Tiny Port-o-Potty

I'm walking down a road somewhere in my town (I recognized several landmarks - I think it was by my old middle school) on my way to a festival that had something to do with books. It was a seriously nerdy-sounding festival.

I don't know if I stopped on the way there or if I was there when this happened, but there was a port-o-potty that I was standing in line for. My first hour teacher was there supervising the line. It was my turn to use the port-o-potty, but when I got in I discovered that it was tiny.

The port-o-potty was literally half the height of a normal one, if not smaller. There was almost no room for me and my feet kind of stuck out of the door. Also, to make things more uncomfortable, my teacher told everyone they had to be completely silent while they were in line, so everyone could hear me peeing. I really hate that.

When I walked out of the port-o-potty, I saw my friend Jimmy was next in line and warned him that since he's several inches taller than me, it was very unlikely that he would fit into the awkwardly tiny port-o-potty at all.

Dream disappointment.

My apologies for the lack of posts in the past four-ish weeks. My dreams, when I have them, have been a jumble of confusing images and short clips of dreams which I usually decide are too hard to follow to document. Last night I had a jumble dream, actually.

There was a horrible bit about being in a band class and battling a girl who I KNOW is way worse than me for first chair and somehow, getting denied again and again.

After that, I was Harry Potter for a while, which was cool, but I was in a part of the series that exists only in Grace's snoozing brain, in which Harry was being thrown in jail.

The last clip I remember was me first walking through a neighborhood and seeing someone (a band director?) putting a tuba in a car, then being in a room with Ex-Boyfriend for a while, talking about probably nothing but I remember it being weird and awkward, then I decided to get into the pool but the pool was all of three square feet and a part of my bed. Also, it was so deep that I couldn't see the bottom, kind of like an elevator shaft, so after about five seconds of sitting in it, I decided it was very creepy and got out.

The end.

Don't expect any coherent or interesting dreams anytime soon. I'm having sleep issues.

Paranoia and a Premonition - 5/12/11

I believe the dream started out in a hospital. I was with a group of doctors who were very familiar to me, but I don't remember their faces and it is unlikely that I know any of them in real life.

They had just told me that I was going to die soon, of a disease that I had apparently had for a while. It was going to get worse fast and kill me, so I left the hospital to try and find a loved one to break the news to.

I found myself walking along a dirt road in the woods, thoroughly lost. It was starting to get a little hard for me to breathe. I wandered into a volleyball game that was being played by several creatures from "Where the Wild Things Are." They did not see me and were no help whatsoever.

Whenever I took a breath, there was a sharp pain in my chest, and when I poked my stomach, it hurt when I took pressure off. (A sign of internal bleeding. I'm definitely paranoid.)

Finally, after a long stretch of stumbling around the trails, I came across my father and Aunt Leslie pulling suitcases down a trail towards a crossroads. I didn't get a chance to explain to them that I was about to die - I couldn't even get their attention - before my dream ended.

The next day, directly after having this dream, I came down with some strange 24-hour infection that had me feverish, dizzy, short of breath, and thoroughly convinced that my dream was coming true and that I was going to die alone in a dorm room at Western. (I've been away at a fine arts festival.)

Met a disappointing celebrity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fake Babies in Florida

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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



Yes, please.

Grace does time.

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

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

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

This is my mugshot.

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nathan

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

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

McDonald's Narnia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna Franna

This dream was a little more than disturbing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The end.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really, really miss him.

SPLINCHED!

I had a HARRY POTTER DREAM! I love it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weirdness Within the Salvation Army

This is from a REALLY long time ago. I just found it.

This dream started out quite relevant to my real life, I was working on my decade paper for Sociology class and was going to the Salvation Army before orchestra rehearsal to try and turn my blue dress into a 1910's style dress. (This seemed plausible in my dream, but if you saw my blue dress you'd wonder how in the world I was going to do that.)

I walked into the Salvation Army with a couple members of my family, I believe, and we started looking around when a strange-looking lady showed up. She looked like a burn victim, her face was very pale with red blotches on it and she was wearing some weird headdress that was irrelevant to looking like a burn victim. She was just shopping around, but apparently thought that lots of people were staring at her, because she decided to loudly tell everyone what was wrong with her, just to clear up all questions.

She made us come over by her and explained that she had been burned and that's why she looked so different. She mentioned something about her husband, but then a couple minutes later told us she was in a lesbian marriage.

(This is where I started suspecting that she was just faking. I'm all for gay marriage, but this one was kind of strange.)

She told us that she was going to introduce us to her wife, and this Indian (like from India not Native American) midget woman walked out from behind something. She was wearing a purple tunic-thing with gold lining and there were a couple other women with her, and they were acting all sassy and defiant, as if we were all going to try and attack them. It really bothered me, because I dislike people who assume they have to be super-defiant.

At this point, I left the store and walked to my mini-van, and saw this guy I know named Zack on the way there. (Completely unrelated to dream.)

I got to the van and got into the trunk to play with my laptop. (I don't have one.)

Then there was this long, complex sequence explaining how the lady in the Salvation Army got burned by these pills that mess with your heart, and my sub-conscious mind made up a bunch of words and my friend Josh was involved.

The end. I hope your brain doesn't hurt from reading all of this craziness.

Oh, Gerard!

So I'm in this grocery store with my dad, and I don't remember what we were shopping for but I think I must've been hungry in my sleep because there were copious amounts of food involved.

We're walking through the grocery store and we see this guy I had a HUGE crush on throughout my freshman and sophomore years of high school, Kyle. He's kind of snooty now and I'm not a huge fan of his anymore, (hopefully he won't be reading this) but I would probably still get a little shy and goofy around him.

Kyle didn't see us, and I didn't really want to get involved in a conversation with him, so we just went about our business and then went to leave the store, but of course my dad noticed Kyle and decided to say something, so as we were leaving he goes, "Bye, Gerard."

Which, obviously, does not make sense because Kyle's name is Kyle, not Gerard.

It made me think of my AP English teacher, though, because she loves Gerard Butler. Speaking of Gerard Butler.


Omnomnomnomnomnomnom.
The End.

Cousin

I had a dream in which I relived the day my cousin died. There were a few differences, but it was still horrible.

Guinea Pig

In this dream several crazy things happened, but unfortunately, I barely remember any of them.

There was a very vivid part where my mom handed me a present, and when I opened it I found a guinea pig inside! It looked exactly like my old guinea pig, Pokey, but was the colors of my current dog. As the dream progressed, another guinea pig that looked just like one of my other old guinea pigs, Taffy, appeared but with my dog's colors also.

NPH FTW

This dream must've been a record for the most dream packed into the fewest hours of sleep.

I'm running late for school and I dash into the building after the bell has rung. I run to my first hour, sociology, only to find Mr. C's room and the hallway around it being inexpicably rained on and starting to flood. I had to search around for where my class was, and I found them in the library on their laptops.

However, I decided I didn't want to go to class, so I wandered to the band room. When I got there, I promptly got in a fight with Mr. G and was kicked out.

I spent a significant amount of time wandering around the school, (which isn't unusual for me) until I ran into some choir kids who were about to leave for choir festival. (Which they really did have today.) However, in my dream, choir festival was in China.

I somehow got myself onto the bus to China (yes, a bus) with the choir and Anna and I got off when we got there and walked into the building.

We were for some reason wearing our prom dresses, and as we were walking past a mall-food-court-style restaurant, we suddenly spotted NEIL PATRICK HARRIS ordering at the register!




We freaked out, naturally, and swarmed him as much as two people can swarm someone. (The prom dresses helped.) We were begging for a picture with him, but he refused and ran away.

Anna and I chased him through the building, and finally, we were so annoying that he consented to be in a picture with us.

Of course, something had to go wrong, and it turns out I had turned the camera onto video instead of camera, so we ended up with a roughly ten-second-long video of Anna and I posing with an uncomfortable NPH instead of a picture.

After this, stuff got really weird and really scary really fast.

Anna and NPH disappeared, and I was alone in China. In my dream, China was a horrible, violent place with a seriously crazy leader.

I was wandering around outside (I did a lot of wandering in this dream) when a psycho with a red ax started chasing me around and there was a bunch of creepy apocalyptic-looking stuff going on.

Finally, I found my parents, who had driven to China in my minivan. They told me that they were heading out, and they were going to come home with me and the choir on the school bus.

I asked them how we were going to get my van home if they were taking the bus home. They told me we'd go back to China and get it later.

That was pretty much the end. I seem to be very worried about my van lately, because it's been showing up in my dreams frequently.

Here's a question you should ask yourself every day.

Grace and Connor fail miserably.

I decided that any posts containing both me and Connor will have titles like this. (Refer back to "Grace and Connor are in a musical.")

Connor and I are conducting at a football game, and it's already getting weird. We have a guest marching band marching with our own, a school wearing green and white uniforms. Our school uniforms are suddenly all red and white (usually red and black) and the drumline is wearing all three, red, green, and white.

I was in something casual I think, because it was supposed to be a rehearsal, but when I looked over at Connor he was all decked out in our full uniform and I started getting mad because it made me look sloppy.

When I started the band, my mouth was so dry that the whistle was really weak. (I've been having dry mouth issues lately.) I wasn't sure if they would start or not, but they did and started playing "I Want You Back." I was conducting, but I started swaying on my ladder like I was dizzy. The ladder began to sway too, dipping down almost to the ground, but so far out in front of me that when it did I was in the middle of the field with the marchers.

At this point my clothes turned into my full uniform. The ladder continued to sway, and I stepped off of it when it almost reached the ground, but immediately ran into a marcher from the guest band because I was in the middle of the field.

I then tripped over a saxophone and my pants fell down. I stopped conducting, lying on the ground in a heap, deciding it was useless. The band stopped playing and moving altogether, and everyone was generally just standing there in silence.

I suddenly wondered why Connor was not still conducting. I looked over to him and reached out my hand to hit him, but when I did he fell down and turned into nothing but a pile of clothing. No person, just clothing.

It was a horrible, horrible dream.

Tron, iPads, and IV tubes.

This a dream from earlier in the week, 3-8-11.

The dream started out as me waking up in the morning and telling my dad I didn't want to go to school. He agreed right away, which was surprising to me, but he told me that I had thrown up during the night and I must not remember it.

I stayed home, but then I went looking for my mom and home suddenly shifted into the high school, therefore defeating the purpose of me staying home in the first place.

I found my mom in a weird part of the high school that I'd never seen before. (I'm really good at adding strange new additions to the high school in my dreams.) It looked like the old annex of my church mixed with an old person's house. I think I actually saw an old person, too.

Then the dream took a completely different turn, and that end of the story was never really tied up.

I was in a hospital gown outside of a hospital, with one of those little ports for an IV in my arm, all taped down and such, but no IV tube or bag. It was just like the time I had salmonella and needed an IV, except I was confused as to why I was in (or rather, outside) the hospital for just vomiting once. I quickly left and met up with my friend Rosie at the mall.

I drove us there and parked my minivan in a parking garage, and when we were done shopping, we went back to the garage to find that my van had been stolen! (I've grown rather attached to it over the years.) We ran around looking for it, then went back to the scene of the crime where we found it returned unharmed. However, some things were missing from inside of it. I looked up to see an old man walking away, putting my GPS inside a messenger bag over his shoulder.

I caught up with him and grabbed the GPS away and also found my iPad (I don't really have an iPad) in his bag.

After this, Rosie and I drove to my friend Kyle's house. I still had the hospital gown and IV port, only now an IV tube inexplicably showed up. No bag, just a tube. It was really annoying and was always getting in the way.

We got to Kyle's house and went inside, then suddenly had to leave in a big hurry. (I don't remember why.) We were running out to the van and it was getting dark, and suddenly a flash mob began forming between us and the van. It was a bunch of people who were wearing lighted-up suits that looked like they were from Tron, dancing right in our way, and more and more people kept joining.

Normally I would have thought this was awesome, but I really needed to get to my van and I got even more annoyed when one of the Tron-dancers grabbed my cell phone away from me and threw it.

The dream pretty much ended there.

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.