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.