A Dream about how I'm Crazy.

I started out with a bunch of my band friends from last year, we were at an outdoor venue having a party or something like that.


In the dream, I appeared the way I sometimes feel. I was a recluse, wrapped up in a big ugly brown coat even though it's nice outside. (Brown coat? Firefly? I wish?)

I didn't talk to anyone, but instead I obsessively drew detailed pictures of the people who were at the gathering.

My friend Liz noticed that I had drawn several pictures of her that were kind of unflattering in a teasing sort of way, and told me I'm weird but funny. It made me happy.


Then I accidentally did something that made her really angry, I don't remember what. But suddenly she didn't find the pictures so humorous anymore, and turned the other band kids into an angry mob which started chasing after me.

I ran away, eventually ending up on a dock with a tower. There were a few younger adults there, who looked like camp counselors or something, and who attempted to help me hide the pictures.

I ended up inside a building, and Liz's parents were there. Usually, Liz's parents love me. But they were turned against me by Liz, and were trying to locate my pictures and burn them. I was freaking out because the drawings were a safety blanket-ish obsession to me, and I couldn't bear to let them go. I was also feeling ashamed and rejected because people who used to love me now hate me.

Before they could get ahold of my pictures, my parents and brother drove up in the family van and rescued me.

The drive home was really long, longer than was realistic. About halfway home, we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom.

The bathroom was a huge circular room with another large circular pillar in the middle of it. There were hundreds of stalls lining the room and the pillar, and they were only the size of lockers.

Apparently my parents were okay with this, because they got right into their stalls and did their business.

I hunted around for a suitable stall. They were all equally tiny, and there were some... leftovers on the seats and floor. I could not find a clean stall.

Before I could find a decent toilet, I reached into my pocket and found a key. I couldn't figure out what it was for. I assumed it was for something nearby, like hopefully a private bathroom.

Suddenly, a door that was within the circular room opened and my friend Jody walked out.

She said something to me about finally coming home, and I realized that my key was for one of the rooms within the circular room.

Then I found out that the room was a part of a mental hospital, at which I was a patient. My parents had been dropping me off, not stopping for a bathroom break.

That's how the dream ended. Me realizing just how insane I am.

Unidentified Flying Object

This dream was SO vivid and SO awesome. I love having amazingly amazing vivid dreams, especially those that involve flying.

The premise of this dream is that I needed a ride to Michigan Youth Arts Festival, which already happened months ago, and I did not, in fact, need a ride. In this dream, I apparently did.

I went to my friend's house. She was going to the festival too. I do not know who this girl was. She was a combination of my friend Jami, (who was actually at MYAF) a girl I know named Molly, and a random asian girl. I don't know what her name was, but I'll just call her Molly because that's who she most reminded me of.

So I got to Molly's house and we went into this room that was specifically for boarding this spacecraft-thing that we were going to be taking to MYAF. It was huge and looked kind of like a flying saucer, but more sophisticated. The outside reminded me of a tent.

The way of boarding the UFO was really strange, one had to go through a series of rituals, even be in the right mind-set, and when everything clicked the UFO would pull the rider up into it with some unknown force that the person would feel in his or her hand as they touched the doorway of the UFO.

Molly only took a few minutes to get into the UFO because she was used to it, but it took a frustratingly long time for the UFO to accept me. When I was finally pulled up into it, it was like a cross between a tent and a trampoline on the inside. The UFO could travel so fast that it would take about twenty minutes to make the three hour trip to MYAF.

However, we did not go to MYAF. We went to the Old West for a potty break, because I really had to pee. (I really did have to pee in my sleep, because when I woke up I went to the bathroom and peed for about a minute straight.)

The Old West town was very suspicious of us, and we were trying to blend in because for some reason, they wouldn't approve of our real identities. I got in the long line to use a gross little wooden-walled bathroom. There was no door on the one toilet stall that men and women had to share, and the girl toilet was right in the doorway. (This may stem from my anxiety about using the toilet when other people are around.)

I never got to do my business, I think the villagers ended up turning on us. I distinctly remember meeting a bright green bird who told me a legend about a bird that could shoot flames out of its butt and fly enormous heights, then claimed to be the bird in the legend.

I believed the bird and got on its back when it promised me it could help me escape. It took off over the water, which resembled a wave pool, flew about halfway to the big wall, then crashed and burned.

Instantly, I was back in the UFO with Molly and another guy who was reading a magazine in the corner. I started going through my luggage for MYAF and realizing that I had forgotten the majority of the things I needed for the weekend, including all of my linens and my outfit for the performance.

I started asking Molly if we could run back to my house. After all, it would only take us about twenty minutes to get to MYAF, so we had time. At first she refused, but then we were instantly back in my house and I was stuffing all of the things I needed into my bags.

Finally, we were going to be on our way to MYAF, but the UFO would no longer accept me and pull me up into it, so the dream ended with me trying futilely to get up into the UFO as Molly and her mother stood by and put added pressure on me.

America's Got Talent Live

I was in school, in an aerobics class. However, the class didn’t take place in the gym, it took place in a normal classroom with rows of desks. The class changed and suddenly I was inexplicably in an empty biology classroom, then the school’s swimming pool.

In the pool I immediately dropped all of the important things that were in my pockets and they sunk to the bottom, so I went underwater to get them. I’m not sure how this happened, but I ended up locked in an embrace with this boy who goes to my high school, Cooper.


He said he was just trying to be chivalrous, but from that point on we became engaged in a passionate love affair that included him taking me to see “America’s Got Talent” live, and I was very excited to see Howie Mandel. At one point I asked him, “What about your girlfriend?” but he claimed that they were breaking up anyway, and I’m not sure why I didn’t also consider my current boyfriend.


Then I was with Jim and Pam from the office and we were trying to get Michael to go to the hospital because he was obviously ill, but he kept avoiding it and tried to go into a sleazy Thai restaurant instead.

Another Night with the Living Dead

Yet again, it is the zombie apocalypse in my sub-conscious. I watched my first-ever horror movie last night, and this must be a result. (Not a zombie movie, a horror movie.)

It was the tail end of a zombie break-out. I had made it to the end, and so had my father. We were in a small tribe of people who were living (surviving) together somewhere around Tillson Street in my neighborhood. We had drifted around to several different groups and we were so used to living in the post-apocalyptic world that I was no longer even afraid of zombies, they were more of an annoyance.

At this point in the break-out, there were no more crowds of zombies. A handful or a few stragglers showed up as the dream progressed and I would always take care of them pretty swiftly. It was unrealistic because I didn’t destroy the brain, which is what most experts agree is the only way to truly kill the undead. I just killed the zombies in any way that would cause a human death.

For the majority of the dream, I was driving several people home from the small gathering that we had been in, and they were all my age and from my school. One of them was my friend Kyle from marching band, and possibly my friend Rose.

I drove them each home over the course of the day, killing the occasional zombie along the way. Finally, I was dropping one of the last kids off, and there were a bunch of band people hanging around near the person’s house. We went over to hang out with them when a fairly large group of zombies ran over, larger than I had seen in a while. I’m pretty sure one of them was my friend Vance.

Chaos ensued. I managed to get into my car and away from the attack. That’s all I remember.

Invisible to Human Eyes

In this dream, I could make myself completely invisible. I did so one morning and ran down the street to my ex-boyfriend’s house while invisible. (In reality he lives several miles away from me.)


I got into the house when his mother ran outside and started yelling about how she wanted relish sandals. (I don’t even know where that came from.) I snuck indoors and up to my ex’s room, where he was sleeping still.

I decided to get into his bed with him, even though I knew the second I made a sound he would know that it was me and not his current girlfriend. (I think her voice is higher than mine.)

I snuggled up behind him and he woke up, not seeing anyone in his bed but feeling me behind him. He said something like “Oh good, you’re here again,” as if he were talking to his current girlfriend, which led me to assume that she could also turn invisible and snuck into his house occasionally as well. It made me intensely uncomfortable that he thought I was his current girlfriend, as my intention hadn’t been to cuddle, but just to see what he would do.

I decided that I’d had enough, I didn’t want to give myself away when he realized I wasn’t saying anything or responding to him, so I climbed out of his bed and started opening the window to escape. Unfortunately, the window screen was pretty hard to get out, so Ex-Boyfriend noticed me escaping and started grabbing at my wrists, trying to get me to stay and asking me why I was mad at him. (Still under the impression I was his current girlfriend.)

Eventually, I escaped out the window and ran down the sidewalk, still invisible, until I was sure the coast was clear. The neighbors’ dogs could sense me as I ran past.
Next, I became visible and went to a large strip mall/Costco-type place with a group of my friends. I’m not sure who all was with me but I know that one of the girls was one of my Latino friends.

We walked around, I bought several cookies, and then I came across a girl I know, Bridget, in a section of the mall where some of the kids from my school were hanging out. I was surprised to see that she had no legs, although I had somehow already known this in the dream. I commented to her about her legs and made a joke, which she thankfully laughed about and said that she didn’t have her fake legs with her. I kept trying to remember what had happened to her, but all I could remember was that it was some sort of freak accident.


Next, I went outside to a horse corral and got on a horse as an instructor stood by. I kicked its sides and we cantered down the length of the corral, turned, and cantered back. The horse was reluctant to stop and I had to pull on the reins and yell “Whoa!” over and over before it would obey me. I was embarrassed at first, but then the instructor said that I was the best client she’d had all day.

Finally, I got into my van to wait for my family. A creepy middle-aged bald man started walking towards the van so I turned invisible before he saw me. Unfortunately, he proceeded to get into the driver’s seat of the van before I could lock the doors and began driving it away. I stayed invisible, petrified, especially when I recognized him as a mentally unstable criminal that we were supposed to be watching out for.
Since it’s the evening in real life now, I cannot remember how this dream ends. This is very disappointing to me. I’m pretty confident that I got away from the car-jacker, but there was nothing more about my invisibility, why I could do it, or what I did with it.

Another Wedding Flop

I was at my own wedding, getting ready to marry my current boyfriend. I had a very simple white dress on, it was floor length but not poofy or flowy, and I’m pretty sure it had a large bow on the front, or at least a neckline that reminded me of a large bow. My fiancé was wearing a black tux with a white shirt and pink tie and vest, and looked very sexy. However, we’ve only been dating for a couple weeks, and that was very apparent in this dream because we were obviously rushing things.

At our wedding ceremony, one of my friends sang and another girl I know named Grace played the trombone. We took a brief break, and then we were going to continue with speeches given by my mom and dad, which I announced, and got teary-eyed because it was such an emotional moment.

Unfortunately, during the break my fiancé disappeared. Someone then told me that he had changed his mind and was leaving me at the altar. I ran off to find him and found him in street clothes in a hotel room. I was pleading for him to come back because I didn’t want to look silly in front of all of our family and friends, but he never did.

(I don't recall if I blogged it or not, but I once had a dream that I was getting married and someone started making a human centipede out of my wedding guests during the ceremony. It was probably the worst thing that can ever happen at someone's wedding.)


I'm actually surprised I haven't had this dream yet.
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What is it with me and creepy dreams about hands?

A lot of crazy things that don't make sense happened in this dream but I don't feel like blogging those things, so I'll just describe the main (most disturbing) event.

I was on a road trip with my family to my Uncle Brad and Aunt Roseann's giant villa in the countryside. (They do not have a giant villa. But in my dream it was really amazing and lush and floral, etc.)

In the process of traveling to/being at my aunt and uncles' villa, I somehow managed to grow two extra fingers on my right hand, between my ring finger and pinky finger. They were both the size of my ring finger and one was slightly on top of the other, and I could freely move all seven fingers at will.



This is not what my hand looked like at all, actually. I couldn't find an accurate representation on Google Images. Plus, this hand has six fingers. Mine had seven.

I notified my mother that I had grown two extra fingers, and soon there was a blonde nurse telling me she had to cut my two extra fingers off.

For some reason, the nurse refused to give me any kind of pain killers or anesthesia before the procedure, so I kept chickening out. (Can you blame me?)

Finally, after flaking out several times and being told nonsensical reasons why I couldn't have painkillers before the finger-slicing-off commenced, I went into my mom's car and popped a ton of pills, blacked out, and when I woke up there were two little pink ovals where my fingers used to be.

Medium to Another Dimension

I think I should write a novel based on this dream.

I also think I may have been a boy in this dream. Actually, I'm sure I was. That's okay with me, I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality to spend one night male.

I'm this guy who is a medium between this dimension and (I'm assuming) several other dimensions because there was one dimension that I could visit when I needed time alone (which I do - a lot.) and there was one that was like the afterlife and I could tell when people were about to shift into that dimension and help them transition more smoothly. I shifted between dimensions in a dream-sleep-state, taking care of the dying and visiting my other reality late in the night.

This was my secret and stayed that way for most of my life, up until this dream took place.

At this point in my connection to the alternate dimension, I was at a building reminiscent of a high school, signing up for clubs and feeling very free and happy with my alternate dimension life, as opposed to my turbulent this-dimension life. In my time in this dimension, I was beginning to sense that my grandmother was about to transition into the afterlife. (She’s pretty darn old and very dear to me and my family.)

I was so used to assisting people into the afterlife dimension that I didn’t think much of it – I had the security of knowing that there was a place beyond this earth. Because of this, my grandma’s passing was no big deal to me, but I had forgotten what my family, who didn’t have my special quirks, would be going through.

The transition didn’t go smoothly, and my grandma, it turns out, was not quite ready to move on. Therefore, she and my family were under the impression that I had attempted to murder my grandmother, which I found out when my father and brother burst into my bedroom one morning pointing guns at my head.

I somehow got away from the men and guns and ran outside in my pajamas, through my front yard and down the sidewalk. However, the next door neighbor, Mrs. Neihaus, had been informed of my attempted homicide and appeared on her front porch, ready to alert the authorities or attack me, I don’t know which.

I veered to the right and ran into the Neihaus’ backyard and wriggled through their basement window into the basement before anyone saw me.

The basement was light enough for me to see, and I could see some clutter and several doors. I ran forward to a door that almost completely blended into the wall and threw it open. Inside, there was a set of stairs. I knew as soon as I saw the stairs that this door led to my alternate dimension, and there was no way that the Neihaus’ knew it was there.

I ran up the stairs, closing the door behind me, and was safe in my alternate dimension for the time being.

In my safe dimension, I was bringing money in to the theatre department of the high school building so I could be in the pit band for Beauty and the Beast. (Which makes sense because in real life I was in the pit of B & B at my school and it was one of my favorite experiences – my safe place would definitely have that in it.)

I decided after a while that I needed to go back to my real dimension to get some provisions since I was planning on moving into my alternate safe dimension forever to get away from the witch hunt going on in the real dimension.

When I got back to the real dimension, it was nighttime and there weren’t many other people around. I got everything that I needed but in the process a few of my friends saw me. I don’t remember this part, but I must have convinced three of them to join me in the other dimension (I could help them get there) because the next thing I knew I was back in the Neihaus’ basement with one of my friends, frantically trying to find the door back to my safe dimension as an alarm was going off and I could hear Mrs. Neihaus waking up upstairs.

We tried several doors, then I suddenly remembered that the door I had used blended into the wall and started scouring the dark basement walls for a door. I found it just in time and my friend and I leaped onto the stairs just before we would have been found.

The end of the dream was actually a legitimate dream conclusion, which rarely happens to me.

Myself, the friend-girl who had been door-searching with me, my two other friend-boys, and my friend Anna who had recently joined us after realizing my innocence were sitting at a table, eating and laughing together, happy and free from the stress and judgment of the real world and from my previous plague of random dimension-shifting.

Fantastical Dream Number One

This dream was a fantastical nightmare, actually. Both of my fantastical dreams were, now that I think about it.

This one started out as my typical anxiety dream, worrying about a subject that has been featured in my anxiety dreams often lately - my graduation party.

Most of my grad party dreams have been based around nobody showing up to my party. However, this one took a slightly different direction.

People were showing up to my party and it was going pretty well. There were a few speed bumps, like all of the people being people I don't know very well and my having to step out of the party to prepare some things I should've taken care of before the party started. Still, my worries about no one showing up were gone.



Then my brother found a disembodied hand in our garage. And that ruined everything. As usual, I attempted to call 9-1-1 but was incapable of correctly dialing the numbers.

So my party was completely ruined by a disembodied hand.

Oops.

We killed Conan O'Brien.

Technically, it was an accident. Sort of.

My friend Jaimie and I were in an ice rink and we saw Conan O'Brien in a crowd of people. Our intent was simply to kidnap him, not accidentally kill him, but as the movie "Fargo" taught us, wood-chippers are really freaking scary.

We kidnapped Conan and put him in the trunk of a car, but in the process we somehow accidentally melted him, which was really disturbing. I freaked out and was sure we had killed him, but Jaimie apparently thought we could un-melt him later on and was not worried in the least.

So we had Conan melted in a bucket.

Then he was magically un-melted and we were backstage at one of his shows, meeting him, and Jaimie fainted because she really, really loves him.

Conan loved Jaimie and her quirkiness so much that he decided to create a segment on his show that featured her, and she was in every one of his shows for a week.

P.S. I'm going to see the new documentary called "Conan O'Brien Can't Stop" and so should everyone who reads this post.




"Un-melt me, you fools!"










I'm Conan O'Brien and I am extremely young.











I'm Conan O'Brien and I'm the Prime Minister of Finland.













I'm Conan O'Brien and I haz a turkey.

Awesome-sauce Dream

This dream was so cool. So cool.

I'm at this camp/festival thing, not really clear on what it is, but there's a group of people that I'm with. However, most of them are my family member, all three grandparents and several aunts, uncles, and cousins.

We were making a movie at this festival, and myself and my grandpa and paternal grandma were all in it, as well as my second cousin (who my mind made up) to whom I was very attracted. (I am, once again, newly single.) He looked kind of like my friend Matt and his name was Zack, I believe. He was related to me on the Smith side, but I eventually found out that we were not blood-related, his side of the family was married in.

In this movie, my grandma was playing a super glamorous, bad-ass queen. My grandma is not usually the kind of person who dresses up, but she was wearing a huge, shiny gown and a fantastic headdress. The headdress was red with enormous feathers sticking out of it in a semicircle.

My grandpa was an Ice God. There was this bit with blocks of ice that turned into living ice statues while we watched, then my grandpa was dressed as a huge, masculine ice god. My second cousin who I was in love with and I were in this scene.

The scene was that the ice god shot two hunks of ice at us and granted us each a wish, but I kept forgetting my one line again and again.

Finally, after the scene, Zack and I were alone together and jumped on him and kissed him, but he pushed me away. I was sad.

Glees & Bees

Just to clear this up ahead of time, I am not a gigantic Glee fan. I find it entertaining and sometimes enjoy the music, but I don't LOVE it. However, I get a LOT of sub-conscious action with Chord Overstreet.

There was some sort of Glee concert/musical going on at a venue near my house, and my friends and I went to see it.

SOMEHOW, and I don't know how because I never get to meet famous people, I ran into both Chord Overstreet and the guy who plays Mike Chang. Upon meeting first Sam and then Mike, I approached them and planted a huge kiss on each of their lips. I somehow convinced both of them that I was part of the musical and they were supposed to kiss me. This was by far the best part of the dream.


I switched dreams completely after this. My friend Anna and I are in a store with Ethan and my Uncle Jeff. I'm wearing a green plaid prom dress and Anna is also in a dress, I don't remember what it looked like. (Green plaid would not be my first choice on a prom dress.)

Anna and I are shopping for a necklace to wear with my dress. I vividly remember trying on two necklaces, one that is a large green plastic star on a red string and the other that is a large red plastic star on a green string.

I gave up on matching the necklace with my clothing and finally chose a necklace that was an ornate, abstract wooden carving on a cord. I went to buy it and Uncle Jeff was buying Ethan a train set.

We all got into the car, a convertible, and began driving home, when we drove through a cloud of bees. Like most normal people, I hate bees.

I swatted a few away, but then a bee flew into each of my ears and started burrowing in. I was afraid to stick my fingers into my ears to try and get them out because the bees would sting the inside of my ears. They kept burrowing further in and buzzing, and when I was almost woken up I remembered that I was wearing earplugs and so the bees could not be in my ears after all.


I freaking hate bees.

On a side note, I was about halfway through the bee story when a spider crawled under my door and into my room and it led to me trying and failing to kill it three times, then waking up my brother in the middle of the night so he could kill it for me and I don't even feel bad because I can't stop thinking about that statistic that says people eat like 500 spiders a year in their sleep and I keep feeling crawly legs on me gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.

*UPDATE*
One of my friends just told me that that spider-eating statistic was just made up to see how fast fake statistics can spread. I have chosen to believe her.

Return of the Dreams IV: Anxiety-ish Dream

To make up for my laziness in not posting my previous anxiety dream, I will post this awesome but hard-to-describe dream from last night. I'm not sure if it quite constitutes an anxiety dream because it's a situation that would never happen to me ever, whereas the one I had before was about a situation I was stressed out about in reality. Regardless, I'm calling it an anxiety dream. Deal with it.

I recently watched all three Terminator movies within 24 hours, and it was apparently influential, because my dream followed the same basic plot. My father, who works for a large, well-known car company, was apparently going to do something very influential in the future and was being hunted down by assassins in the present to try and stop him. Also, inexplicably, I was being hunted too.

The most disturbing part is that the people who are hunting us are all people I know. It starts out as just my father and I being hunted, then it turns into sort of two teams, and alternates between the two.

The stalking/hunting/shooting takes place in a building that is a cross between my old high school and my old church. (That probably means something.) The two sides are based in different areas, and there's a strange door that leads to my side. (More on that later.)

These are the events that I remember.

First, my dad and I get shot at. That is the last time I see my dad for most of the dream. I think one of us may have gotten hit, but we were both alive when we got separated. The people shooting at us were young, my age, and I knew most of them but I can't remember who it was now.

Next, I was at the part of the building that was more my high school. I had driven there in the rain and was trying to figure out how I could get in without having to cross through the assassins' territory. I figured out that I could park in a spot that was right outside my territory, and I got out in the rain and was working on getting myself and my stuff through a gate/fence thing, when I figured out that the fence was not attached and I could lift it a few feet and slide through. My old friend Jennie was there, also. I haven't spoken to her in a long time and I wasn't sure if she was on my side or not, but neither of us made any move to hurt the other.

Next, I was with someone from the other side, she was unarmed, and I was at the door to my territory. The girl was a friend I had in middle school, a very unstable person, who then moved away in high school and I haven't seen her in a long time. I was trying to figure out a way to get through the door without letting her see how is worked.

The door was a time portal, and it was more of a trap door when you opened it. If you just dropped through, you ended up in our territory, but if you somersaulted into it, you traveled backwards or forwards in time, depending on the direction of your somersault. I fed her some lie about how the door worked, went through it the right way, (which was very claustrophobia-inducing because the tunnel I went through was tight - not people-sized - not sure how I got through it.) and ended up in my territory safely. This part was more in my old church than in my old school.

Then, I took a little side-trip to a store with my close friend Anna. Anna was one of the assassins, but there was some sort of unspoken agreement between us that when we were one-on-one with each other, we had a truce. However, she was being too casual and had a gadget with assassin files on it right in front of me, and I couldn't help but try to get some of the information without her noticing. (It didn't work, but she didn't notice either.)

At the end of the dream, I was running down a church hallway trying to get to my dad. I had just realized that the kids he was with, who he thought he was mentoring, were going to try and kill him. I woke up before I knew if I had made it or not.




Also, before all of that business, I dreamed that I met Arnold Schwarzenegger's son. He was really gay, and I was trying to act like it was no big deal that he was Arnold Schwarzenegger's son but I was dying to ask him all about it. I didn't want to mention this before the other dream because it would kind of ruin it.

Return of the Dreams Part III: Boring Dream

I actually had a different Part III dream earlier, an anxiety dream, but I blogged half of it and then my computer froze and I just never followed through. Sorry.

This one was fairly boring for a long time and then mildly interesting near the end.

The first part that I can clearly remember took place in my garage and driveway. I drove up with Anna and Jaimie in my van and pulled into my garage. It was snowing, so we were trying to get the snow out of my van.

As Anna and Jaimie were in my van and I was standing outside of it, my mom's boss, our school librarian, Mrs. Goudie, pulled up in her burnt orange pick-up truck. (I'm very confident that my school librarian does NOT drive a pick-up truck.)

It turns out that I was parked in Mrs. Goudie's spot in my garage. Shortly after, two more cars pulled up wanting to park in the garage as well, one that I wasn't sure was supposed to be there and one that I was pretty sure was supposed to be there. We then attempted to fit three cars into my two car garage. That's the end of that part.

Then my family and I went out to dinner with my doctor, on whom I have an enormous crush. On our way to the restaurant I was walking with Marshall and Ted from "How I Met Your Mother," and they were dressed up as a guy walking his dog, but I'm not sure which one was the walker and which one was the dog.

When we got to the restaurant, my doctor insisted on sitting next to me. It made me super nervous.

The end.

Return of the Dreams II: Flashback Dream

In this dream, I flashed back to my weekend at MYAF with Jami. (Not to be confused with Jaimie. They are two very, very different people.)

We drove to WMU and were told to follow a tiny sidewalk to our dorms. We went through a forest, what looked like the Amway, and a colonial-town-looking-thing that had a bedroom on display as an exhibit, but that was the room that our friends Derrik and Jimmy had to sleep in for MYAF. And they were unpacking as we strolled through their room.

It was taking us forever to get to our dorms.

When we finally got to our rooms, they were in an incredibly fancy hotel.

The end.

Return of Dreams and Zombies!

I'M DREAMING AGAIN! HALLELUJAH!

And I had the best kind of dream, too. A zombie apocalypse dream. The part that I remember the clearest involved myself and one of my best friends, Jaimie. In this apocalypse scenario, there were normal versions of me and Jaimie and zombie versions of us, too. I was the normal me, and normal Jaimie and I were surviving very well in the apocalypse. We were experts at dodging and outrunning the undead.

We were still doing awesome when we ended up in a large, empty courtyard. The next thing I knew, we were being chased by two zombies - namely, zombie Grace and zombie Jaimie. Zombie Grace looked like she was wearing our friend Anna's homecoming dress from this year, and zombie Jaimie was wearing black pants and a black t-shirt with blue and orange graphics on it. (Typical Jaimie garb.) The normal Jaimie and I were dressed identically as our zombie selves stumbled towards us menacingly.

Then that dumb thing that happens in dreams happened, where we could only run away in super slow motion but the zombies were still in normal speed. I was freaking out, as I should have been, but Jaimie was strangely calm. She said something to me about letting things happen, which calmed me down a lot. Also the fact that it was myself trying to kill me was slightly less scary than a random stranger trying to kill me.

Zombie Jaimie got normal Jaimie first. She attacked normal Jaimie and it was kind of messy, as I recall. Zombie Grace snagged me shortly after, sinking her teeth into my neck. She took only one bite out of me, then ran off. I promptly fell into a fountain and floated there face up, bleeding.

It was strangely peaceful.

Which is disturbing.

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.

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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.)