Marathon on a Cuise Ship

I was in the court where my mom lives (this is where a great many of my dreams take place) about to run a 5k marathon. I was nervous about it because I'm a truly terrible runner. But, for some reason I was already registered and ready to start, so I was going to attempt it.

I began to run; there were only about 3 other people besides me running, one of whom I believe was Mel Gibson. Since we were running in the court and the court is quite small, the race consisted of 5 or so laps up the hill and back down. Running down the hill was a piece of cake and running up was harder (surprise, my dreams are sometimes realistic).

I was doing surprisingly well. I was not afflicted with my real-life running debilitation and was actually making decent time and feeling good about it. I was sweating up a storm, but the uphills were invigorating and the downhills were encouraging. I would also rest at the top of the hill each time to catch my breath before continuing on.

My family was cheering me on from the steps of my mom's house: my mom, sister, and Grandpa were definitely there, in addition to a few others. My Grandpa even got up and ran next to me for part of it to encourage me.

I couldn't believe when we only had one more lap to go; I was going to make it! I ran down the hill next to another girl who was in the marathon and about halfway down, she turned around and made an easy dash back up the hill for the finish line. She had cheated! We were supposed to go all the way down the hill to the bottom, you can't just turn around halfway. Because of that her time was under 7 minutes and she had gotten all the glory.

In spite of her I ran all the way to the bottom of the court and touched the sidewalk at the bottom before turning around to make a good time in the low 7 minutes. I was so happy!

After I finished, I turned to where my family had been sitting and there was suddenly a whole crowd of people and I was on a cruise ship. I had to go find my room so that I could shower and change for dinner. Did I bring anything nice to wear? I wasn't sure.

Everyone was wearing ball gowns and fancy dresses. I couldn't find an elevator and asked an employee how to get to the "T" deck. He had a strong accent and was hard to understand but directed me toward an elevator. I think I got off at the wrong floor but was shortly fed some strange food which I ate at a table with Commander (or Lieutenant, depending on the season) Worf.

Backstage

This dream was awesome and highly realistic. It happened in the time between getting up at 7.30am to use the bathroom and then oversleeping until 9.10am. Every time I get up late (as opposed to in the middle of the night) to use the bathroom I end up sleeping way more after I go back to sleep. Next time, I'll set an alarm.

This time, however, I had an awesome dream in the interim. I was in the audience at a play/musical with Kane, Marc and Alana. It was the kind of show where there are tables set up; we had our own table in the very back of the large, dark room. As the show started, a David Bowie-esque young man dressed in neon spandex (sort of like a Cirque du Soleil deal) walked out from the back of the room, turned to me, grabbed my hand, and started to walk me down toward the stage.

I looked back at my companions and mouthed an "oh lord" and rolled my eyes. Did I want to be the audience volunteer for this show? Not really.

The man took me backstage and proceeded to get ready for the show and walk all around the extensive greenrooms. People were talking to him and laughing and it was a really fun place. I was sticking close by him since I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Finally they put me in a costume (I don't remember what it was) and I was put on a dark area of the stage. There was someone on the other side of the stage pretending to be on the phone (it was part of the act) and suddenly the spotlight shone on me; I was the person on the other line.

Surprisingly, and unlike so many of my other dreams, I actually knew my lines. I said whatever silly thing I was supposed to say (even though I hadn't known what it was beforehand-- apparently in the dream we had practiced it at some point) and the audience laughed. The spotlight went off of me and my moment was over.

Since I wasn't being shown back to my seat, I wanted to see if I could sit somewhere near the stage to see the rest of the show. I did, after all, come to see it and now I was missing it. I sat in a little window-type opening that looked out onto the stage from behind; it was probably 200 feet behind the actual stage (the stage was immense and didn't have a wall directly behind it like a normal stage).

The crew and cast were becoming accustomed to me and some actually knew my name. Others were watching the show from this location and were surprised that I was audacious enough to have a look; they called me by name and welcomed me to watch with them.

While at this viewing area, we watched as some of the acrobats warmed up off stage. One of the trainers landed wrong doing a series of back flips and broke her leg. It was broken at the shin and was cracked straight through. She had to exit the area from the opening where we were all sitting--which included climbing through the opening and then down a 10' ladder. I was wondering why there wasn't an exit with easier access for just this type of situation.

As the girl approached, she asked me to help her down the ladder. I had to hold her leg still. She was squinting with the pain but not yelling out like I would have expected. I held her leg and could feel it was broken; it was moving around with every jolt down the ladder, which must have hurt immensely.

I wasn't able to get a good grip on the break to hold it very still--stupid dream world. I held the break as best I could with one hand and pushed the bottom of her foot up to try to hold the break together with the other hand. I was shuffling the use of these hands to climb down the ladder myself and was not doing a great job holding her leg still.

Once at the bottom, she hopped away on one foot to get help; she was an acrobat after all.

When the show was over, the guy who had taken me backstage came over and we both changed back into our normal clothes. I had a sweater on over a t-shirt over another t-shirt and a tank top under that for some reason.

The guy called me over to give me some trinkets from the show. He said the show changes every week and they don't need some of the props if I wanted them as souvenirs. I said ok and put some little cardboard cutouts and some papers in my bag. I gave him a big hug and was very happy.

Superhero Socks

This dream took place outside my mom's house in the cul-de-sac where I grew up. I and a few other kids were roller blading around the bottom of the court where there were miscellaneous "bonus" items floating around about a foot off the ground like something from a video game.

There were gloves and hats and socks; each one would give you a special power if you picked it up and put it on. We were all racing around and trying to prevent each other from getting these floating items. I managed to grab a pair of knee-high, red and yellow knit socks and put them on quickly. They gave me super running speed!

I proceeded to race all around the court, running circles around my opponents. It was awesome!!