should bother saying "hello" because sometimes I have a fear of being social. I don't remember if we ended up saying "hello."

Then there was a kind of gross part, I'm pretty sure that this was in the dream last night. I had been running around for the whole dream, wearing a cotton t-shirt and no bra, and I guess there was some... chafing going on. At one point I saw someone give me a disgusted look and I looked down and saw two blood spots over my nipples. It was pretty damn gross.

Anna's New Boyfriend

Just a thought, I tend to sprinkle my dreams with celebritites.

My dream the other night (I haven't been home lately so it took me a while to record this one) involved my friend Anna, and obviously, her new boyfriend. (Sidenote-Anna does not have a new boyfriend, that is purely my brainpower.) He looked like Jamie Bell but with a little more meat on his bones.

Anyway, this new boyfriend of hers goes to EMU, where I just was, coincidentally, and knows my friend Fran and her boyfriend (real). The new boyfriend was really cool and Anna and I were hanging out with him on campus and we ran into Fran and Fran's boyfriend.

I hope Fran doesn't read this, because I'm now going to say that I've had my suspicions that her boyfriend might be gay. I admitted this to Anna's NBF after Fran and FBF left, and he said something like, "Of course he's gay. You didn't know that?"

Thus, suspicions confirmed. In my sub-conscious.

An unpleasant dream of unpleasantness.

This dream was a stream really bizarre events.

It starts out with a scene of disaster, my father and I were both on these weird rollercoaster things, and they have malfunctioned and caused us minor injuries. The reason they have malfunctioned is because someone on one of them fell asleep with gum in their mouth. (I feel like I should put a side-note here - I hate gum-chewers with a passion. A fiery, fiery passion. I want to punch anyone who's chewing gum anywhere near me all the time.) We blamed this awful, awful girl who may have been our exchange student or was for some reason was living with us and she was kind of chunky and a gum-chewer. She kind of went from being a girl I made up in my dream to being this girl I actually know who kind of bothers me, back to the girl in the dream.

Anyway, we blamed her for falling asleep with gum in her mouth and causing our roller coasters to malfunction, but I found pieces of gum stuck in my hair, as if I was the one who was chewing gum. This, however, simply cannot be as I do not chew gum.

Unfortunately, my father had gotten pretty hurt. (The dream-father looked NOTHING like my real father, and so I don't think this counts as one of those dreams where I dream my father dies.) His hand was all messed up, it looked like the skin of his fingers had just slipped off because it was hanging there, still attached, like a disgusting skin-colored glove and his fingers were skin-less. They looked like normal fingers but dipped in bright red paint.

I kept my mouth shut and let them blame the girl I hated, because not only did I hate her, but I was never sure if it really was me who had done it.

Then the dream took a really weird turn, and me and a few other people, all of them middle-aged women, had to climb up on top of this thing that looked like a small, very skinny and unstable office building and reminded me for some reason of the Eiffel Tower and was in my backyard.

We got to the top of the thing (no idea how) and the wind started picking up. All of a sudden, the tower was rocking back and forth violently, and we were in grave danger of falling off. It was swaying back and forth so hard that the top of it was nearing the ground. It was a very not-probable amount of rocking.

I couldn't seem to find something to hold onto, and somehow the other women were managing to stay on. The next thing I knew, I was falling off, hit the ground (not a long fall, not the kind where if you hit the ground in the dream you die in real life, but in the dream it was still from a great height. The fall was just a split-second) and had landed on my head, so I'm not really clear on how my neck was still intact. But it was.

The end.

Chord Overstreet

... is a really, really attractive name.

And he was in my dream.

I'd like to say ahead of time that I'm not an obsessive Glee fan, but I do find it entertaining.

So in this dream, the Glee group was on tour and I somehow ended up in the choir that was with them. It was a huge choir full of really good singers, but I wasn't quite sure what I was doing there, because I'm not a great singer, I didn't know the words, and I didn't know which part I was supposed to be singing.

However, I was holding a flute and so were several other girls in the same row as me, so I guess I had played flute at some point for a song.

Anyway, the guy behind me wasn't doing very well with the words or his part either, in fact, he was reading off of some music that he had put in front of me to the right so that he could see it.

I looked behind me and saw that it was Chord Overstreet! He had a decent voice but he wasn't familiar with the songs, either, and he was kind of leaning against me from behind in order to see the music. His chest and arms were warm, it was really sexy. (My apologies to Boyfriend.)

We started a new song, and someone grabbed my flute away from me. I protested and yelled something like, "That's $10,000 in your hands!" but they took it away from me anyway.

I didn't have time to be upset, though, because the song was ending and, on a whim, Chord grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me over his head on the final note. I went with it, and threw my arms out to either side.

When the song as over, Chord put me down but I didn't see him again after that. I ran backstage to the table where the flutes that we had been holding were sitting.

There was a girl there, and I began yelling and swearing at her as I scrambled to find my flute. I was checking that key on the foot joint that I have engraved to figure out which one was mine, but none of the ones on the table were mine. The girl pointed to one that was jammed into a crack between two tables. My heart sank as I pulled it out and discovered, it was mine.

I flipped out on the girl sitting there, screaming that I had auditions in less than four days and now I was screwed. The flute wasn't playing above middle register and I was freaking out.

A little while later, I was feeling absolutely hopeless and sitting at a table with the girl I had yelled at and another guy. The girl brought up the fact that the Glee group was touring for a year, and didn't I have an audition in four days?

I realized she was right and said that I was way over my head in this choir and I was going to have to drop out soon. The girl and guy, surprisingly, agreed with me and said that they were dropping out soon, too.

Then I woke up.

***UPDATE***
I forgot to add one of the best parts -
Throughout the whole course of the dream, I was wearing this really, really gorgeous dress. It was lavender, belted at the waist, a very floaty a-line. Really glee-y. That kind of made the whole dream better.

Lazy-eyed Grace

I just thought of this... I should have my picture on here be me sleeping. Because it's a dream log. I'll probably do that soon.

Anyway.

Dream.

In the first part of the dream, I was at both MPulse and the Eastern Michigan Univ. equivalent of MPulse, and I had normal MPulse all covered but I couldn't find a piece to play at the masterclass Eastern. (This part is kind of stress-dream-y) So I resorted to getting out my excerpt book and playing the Mendelssohn scherzo excerpt, but first I couldn't double-tongue or single tongue fast enough at all, then the pages got wet and started falling apart in my hands, and the whole excerpt book was ruined.

Shifting ahead to the next part of the dream, I was at a marching band camp-type thing. For a really good marching band, which I was in. My friend Chuck was there, and by Chuck I'm talking about a real live person who I know named Chuck, not the T.V. show character who does seem to crop up in my dreams a lot. So Chuck is in college for music, and he was supposed to be conducting one of our pieces, a standard marching band song, and I know that when I was in the dream I distinctly knew what song it was and what it sounded like but I now cannot think of it.

I ended up distracting him, though, and he almost missed when he was supposed to conduct. The reason I was distracting him was because one of my eyes had decided to stray off to the side earlier that day, so it was pointing in a completely different direction from my other eye.

However, in the dream there was a thing that someone with a lazy or crossed eye could put in their eye to make it point forward, it was this little black plastic square-looking thing that fit onto your eye and was a little bigger than a pupil. When someone looked at me they could see it on my eye, but it didn't take up the whole eye and at least my eyes were both pointing forward. I remember taking it off and putting it back on occasionally, and the feeling of one eye pointing a different direction was very distinct, part of my vision was clear and another part was just a fuzz. Chuck was quite empathetic with me about my lazy eye, I think in the dream he may have had the same thing happen to him previously.

Then the dream shifted gears quickly, as my dreams always do. I was now at my high school, which was a combination of my school, Boyfriend's school, and part of the my high school that I completely dreamed up in my dream last night, which I was too lazy to record because it was pretty short and insignificant.

Anyway, we were at my high school but something was really wrong. Before I realized something was wrong, I saw Mr. Reinhard and Gina P., which was weird because neither of them should be at the high school anymore. But after I saw them, I started to find out about all this weird stuff. There were adults, adults who I didn't know, around in the school.

There was something horrible going on, the adults were taking over the school and capturing students or something, because I would see a pair of students sitting or standing around, and one of them would suddenly disappear in a flash of light. I didn't know where the disappearing students were going. Kevin and I decided to investigate.

There was a black guy with facial hair, kind of scrawny, not really the taking-over type sitting at a table inside the school, in the room where I was. I think it may have been the auditorium. I had heard from someone or figured out myself that if you happened to say the right thing and appear completely honest, the guy would let you go somewhere where the injured and disappearing students were going. I walked up to him and told him that I had been with my friend, Matthew Jacob (who really is a student at our school who I know of but am not friends with) when he had gotten a concussion and I wanted to see if he was okay. I knew that Matt really had gotten a concussion because I had seen it happen from a distance.

On a side note, at this point my eyes were both pointing forward on their own and I didn't need my eye-pointer-forward-thing.

Anyway, Kevin had also said that he was with Matt, but he got turned away. I guess he wasn't as convincing as I was. Where I ended up going was a gym-like room with white tile floor. There was a small orchestra and a huge choir rehearsing together in it. The orchestra was my school orchestra (which doesn't exist, by the way, we only have a band) and there was an older, heavy woman conducting. She looked kind of like Barbara. I ran up and started getting upset that no one had called me for rehearsal, as I was presumably the first-chair flutist. It looked like there was a complete flute section without me, though, which made me really angry because I've been feeling pretty insecure lately.

The lady conducting was an intruder, one of the adults, and I decided to start undermining her conducting and messing the orchestra and choir up. I think that the musicians were not completely taken over and they understood that I was trying to rebel and followed me when I jumped in front of the lady and started conducting super fast. I slowed down and sped up crazily, expecting to be stopped by the woman soon, but she had a blank expression on her face and just kept conducting robotically behind me. I started jumping every once in a while while conducting, indicating a cymbal crash or a big hit or something. I was having a lot of fun, but the conductor and musicians were still eerily blank, although some of the musicians and singers began jumping when I jumped, just for fun.

At this point, my mom walked into my room and asked me to endorse two checks, which was in real life, so I was forced to wake up and never found out if or when I found out what the mysterious adults were doing or stopped them. I'm still not sure what I wrote on those checks.

RELIENT K

...has been on my mind a lot lately because they played a concert in PONTIAC which is literally half an hour from my house, and it was the same day and time as my Christmas band concert, the ONE THING I couldn't get out of! To make it worse, this girl who my brother knows (who I used my senior guest pass to get into homecoming, so she is indebted to me) went to the concert, met MATT THIESSEN, and got her picture with him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGODICAN'TEVENSTANDIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It took me a minute to calm down after typing that.

If I've never said this before, I'm obsessed.

Anyway, on to the dream.

I was at Ichthus but it was weird. We were staying in a camp building with a cafeteria. One of my good friends Emily was there with me.

After dinner on the day of the Relient K concert, I looked at the schedule and saw that they were playing at 6 o'clock for some reason (that would never happen in real life) and it was dinner time, so I was running very, very late. (Last year I got to their concert three hours early.)

I needed someone to go with me, so I picked Emily, and I had to wait around for her to finish dinner... get ready... get her camera... wrap some yarn up in a napkin (?)... it was very frustrating.

We ran to the concert, which was strangely close to the campsite, and lo and behold, there was only a crowd of about ten people in the audience. I ran right up to the stage and looked up at Matt and it was awesome.

All of a sudden, during one of the new songs that I don't know (I'm a fan of OLD Relient K, but I do have all of the albums so I have the new songs too, I just don't have the words memorized.) Matt jumped off the stage and started holding the mic up to audience members to sing. And they all new the words. And one of them was an Amish girl. He was kind of running down the line and when he got to me I just smiled and didn't say anything, so he jumped back up on stage and I was embarassed and so ashamed of myself that I hadn't taken the time to learn the (maybe FIVE) songs I don't know.

Then we had an eye contact moment again, and the dream was over.

Chuck Me

More Chuck in my dreams.

I like it. :)

So in this dream, I somehow got put in this weird class second semester as opposed to Sociology, which I signed up for. It was some really difficult but abstract class about some foreign culture that sounded like "calzone" (which is a food) and I generally didn't understand what was going on. There was a really young guy teacher who reminded me of Joel McHale combined with Mr. Richards from seventh grade health class and I hated him.

Anyway, it was the first day of the new semester and I walked into my weird calzone-sounding class and we were on these bleacher-looking things for the class. I saw that Chuck was sitting in the first row and no one was next to him, so I sat down next to him. I was surprised that the seat was empty because he's pretty attractive and famous.

He and I talked a little and then he said something like, "Remember that time we kissed in the bathroom?" and I was like, "Seriously? You don't know who I am? We've never done that." and then I called him a jerk and walked away but still found him quite, quite attractive.

Just imagine that Sarah is me. >>>

Gorilla Rescue

I have no idea what brought on this very, very vivid dream.

There was some hubbub before hand in a seperate dream including Madame Webster subbing for us in band class, a group of firefighters bringing in some instruments and uniforms that people had left lying around, and me going and buying a pack of gum for a hall monitor which took me a surprisingly long time and I could've just stolen it or something because the vending machine was wide open. She rewarded me with a book. (?)

The really intense dream started after all of that. In the dream, I came into the posession of this baby gorilla. It felt so real in my arms, I was hugging it close for most of the dream.

I was walking around this college campus/museum looking for the gorilla habitat that I had been told was there, so I could put the gorilla baby back in its home. We were taking quite a long time, several days, to find it, however, and the gorilla and I slowly grew attached to each other, and it was also growing and getting older.

We finally ended up in the right building but it was something like sixteen floors high, and we didn't know which floor the habitat was on, so we started exploring.

We came across this guy and girl, who were supposedly good, helpful people. (maybe students?) However, my gorilla was getting a lot older and larger, he was almost full size (it was in fact a 'he') and at one point he thought the guy was threatening me, and so attacked him. The guy was fine, he was just shaken up, but him, his girlfriend, and a few other guys decided that my gorilla was dangerous and needed to be euthanized.

The gorilla and I were on the run within the building that contained the habitat, trying to search around on every floor without being caught by the people who were going to euthanize him. I guess the situation was, if I got the gorilla to the habitat before they found us, they could not kill him, but if they found us before then, they could. So I was scrambling to get him there.

The chase was taking a toll on my gorilla, he was not happy any more and it made me very sad. Then there was this part where Kevin was suddenly with us and we were walking through an area where there was a high concentration of people, and so the gorilla was walking on his hind legs and pretending to be a man in a gorilla suit and Kevin was wearing a wizard outfit, so they looked like they were just going to a costume party or something. It was really, really odd.

In the dream, I turned out to be reading this story in a book, so I flipped to the end because I wanted to find out what happened. I think that the gorilla and I were in a face-off against the chasers, but at that moment my dad woke me up and I lost the rest of the dream.

The Impression That I Get

The dream started out in a stress-like manner.

It was the season review concert for marching band, and I was supposed to be conducting "The Impression That I Get." So I conducted two blank measures and yelled "1...2...1 2 3 4" like I always do, but nobody started playing in the third measure like they were supposed to. So I tried to save it, and kept conducting and gave another "1 2 3 4" but still, no one came in. They all just stared at me. So I stopped conducting and tried to start them again, but they still didn't play.

At this point, Mr. G (band director) came out to save me, and started the band. However, all they did was play a gross note and then kind of fall apart by the second beat. He tried to start them again and again and it was horrible and I could feel the frustration of the audience... it was pretty nightmarish.

Then the dream took a random turn and I was in my garage with this girl I know, Abby. We were waiting for something, I think, and I remember her mom calling her to tell her she was coming to get her, so that was what we must have been waiting for.

At this point, an old crazy lady started shuffling around my yard, but in the dream it was Abby's yard. I went over to the lady and started leading her out of the yard, saying something like, "Move along, move along." (She kind of reminded me of Bathilda Bagshot from HP&TDH)

After the old lady shuffled away, these two little woodland creatures that looked like a fox and a tiny white guinea pig started running around the garage, so I had to chase them out, too.

We got kind of bored, and eventually the conversation turned to human nature and the issue of Abby's father came up. (It's kind of private, so I won't go into the details. Basically, there was an incident and now it is called into question several times since then whether or not her father is a good person.) I argued that he was and the person on the other end of the incident was also to blame. She didn't seem upset that I had brought up the subject.

The end.

Haunted House

So

This year for Halloween, Kevin and I were supposed to go to Erebus.

But it "didn't work out."

Because I was terrified.

This dream was definitely my punishment.

So in this dream, we (and by we I mean me and a bunch of people who ditched me right away) went to this haunted house, and Kevin was with me so I was making him hold my hand the whole time.

But it turns out, Kevin actually worked there, so he ditched me when we got inside and went off to 'get in his position' or something stupid.

The house was a part of the mall, actually, and there was this part of the dream right before that was actually awesome in which I was browsing through these big poofy princess dresses that were from the Disney princess movies but didn't have any stupid labels on them. THEN we went to the haunted house.

The house had three floors and the main floor was kind of like a department store-looking thing, and I didn't go to the basement, and the upstairs rooms were individual bedrooms, which I also didn't make it to.

I honestly don't remember many scary things happening, I just remember being frightened out of my mind and ready to scream my face off at the first thing that jumped out at me.

At some point this girl from my school tried to jump out and scare me, I guess she worked there, but she did a really bad job (it was the Homecoming Queen's little sister) so I stopped and tried to help her by giving her some advice.

I was in the stupid house forever, and I still couldn't find anyone to hold my hand and I was so terrified. Somehow, I managed to get into some rooms that were for employees taking a break, that I was not supposed to be in, and I found this guy who looked like Bobby Moynahan and my friend Shelby's boyfriend combined taking a nap and was desperately begging him to walk through the rest of the house with me holding my hand.

This is kind of boring so feel free to skip...

I had a dream last night.
And there is no possible way to interpret it,
because it bored even me.
And I was the one having it.

First, this girl in a few of my classes named Celsey showed up. Celsey is super, super opinionated and unfortunately, she never has the same opinions as me, so I'm not a huge fan of hers. Which makes this part really easy to interpret.

I was talking about something, and Celsey just started disagreeing with everything I said, proving me wrong, and making me look and feel bad. She also talked about how here school was way better than Romeo, and I distinctly remember her saying the name of a school near mine, I don't remember which, but that doesn't make sense because she definitely moved here from Ohio.

Then my flute teacher showed up at my house.

I know what this meant - I feel guilty because I haven't been practicing like I should.
Anyway,
Him and Sharon showed up at my house for some sort of holiday party or something, don't know why I invited them.
My teacher suddenly started talking about this support group he is in for people who are cyber-bullied. (I'm pretty sure those don't exist) I really doubt that he is actually cyber-bullied. Then my friend Emily showed up and said she was in that support group too, but it was because she was a cyber-bully. Which also does not make sense. Then she said something like, "At least I'm aware." or something, as if the fact that she was in a support group made it a little less bad.

The end.

Not sure what brought this hideous dream on...

I have never really been plagued with disturbing dreams since childhood, usually my nightmares deal with anxiety. Apparently two nights ago was the exception.

My character in the dream was actually quite laughable. I was a mustachio-ed man-detective. I have absolutely no idea what I was detecting.

The scene that I remember was that I was in our offices, sitting at my desk with a few other people, including another guy and a young-ish asian woman.

I made this comment, something like, "I'm always getting shot." (Which, now that I think about it, is true when it comes to dreams. I've been shot three times in three seperate dreams. Maybe my subconscious was referring to that?)

Anyway, shortly after I said that, a shot came through the window. I thought about what a coincidence that was before realizing that it had hit the asian woman in the side of the head. A split-second after that shot was fired, another flew in from the opposite side, and went into the poor woman's head on the other side.

I was confused for a while, wondering why she wasn't bleeding more. She was just standing there looking surprised, two holes in the sides of her head. All of a sudden, blood started pouring out of her head, spraying all over the place, not quite perpendicular to her body, but close. She stumbled forward from behind her desk as the few of us in the room watched, horrified. I don't know why we didn't try to help her.

Suddenly, she opened up her mouth like she was going to vomit, and it looked like there was an apple coming out of her mouth at first, but then the thing fell completely out of her mouth, and it was her BRAIN, which splatted onto the floor. It was kind of pink at the top with a thin layer of white at the bottom and very shiny and quite large. We all just stared at it, including the woman whose brain it was, because for some odd reason she was still alive. Then she said a few words that I don't remember, all I know is that she spoke.

I woke up shortly after.

Relient K road trip

The dream started out as I had gotten tickets to a Relient K show.

YAY

I was in this debate with my mom about who I could bring with me, as the show was in a far-away part of Michigan that we would have to road-trip to.

At first, the companions in question were Franny or Kevin. My mom eliminated Kevin as an option because it was innappropriate that we'd be sharing a hotel room together on our way there. She did not say anything about Franny, but there was this weird side-dream about Franny stuck in there.

Franny had this new boyfriend, whose name might have been Chris, but he was not the new boyfriend named Chris that she actually has, he was a new NEW boyfriend named Chris, and he had long brown hair (shoulder-length) and a big brown beard. Not really her type at all. And he had this smile that crinkled up his entire face, so by the end of the dream I could kind of see how he was cute under all that hair, but still. And he was nice enough.

Anyway, Franny was ruled out as an option as well, so I (for some strange reason) chose to take Brittany with me. (A girl I know from school.)

We made a stop-over at my Grandma 'leta's house on the way there and her and Megan were sitting at the dining room table eating Thanksgiving dinner. (?)

We finally got to the concert and were, for some reason, behind the band. Matt Thiessen was picking a few people to do this dance to a specific song during the 'pre-show' (no idea what that is) and he chose me because I was wearing a tie-dye shirt! So I got to stand by Matt Hoopes and try to follow along with this other girl in tie-dye to do these choreographed motions to a song.

Then we chatted with Matt Hoopes and, all too soon, my mom woke me up so I did not have a chance to hang out with Matt Thiessen. :(

In any case, great dream.

Jim and Pam

So in my very, very strange dream last night, I started out as some sort of nurse or orderly at a hospital. This big group of people were being admitted, and they were all from my school, and I gave them all these nametags that they had to wear so we could identify them in case of emergency.

However, they were not cooperating and soon ran out the outside doors of the hospital to go swim in a lake. I tried to stop them at first, or at least make sure they were wearing their nametags, but the chief of surgery, Dr. Kelso from Scrubs, said that I should just let them go, they'd be back.

So I went outside too, with this female intern who looked like Pam from the office who was wearing blue scrubs. This guy nurse who was Jim from the office came with us and I got tired (Apparently I had turned into a patient now.) so I fell asleep across their laps. Sitting there on the hill with the patients swimming and me sleeping on them was where they fell in love, quit their hospital jobs, and got jobs at Dunder Mifflin. I am a true matchmaker.

Chuck

I think I watch too much Chuck, because he keeps popping up in my dreams. I also saw Tangled last night (which Zach Levi is in as well). Anyway, I don't remember at what point the dream started but I was walking/running around this blustery courtyard outside of some rather important library. Sarah and Casey were there (I think maybe I was Chuck) and there were some people trying to kill me, and we weren't sure when they'd show up.

Then we found Jeff's car, which was old and dilapidated, and when I got into it I was me and I was with my dog, Chewy. I stopped to fill up the gas in the car. Somehow, the inside of the front dashboard was the gas tank and I could see the gas filling it up. Unfortunately, part of it had been smashed in and the gas started spilling over and before I could stop him, Chewy drank some of it.

We got back to my house and I was freaking out because I thought Chewy was going to die. I was with my dad and he kept saying to go get mom if I wanted someone to help me figure out if Chewy was okay.

So I'm calling and calling for my mom but she's upstairs. At first she doesn't hear me, then she keeps saying things like "Just a minute," "In a minute." Then she started saying "Is this important?" And I was insisting that yes, it was very important but she did not seem to care.

Sleeping longer nights... having weirder dreams...

Thanksgiving break has been good to my sleeping schedule.
I've dreamed every night.

So last night I had this dream that I was shopping in a gas station/drug store looking store. Trashy looking. I was debating over some food, probably my sub-conscious struggling with my awful eating habits. I ended up buying this really, really cute dress that they were for some reason selling in a convenience store. It looked like it had a knitted bodice, the waist was above the belly button but not like empire-waisted. The material of the bodice kind of reminded me of twine, and it had short sleeves. The skirt was light blue. It was a really, really cute dress.

Then I made friends with the cashiers.

That was all.

Ethan

The dream starts out as I'm at some sort of concert or play outdoors with Derrik. It sort of had to do with Harry Potter and I looked up and saw Salazar Slytherin running away, but for some reason I needed to catch him so I ran after him and began chasing him around this forest that we were in.

Then there were more bad Potter characters that I needed to chase around too and these elaborate reasons why that was never in any of the books. All this time, Derrik and I are trying to plan when we're going to meet in the same park to hear a community orchestra perform Tchaikovsky's 4th.

At this point it seems like the dream has split into a seperate dream but it actually hasn't. We're all at someone's house and I'm eating Kraft macaroni & cheese when my dad instructs me to make this alcoholic drink for my Aunt Janet to help her sleep. I remind him that that is a myth, alcohol will not help you sleep because it changes your brain chemistry and will actually wake you up in a few hours. (I literally saw this on Dr. Oz two days ago.)

Then I went down to the basement.

And my Aunt Janet walked up with Ethan.

He looked only about six, with his short hair and I think wearing a red shirt. The thing was, I knew he wasn't real but I also knew we could all see him. I wrapped my arms around him and was terrified that I would just be holding air, but he was actually there. Then I started telling him about the crazy Harry Potter dream I had had the other night, (the one previously mentioned in this post) because I remember he loved Harry Potter. My Aunt Janet and Dad were just watching us.

After a while, he just disappeared and I started to cry, still talking to him. When I finished talking I was still crying and when I looked over at my Aunt Janet she said to me, "I don't understand either."

I miss him.

zombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombies

Lord knows why I have so many zombie dreams.

Last night's was CRAZY!

The setting was that the zombie apocalypse had already begun and we were getting used to living in it.

The dream started as being indoors but I wasn't sure where. (Near the end I was in a large, semi-creepy house so it might have been there.) I was in a panic, trying to arm myself as I was going somewhere, and I had a razor and a pencil in my pocket. On a few occasions, a very lethargic zombie would jog past. I did this thing to kill them where I would stab the pencil or pen (at this point I had a lot of pencils and pens on me) through their heads, somehow through the forehead. (The eye would make more sense.) I could distinctly feel the pen squish through their heads. It was unpleasant.

Then some of my friends got me to go outside and walk somewhere with them, saying that we could handle the amount of undead that was around outside at this point. So I RELUCTANTLY went with them, knocking off a few zombies on the way to where we were going. My friends (and a few companions who were complete strangers) were significantly more calm about the situation. My friend Jess was there and was making me feel stupid about getting so worked up over the zombies.

We got to where we were going, which turned out to be some kind of store, it looked like a K-Mart-type store with aisles of products. A couple of times we would see zombies and kill them as we were shopping. Then I saw my friend Thom, who had turned into a zombie and was wearing the white suit he wore to homecoming which, by the way, looks hideous on him. So he was for some reason just running around the store like a crazy person instead of trying to eat us, but I had to try and get rid of him anyway. Luckily, I didn't have to. Some guy showed up with a machine gun and shot him down, but then the guy with the machine gun somehow died in the act of doing this. I was actually relieved that this happened, though, because I could take the gun for my own rather than my previous weaponry.

We returned to a creepy, large house. The way we killed zombies was suddenly different. Rather than them dying when we destroyed the brain, they would somehow become human again after we destroyed the brain. I don't really understand the logic there.

Anyway, at this house my friend Anna showed up, as a zombie, and a shoved a pen through her head, thus curing her rather than killing her. It was pretty gruesome. That was the last part of the dream I remember.

Weird thing was, a few times I went out-of-body and when I saw myself in the dream, half the time I was myself and half the time I was Pete from "Private Practice."

When I woke up, I couldn't figure out if the dream was real or not and so buried myself under my covers and decided to burrow into my cave and hide from the zombies forever.

Zombies...everywhere...

So there was this zombie infection, people would start sweating and their eyes would get purple rings around them and they moved slowly, trying to bite others but not eat them. I was first with that sleepy intern from Bones and possibly Dr. Shepherd from Grey's Anatomy, then the sleepy intern sacrificed himself for me. But the zombies didn't stay zombies for long, the effects of the bite wore off after about ten minutes. I got a baseball bat and started smashing heads in a very very real, disturbing way, but I couldn't seem to swing the bat very hard. Then my friend Shawn showed up and said he'd protect me but he turned into a zombie so I smashed his head.

At some point we were fighting zombies in an amusement park, kind of like in Zombieland, but different because it was day out and I was on one of those concrete platforms next to the giant swinging Viking ship.

On a side note, my friend Shawn has shown up in three of my dreams thus far. How odd.

On another side note, I love Woody Harrelson.

Also, this was from a few nights ago and I just forgot to write it down.

....

VERY BEHIND ON DREAMS!

I am keeping them stacked up in my agenda, waiting to be reported.

I'll do that later.

All I remember about last night's dream is that my childhood best friend, Scarlet, and her mom were in it. We may have been shopping or something because they were complimenting me on something. Then I briefly reminisced about Scarlet's sister, who died at sixteen, and I was worried I would offend them or make them upset, but Scarlet just smiled about it like she was glad I remembered.