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

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

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

Then I made friends with the cashiers.

That was all.

Ethan

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

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

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

Then I went down to the basement.

And my Aunt Janet walked up with Ethan.

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

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

I miss him.

zombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombieszombies

Lord knows why I have so many zombie dreams.

Last night's was CRAZY!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zombies...everywhere...

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

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

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

On another side note, I love Woody Harrelson.

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

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VERY BEHIND ON DREAMS!

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

I'll do that later.

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

DOG

So I found this grey stray dog running around. It was wearing a collar. I vividly remember grabbing the collar and reading the name and address of its owner from the tag.

I intended to return the dog to its owner, so I got Chewy, my mom, myself, and the dog all loaded up in our van and we went to find this person's house.

However, we got lost and never found it.

Then,

My band director left and we got a new one, Mr. Lewis from Clarkston. That was right before I woke up.

That's all.

Mellophone Worry

First off,

This girl who plays mellophone in my band, Zoe Rudich, was trying to frame me for destruction of property or something for getting nail polish all over her yearbook (??) and I know why, because in real life I yelled at her at the game on Friday. But she didn't succeed because she was clearly trying to frame me.

Then I somehow knew how to play mellophone and I was so happy because it meant I could march mellophone in college and I could even do DCI if I wanted... I was really disappointed when this part of my dream wasn't true. If I had more time in my day I'd definitely learn mellophone.

Then there was a big chunk of dream, I was walking around some town that looked like a cross between Oxford and Midland with someone who alternated between my brother Joe and Joe Dorman. I had to call my mom to get directions at one point and I distinctly remember the whole scene:

I was standing at a street corner looking up at the street signs. A female police officer was standing behind me because apparently that was her post. I called our house phone first and it went straight to voicemail (which doesn't actually happen with house phones in real life.) so I called her cell but she was on the house phone with some guy from our church. But I told her the streets we were at (one of them was Westview) and she told me to turn right, but I saw this little music store to the left so I went that was to go check it out.

We walked through some stands that looked like they'd been at the renaissance festival on our way over. The music store was a huge disappointment, it was mostly just pictures of people for some reason. I determined while in the music store that I was in Midland because the kids in the marching band photos were Midland High students. There were mostly pictures of the sousaphones, who for some reason were wearing a bunch of PVC pipe in addition to the sousaphones.

At this point my mom showed up and was looking around the music store too and talking about relationships. First she told me that I needed a new boyfriend because a girl shouldn't just have one boy her whole life. Then she was talking about her relationships and for a few minutes I was under the impression that she was a lesbian.

Then when I was ready to go, I went to get my mom from where she was talking to the shop owner. I just said, "I'm ready to go" to her and walked away, then realized that the shop owner was my old band director Mr. Reinhard, but I kept walking away because I'm still pissed off that he left.

Finally, we were walking down a sidewalk and for some reason I couldn't stop walking in a diagonal line and pushing everyone off so they all got really mad at me.

This was a long one.
The end.

The Result of Sleeping for 13 Hours...

...especially after a week of sleep deprivation.

The dream started out introducing this guy character. His background was weird and sketchy, apparently he had been struck by lightning and was left deaf and mostly blind. He had black hair and looked kind of like this weird exchange student from my school.

Then it turns out I was dating him. We were walking around somewhere but he was embarassing me with his bumbling around.

At some point I met his mom and it turns out it was her fault he had been struck by lightning, because the lightning travelled through her and hit him.

Then the plot got really weird and it turned out that his parents had endangered him by making him get some famous euphonium (I know, weird.) from a really dangerous spot in a movie theatre.

After a while, the guy turned into my ACTUAL boyfriend, and I wondered how I had never noticed he was deaf and blind before.

Then I was at his house and he for some reason had two small houses instead of one big house. There were multi-colored squirrels everywhere because his dad is obsessed with squirrels. (Not really, but strangely enough my mom's boss really is obsessed with squirrels.) I think that's about where the dream ended. There was something about a euphonium-shaped cookie.

Somewhere in the middle of the dream my dog got arrested, which was strange. At first I was protesting his arrest but then I gave in and admitted that he deserved some jail time. I have no idea what my dog could've done. He's the most innocent dog ever.

Flute anxiety

So I felt really guilty yesterday

because I hadn't practiced flute in three days

(Background info: I intend to be a flutist when I'm all growed up.)

So I had this dream that I was practicing, for a long time. I was so proud of myself for all of the practice time I put in.

Then I woke up.

I was mad.

FUZZY GREEN OSTRICHES?!?!?!

Hopefully that title caught your attention.

I had a dream last night.

A very strange dream.

Kind of embarrassing as well.

Anyway,

I was standing outdoors, strolling around with some other people around me but not with me. I walked past this patch of grass with these two strange-looking birds on it.

As a side note, I think I might have an irrational fear of large birds. (Although now that I think about it, it's pretty rational.) Did you know that ostriches and emus can kill you?!?!? They can kill you!!

Back to my dream.

The birds looked like they had ostrich legs but their necks were thicker than ostrich necks and their heads were bigger. It looked like their fur was bright green turf growing out of them. Their heads reminded me of something from Alice in Wonderland because their beaks were actually those goofy horns that you always see clowns using, that have the rubber ball and the metal horn stuck to each other.

So I walked past these birds, and one of them looked up and right into my eyes.

I froze in place. I've heard you're never supposed to look an attacking animal in the eyes, but it was too late, I couldn't seem to look away.

The bird started trotting towards me and I was sooooo scared.

Suddenly, my friend S ran up from the side and I assumed he was going to tackle the bird, but instead he lifted his leg and peed on the bird's leg like a dog.

Which was really gross.

But the bird left me alone after that.

The end.

Boyfriend's House Dream

Spent the night at Boyfriend's last night.

First, I was with my friend Annette and she was returning my t-shirt to me that she had worn. It was grey and pretty cute, but when she returned it it had a big rip in it. I pointed it out and she was like, "Oh, that's so small."

(This is all very uncharacteristic of her.)

Then she offered me this hockey jersey to wear instead and I took it and put it on but it was so huge on me I looked like a was wearing choir robes.

Then I was in a bus with my Aunt Roseanne and Uncle Brad, and a bunch of my Korean cousins got on and then my 3 yr. old cousin Penelope ran up to me and hugged me and I was so happy and lifted her up and did this thing that my Aunt Janet does when she lifts up a kid where she goes, "Oh-ho-ho-ho" which would not be weird if you heard it in real life and if I were to do it out loud everyone would think to themselves, "That's that thing that Janet does."

Then the dream took a bad turn and it may have been the influence of Boyfriend's house because apparently he has lots of dreams like this.

We all got out into the parking lot and my extended family all started getting into their cars, none of them calling me over to get into theirs. I went for a white car, but when I neared it, I realized that all of the seats were full.

Then I saw Brad and Roseanne in their car, accelerating backwards for some odd reason. I ran after their car and they started accelerating faster and faster backwards and Roseanne was giving me odd looks as if she didn't know who I was. Then I realized that I had been looking at them through the windows of another car, Janet and Jeff's van. I was surprised so I stopped running and they both shot past me.

When I finally saw my own family I started running towards them in slow motion, just to be funny. I can't remember if they left without me or not.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

...was actually Mr. H, the choir teacher at my school. He looked just like Joseph Gordon-Levitt. We had a weird conversation and he told me that he had had cancer a bunch of times.

Then I was driving around my church's church van and for some reason trying to hide it from my dad, who had the other church van.

Renaissance Festival stress dream

So Boyfriend and I went to the Ren Fest today and had an absolute blast - we went all out dressing up and saw the Royal joust and a ton of other neat things.

ANYWAY

Last night I had a STRESS DREAM about the Ren Fest!!! Ridiculous! Why does this always happen to me? This wasn't even something vital to my future and I stress dreamed about it!

So

When the dream started out I was leaving for Boyfriend's house. (Our plan - go to Boyfriend's, then Ren Fest from there because he lives much closer.) On my way I realized that I had forgotten all of my money and both of our costumes other than a random green bathrobe. When I got to Boyfriend's, I was freaking out and demanding to go all the way BACK to my house (45 minute drive) to get our stuff, then to the Fest (55 minutes from my house.)

So we hopped on his motorcycle (He does not have a motorcycle) and started driving back to my house and for some reason he decided to take a shortcut - through someone's house!! I was like, "What in the world are you doing?" and he said, "Oh, don't worry I know them." Which I guess he thought was a valid excuse as we drove the motorcycle through several rooms of their house and then out the back door.

The dream was never resolved and was very, very weird.

Gah.

I dreamt I was 9 months pregnant. I was about to go into labor and was being taken to the hospital by my mom and some other woman. I was looking through my drawer for a shirt to wear and Shannon was with me for just a moment, and I pulled out the pink shirt with her name on it but the letters were falling off.

Then I was at the hospital and I called Boyfriend to tell him I was pregnant because I guess somehow he didn't know. Then I suddenly remembered that I am a virgin, and I said really loudly to my mom, "But I've never had sex!" a bunch of times.

Then I realized that I had been impregnated while in a hot tub with Kevin, like what supposedly happened to Quinn on Glee. Boyfriend laughed as if he somehow already knew it had happened when I told him, and I got really mad and broke up with him. Then I decided I was giving the baby up for adoption and I was ready to get it all over with when I woke up.

For a minute after I woke up I had a little freak-out because I thought it was real, but then realized it was a dream. (I hate that!)

A not-bad dream! :)

Not bad, but weird.

Just as a note up front, I'm not a huge Twilight fan. I enjoy the books and movies as an innocent form of entertainment and I like them a HEALTHY AMOUNT!!

On that note, my dream was full of the characters from Twilight last night. I was not Bella, I was just me, but I was in Bella's position of being the only human with the Cullens. This other vampire clan started moving into the Cullens' attic for some reason and wanted to fight them for the property.

So Edward for some reason was going to face all of them all on his own, and I was sent away for the duration of the fight but at that point I was woken up by my dog licking my face because I was sleeping on the living room floor because I was having a sleepover with Anna. The End.

Quick Add-On

I had another brief dream last night that I just remembered... I saw my old band director who has been in jail again, and I always wondered if he would look different but in my dream he was a literally a completely different person, he was this old man with a kind of fat looking face and hair like Mr. Spresney.

More Bad Dreams

There was this woman who sort of looked like Amy Poehler but evil and she was kidnapping the contestants of this pageant and torturing them. She had gotten two of the girls and I don't remember what she did to them, and she was going after me because I was in the pageant.

I never really finished that part of the dream, I guess the situation resolved itself. I think maybe the police came in a dream for once.

Then my mom and I were in our old across-the-street neighbors, The Wolickis', house, and their house was super awesome. We were bonding and eating doughnuts and for some reason I was wearing only a shirt and underwear, so when the Wolickis' daughters arrived at home I had to run around and find pants.

Then something awesome was going to happen, but my dad came in and woke me up.

Am I a morbid person?

Another dream in my litany of terrible dreams...
I had this dream that my friend Chris died. I remember seeing him in a casket and having that weird feeling when you see someone you know in a casket, that it's not really them at all but some sort of imposter. It was a bad dream.

Bad Dreams

Had a dream the other night that my dad and I were driving home from Kevin's house and we got car-jacked. This guy was sitting in the passenger seat and I was in the driver's seat and my dad was in the back seat. The car-jacker had some sort of accelerator on his side of the car and he was using it to make my car go out of control, and I was braking and trying to steer around obstacles.

Then I was out of the car and in my school and the car-jacker was in the car with my dad. Then the car-jacker called me and somehow showed my a video of my dad and my dad was having some sort of seizure and he had blood on his face and I started screaming and crying in the middle of the hallway at school.

Then I was back in the car and I jumped out of the car and the car-jacker hit me with the car and pushed me into some parked cars. Then I was back in the car again and I started to hit things and other cars on the passenger side because I was trying to kill the car-jacker and I still didn't know where my dad was.

:(

In my dream, I was playing some sort of handheld game (not electronic) and Ethan was running around by me. Then the dream started over again and Ethan was gone.