Wait, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Revenge of the Anxiety Dreams!

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

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

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

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

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

Bad day today, too. :/

A Horrible Dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neighbor Hate

50th recorded dream!

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

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

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

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

Hunted for Secrets

This dream was so bizarre.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna's New Boyfriend

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

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

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

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

Thus, suspicions confirmed. In my sub-conscious.

An unpleasant dream of unpleasantness.

This dream was a stream really bizarre events.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The end.

Chord Overstreet

... is a really, really attractive name.

And he was in my dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I woke up.

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

Lazy-eyed Grace

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

Anyway.

Dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RELIENT K

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

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

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

Anyway, on to the dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chuck Me

More Chuck in my dreams.

I like it. :)

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

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

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

Just imagine that Sarah is me. >>>

Gorilla Rescue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Impression That I Get

The dream started out in a stress-like manner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The end.

Haunted House

So

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

But it "didn't work out."

Because I was terrified.

This dream was definitely my punishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then my flute teacher showed up at my house.

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

The end.

Not sure what brought this hideous dream on...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up shortly after.

Relient K road trip

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

YAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In any case, great dream.

Jim and Pam

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

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

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

Chuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I made friends with the cashiers.

That was all.