Q-Zar Battle

Dreamed Sunday June 28

This one was actually a Q-Zar dream. I rarely have these in lieu of Planet Lazer dreams all the time. I was working at Q-Zar Pleasanton and there were 2 birthday parties going on which meant throngs of rambunctious children filling the lobby. Our little sales desk at the front of the place was surrounded by thick plexiglass like at the bank for some reason. In retrospect, I wish we had used a barrier like this at the real Q-Zar, it would have helped block out the madness.

Somehow a child had gotten into our little desk area and I grabbed him, opened the door, and threw him out. The kids wanted to be in there for some reason, so as I opened the door I had to be careful not to let any more in. I shoved the one kid out too hard and he fell down and I felt bad.

I then went to the bathroom and as I went in the door I entered a series of cheesy painted caves, like Disneyland style, that were supposed to be our bathroom corridors. The only problem is that it was like a maze and I couldn't find the actual toilet stall. So I was wandering around the dark, low ceilinged caves searching for the path that took me to the toilets. I would have thought I would know the maze better since I worked there, but no.

I finally found the toilet (thank goodness this part was not emphasized or else I may have wet the hotel bed – embarrassing for sure) and saw that someone had a bunch of their stuff stacked up on the sink counter. There was a tiny toiletry bag and like a curling iron, and someone's tiny gray kitten. I looked around but saw no one. As I was coming out of the stall I saw a girl entering the room. I hid behind the stall door but when I peeked over to see her, she was right on the other side staring at me. I guess I had intruded on her secret area or something.

At this point I was suddenly inflicted by a case of heavy eyes. This happens a lot to me in dreams, most often when I'm trying to run from someone or something. My eyelids are droopy and I can't do anything to keep them open. I can only see about half of what's in front of me since everything keeps fading to black; it's really irritating. As this girl and I were looking at each other, I realized she actually looked like me but with a nose the size of Cyrano de Bergerac (probably about ten times bigger than my real nose). I brushed it by accident as my hand swept back over the stall door.

As I got out of the stall I realized we were going to fight. We started to brawl all down the corridors of the caves. I was trying to ambush her around each dark corner, but she knew the caves better than I did. I don't remember how this ended, but it was an evenly matched fight and neither of us were getting hurt (I watch too many movies.)

Worms

Dreamed Monday Night June 22

Ok I finally did it – I had a memorable dream on this trip with time in the morning to write it down. I have had plenty of good, strange dreams this trip – even had a good Planet Lazer one the other night – but I typically don't have the time to write it down since we're always having to go do stuff in the morning. Ah the burden of traveling, no time to update my dream blog, sigh.

So, I was kicking it outside some house in like a garden area. Janyce from Cal Poly was there and so was Kane along with some other people. We were all just hanging out and talking, climbing in a nearby tree and on the oddly shaped house. Beav showed up; someone dropped him off from a car. He had a hat on and looked like a little boy (not far from the truth, no offense Beav). I tried to tell Janyce who he was (worked with me at Thom Hume's, etc) and then he turned into a giant fish. Who apparently could breath air since he still just floated around near us.

He was probably a 60 pound fish with light blue skin. He had three eyes but one was gone. We asked him if we could touch his skin since it looked so strange; he was reluctant but said yes. I compared it to an elephant even though it felt nothing like an elephant. Then I sauntered down to a little amphitheater area where a bunch of girls from my class at All Saints were hanging out. Allison S., Christina, and a bunch of other people. We all laid down on the grass to watch something in the sky, though I'm not sure what.

Then my dad called on the phone. I wandered away from the group to talk to my dad, but he wanted to chat on Skype for some reason. I told him that I wasn't near a computer at all and that we'd have to Skype later but he wasn't happy about that for some reason. We were sort of just sitting on the phone in silence when my path was interrupted by a narrow bridge. It was only about as wide as one of my feet and paved in (a single width of) brick. I don't know why I felt I had to cross this bridge, but I did. There were handrails, but the ground below was probably 200 feet away so I was still wary (I'm scared of heights).

As I crossed the bridge the path widened (and at some point I was not on the phone with Dad anymore). At the end there was the French couple who was on our tour this weekend and they were being instructed by some guy to squash the worms. Looking back on the path there were tons of worms and snails and we were supposed to squash them all. I was grossed out. The couple had been given some instrument to do the squashing, but I was just supposed to step on the worms. So we proceeded back over the bridge, me before the couple, and tried to squash the worms and snails as we went. I was totally disgusted because most of the worms were over a foot long and about an inch in diameter so you couldn't just squish them in one step, you just sort of bounced off them or squished part of them. I still kept trying but I was hoping that the couple behind me would have more luck since they had proper worm squashing instruments. Why do my dreams focus on the strangest things?

Vacation Dreams

Dreams on vacation are strange. I've had dreams of working at both my old office in Cali and my Melbourne office (apparently I want to be back at work...). I had an excellent dream the other night where I met my cousins' kids who were toddlers (time warp to the future). In the dream I was on the phone with Monique's son Henry, but in the dream his name was Clayton. He was about four years old and I said to him, "Hi Clay..." and he said sarcastically, "Did you just call me Clay?" and I was essentially sassed by a four year old. Monique found this funny when I told her about it (in the dream).

This was taking place at some party being thrown by Olivia Rangel that had all sorts of elementary school and high school people hanging around. I met Anthony (from Cal Poly) at the party and he looked very gloomy. He had a four year old son who was also at the party who was running around and being very hyper. Apparently it had not been Anthony's intention to have this kid and he wasn't getting along with the mom (his girlfriend) very well. I gave him a big hug to comfort him.

I find that when I'm on vacation, I often wake up remembering my dreams like normal, but don't have the time to write anything down since we have things to do. So, dream blog is being neglected. Hopefully I can get a few good ones before the end of the trip!

Captives

This was actually a quite lengthy and, let's face it, relatively boring dream. At least compared to my usual madness and excitement. I was a captive at some war-related camp with a bunch of other people. We were locked into this facility that was sort of like a big warehouse. I just remember the bathroom was one giant room with like 100 toilet stalls but the dividers were way too short such that you could see over them. Isn't that just such a dream thing to happen? Why can't I have my dignity when I'm using the restroom in my dreams*?!

The only person I knew there was Nate. He had a huge bushy beard. Everyone was very dejected and depressed to be in this camp, including me. We wanted to stage a coup, but we were all to scared of being killed. I actually remember saying something like, "Gosh, I wish this were like a video game where I had more than one life" - I can't believe I'm embarrassing even in dire dream situations.

*I actually do know why the toilet stall is always too short or the toilet is in the middle of the room in my dreams - it's so that I don't make the same mistake I used to when I was a kid and think, "hmm, I guess I do have to go..." and proceed to unconsciously relieve myself in my bed. I'm glad the old brain has figured a way around this.