John Lennon

I was at some event and John Lennon was there. He was leaning in a doorway and I went over to talk to him. He was very tall and spoke to me about how he was the only one of all the people he knew who was faithful to his wife and how important that was to him. He said that William Shatner was the only other guy he'd ever met who was faithful to his wife also.

Later, John Lennon tried to make out with me and I wondered what he considered faithful.

Bar and Transexual Robby

My sister's bar opened today, in real life. Last night I had a dream that the bar opened and my dad was bartending. There were lots of people there and he was working hard to get all their orders quickly. He was sweating a lot and his face was red as he worked.

I was milling around when our sorta-cousin Robby came in. He had decided he wanted to be a woman and wore a blond shoulder-length wig. His new name was Cheryl and I struggled to call him that instead of Robby. But I respected his decision and tried to act normal about it.

He hadn't shaved his beard in a while though, which I thought was an odd choice if he was going to be a woman from now on.

Zombie House

It was night time in a house. Lots of people were there, sort of like a party. Lots of dogs and cats too.

I went out of the apartment to the hall. I must have heard something. I saw a dog in the next room. It was very dark. I saw the dog, it was big. I couldn't yet tell if it was a zombie dog.

It ran over to me. I hesitated but it seemed to be ok. It was a St. Bernard. There was a door in the other room where the dog had been that was open to the outside. It was letting in a stream of streetlight into the room. It was very quiet.

I took the dog and went back to the apartment with the party. I asked the main guy if the dog was his. I guess it wasn't but he was pretty much taking in all the homeless animals whose parents had become zombies, so I let the dog wander around in the apartment.

Everyone continued with their partying. Apparently there were zombies outside but they didn't pay us any mind. We kept the doors locked at night but they'd never really tried to get in. And they hid during the day so we never really had any interaction with them.

Suddenly a kid at the party gasped and beckoned me to look out the window. I peeked out to see a sea of faces, all yelling and waving their arms.

They didn't appear to see me but they were only a few feet away from me through the glass. They could easily break the glass if they tried, I'm not sure if they realized that. I was very scared.

Cat's Out of the Bag

We were moving out of the house where we lived. It wasn't the house we really live in or any house I've ever actually seen before. We'd packed almost everything and I was just waiting until everything was in the car before I packed up our 5 cats and 1 kitten to bring them with us.

When I thought everything was ready, I took the 6 cats and placed them neatly in a duffel bag. They lay down in two rows of three, head to toe, and went to sleep in the bag. The bag didn't fall in on them like a normal bag would, instead it held it's shape like a box. I peeked in at the kitties; they were so cute all sleeping in a row.

Just when I was going to put the cats in the car, I realized that a TV and DVD player were still hooked up. I yelled at Trevor to unplug them and load them into the car right now before the cats woke up.

It took too long and the cats all crawled out of the bag. I was pissed. They went all different directions and I knew it was going to be very difficult to gather them all again.

We took a break and went to the grocery store that was pretty much attached to part of the house. I was going to buy something and saw Katy Perry in line. She had a blue sequined tube top on. She was with a really short man and I was confused because clearly she could do better.

Helicopters?

I just realized my last two dream posts involved helicopters. What the heck is that about?

Helicopter in the Chandelier

I was at a party, something like a huge wedding or ball. There were enormous hallways with three- or four-story high ceilings and a huge ballroom. I was walking around with Alicia because some of her friends were mad at her. At one point, Courtney walked up to us and yelled at Alicia for some reason. Alicia was super sad. I was walking around with my arms around her in a hug to protect her.

Alicia was gone but I was still at the ball. I saw Marc S. and went over to say hi. He put his arm over my shoulders and we chatted. There were tons of people there, he knew some of them. There was a group playing duck-duck-goose or something nearby and everyone was super raucous. Marc and I started to wrestle on the ground, even though it was a fancy event. We were having fun but I told him he was drunk (his breath smelled like beer) and he got mad and turned into a cake.

I tried to apologize to the cake and tell him I was sorry, but I did truly think he was drunk. The cake was small and round with chocolate frosting and sparkly blue and green jewels on it. I picked it up and took it with me as I walked to the main ballroom.

The cake was no longer Marc, it was now just a cake. I sat down in a corner of the ballroom by myself away from all the people and ate the entire cake. Even in my dream I thought that was a fat ass thing to do. The ballroom was filled with people and the ceilings were very high just like the rest of the building. There were massive glass chandeliers in the ceiling.

A helicopter flew into the ballroom from one of the entrances. It had people partying on it; we were suddenly at a high school event (maybe our reunion?) because all the girls on the helicopter were from my class in high school. They were having a great time and hollering as their helicopter barely missed the main chandelier. Someone told me that the group of girls on the helicopter had paid $80,000 to fly it through the ballroom like that. I thought that was insane.

Soon another helicopter of party people came through, though this one totally looked like it hit the chandelier. I guessed that it didn't as it flew through unscathed. I think one more came through that same entrance after that.

Then another helicopter came through another entrance. The woman flying this one didn't look very sure of herself. She yelled down, "am I going to hit the chandelier?", and I said I didn't think so. She kept flying very slowly forward but suddenly the propeller stopped and they froze in mid-air for a split second.

Then the nose of the craft took a dive and the plane (it was a plane now, the kind with an open top like from the '40s) went straight into the ground. There were four girls in the back of the plane seated in two rows of two and the pilot was in the front. They crashed such that the front of the plane back to where the pilot sat was through the floor. The other girls lie in a bloody mess still in the plane which stuck up vertically out of the floor.

Everyone in the room just froze and stared. I yelled out for someone to call 911 but no one moved. I ran over to the plane and got out my phone while trying to clear the debris off the girls in the back of the plane. They had bloody faces (though they were face down so I couldn't actually see their faces) but I thought they might still be ok since they only fell from about 30 feet.

I could not figure how to dial 911 on my phone. I couldn't get to the dialer screen and it was super frustrating. Everyone was still frozen; no one helped. I yelled for Kane to throw me his phone since it's the normal kind with actual buttons for numbers (mine is a touch screen). I dialed 991 twice before finally dialing 911. An answering machine picked up and I had to listen to a menu and dial a number for the correct department. I couldn't pay attention to the menu and was extremely irritated that they would have a menu on the 911 line!

I finally cleared one of the girls from the plane. Laying on the ground she was a magazine though, not a girl. I felt her heart beat (yes, the magazine had a heart beat) and it was strong but erratic. I knew if we could just get an ambulance she would probably be ok; they all would. I woke up before I could get help.

Helicopters and Overalls

I was at an office with Jack Donaghy and we were supposed to go to some party. We were in an office on an upper floor of a high rise building and the exterior walls were full height glass. There was a huge balcony outside and the day was clear and blue.

A helicopter arrived about every 15 minutes and dropped a platform down on the balcony to take someone over to the party. It was a small blue circular platform that could fit only one person at a time. I don't think it had really sturdy railing around it, and I was scared someone might just fall off.

I was supposed to go to the party first, without Jack, to stake it out, and then come back, change my clothes and go back with Jack. At this time I was wearing dark blue overalls and had no shoes or socks on.

I took a different helicopter over to the party which was taking place in something like a hotel lobby. The room was large and open and decorated with modern furnishings. Large windows along the entrance let in pretty dusk light. Someone at the party told me that they were only letting people in for he next half hour or so, which I hadn't expected and didn't understand why. I didn't have time to go back and change and get Jack, and was contemplating what it would mean for me to stay at this party alone in my current outfit.

Planet Lazer Game

I arrived at Planet Lazer and had a hard time finding a parking space. Lots of people were there that I knew, hanging out outside like they always do. The lobby was basically the same; I signed up for a game while chatting with my friends. One weird dude was there and asked me who Mad Marc was, he said, "Is that Seth?". I told him that it was Mad Marc. I heard Marc talking about how his wife just went out of town so he sprinted over to Planet Lazer the moment she left. We all laughed.

We went in to play a game. The briefing room had been all changed around and so had the arena. I wondered why they did that, although it did look nicer. But the briefing area was too small, it couldn't fit more than a dozen people now.

I think we played a game, but I don't really remember. I do remember saying something beforehand in the lobby about how I always win. I'm so confident in my dreams.

Stitches

I had a small cut on my back so I went to the masseuse to get it fixed. I sat in a tent with about two dozen other people sitting in a folding chair facing the front of the tent (like we were in a cult more than a waiting room). I figured I'd have to wait forever with all these people since I didn't make an appointment.

Shortly after I got there Monica S. from Yelp came out to call me in. She looked at my cut in a doctor's room and said that I needed stitches. She sewed up the cut with about 3 stitches and I remember that I didn't feel much pain even though she didn't use anesthetic. She said I should be careful not to move my back around too much lest the stitches rip out. I pictured this in detail when she said it and it grossed me out.

Late to Pick up Colleen in SLO

I was in San Luis Obispo and was going to some sort of fair with my family. I drove a few of us there in my car and parked in a dirt lot. My family got out and walked toward the fair and whatever activities they had.

I got a call from someone who asked me to come pick them up. I remembered walking around town earlier and seeing Colleen (Jack Donaghy's mom from 30 rock) outside a store. I said hello and offered her a ride to the fair. Apparently someone was calling to remind me to pick her up.

I went and got my chair off the lawn area -- my family had put some chairs out to reserve out spots for (assumingly) some show later. My chair was a high backed wooden dining room chair and I dragged it out through the throngs of people toward my car. I then realized there was really no reason to move my chair since I was just coming right back and felt silly.

As I started toward my car a woman asked if she could have a ride to drop her cat off at home. I said sure. As she directed me to her house I realized we were going south away from town and away from Colleen. I had told whoever was with Colleen that I'd be there in 15 mins or so and now I clearly wasn't going to make that schedule. Cat lady's house was in a town called Brie (cheese on the mind, much?) which was apparently a half hour south. Now I was upset because I had thought the cat would be on the way and I was going to be very late to get Colleen.

I dropped the cat off and started back toward town.

Coco and a House in the Woods

I was at a house in the woods; I think I had just moved there. I was not happy about it. The town was nearby, but everything was very rustic and there was dark forest all around the house. One side looked out onto a meadow in a valley, sort of like Yosemite, and on another side there was a densely forested hill.

The house was sort of a log cabin-type place. There were two pools in the house right in the main living room area, one cool water, one a hot tub. And they weren't standard below-ground pools, they were more like aquariums with clear plexi-glass sides. They were both square and right next to each other each maybe five feet deep and up against one wall.

Our dog from when I was a teenager was there, Coco. She jumped in the cold pool, which is so Coco. I watched her and she sank to the bottom, seemingly sniffing around the edges of the tank though I did realize after a while that she couldn't possibly be doing that. She would push off the bottom and propel herself to the surface every few seconds to grab a breath of air.

As I watched her, I realized she wasn't able to actually get enough air; she was to the surface but couldn't hold herself there long enough to take a breath. She was drowning. I was going to have to jump in a pull her out. I pulled my pants off (but kept my undies on because I decided it was ok to just get them wet rather than be wholly indecent in the pool) and jumped in. I grabbed her around her middle and hauled her up to the surface.

I pushed her over the edge and onto the platform next to the pool where she could get back down to the floor. The problem was that she was sort of stupid and was going to keep jumping back in the pool. We needed a fence around the pool and we needed it immediately. For some reason it didn't occur to me to just lock her in another room where she couldn't get to the pool, so I was just keeping an eagle-eyed watch over her until we could get a gate installed.

As a disjointed part of this dream, I opened a door of the cabin to look out on the meadow and saw a bear charging toward me. It was white and huge and about 100 feet away. I was terrified and slammed the door. Looking through the window I saw the bear turn brown as it ran toward the house, then run by the house, get smaller, and jump onto the back of a motorcycle. It was actually a man in a bear suit just playing around. I wondered what was wrong with the people in this town.

I also noticed, much to my surprise and delight that a tram stop was right outside our house (not on the meadow or the forest side, but one of the other sides of the house). It went straight into town which was awesome. I wasn't sure why such a small mountain town had a tram running through it, but thought that I might like this place better now that it seemed a bit more modern and urban.

Cat in the Frame Store

In my first dream last night Kane and I went to this place that makes custom frames for pictures. It was a house though, instead of a store, and we went into the master bedroom for some reason. We were looking at the frames on display and I was noticing that everything was at least $300. I pointed out that these were far too expensive for us and he unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket showing the Groupon that he had for a discount on one of the frames.

We had our cat with us in this house and she was wandering around the master bedroom sniffing things. I asked the woman who owned the "store" if it was ok that we brought our cat, especially since I noticed they had a black and white short hair roaming around the place. She hesitated and didn't seem like it was ok.

Our cat then slipped under the house via a small vent hole in the floor under a table. Kane (and maybe my sister?) ran outside to look under the house for her. I went to put on my shoes but realized I had dozens of small thorns in my feet. I started picking them out before putting on my socks and noticed the store owner lady padlocking the gate to the room I was in. She wouldn't explain why she was locking me in.

I got the thorns out and put on my socks; they were completely covered in dirt. My sister held up a cat from outside and spoke to me through a window to tell me that she'd found my cat. I told her that she was holding a long-hair calico kitten and that my cat was a short-hair tabby adult. She kept looking.

I heard my cat meow from under the floorboards. I called to her to reassure her. I ran to the hole in the floor that she had gone through to see if she'd jump back into the room with me. The hole had been covered over with cookies; the store owner was clearly out to get me for some reason. I removed the cookies and called to the cat through the hole. After a minute she came through and I picked her up.

High School in Oregon

I was in Oregon with Kane, visiting his mom again. For some Lindsay Lohan-esque reason I had to go back to high school since my California diploma didn't work in Oregon for some reason. It was my first day and some girl was showing me around. She showed me to my locker which was up a ramp and near some arcade games.

We had to bring way too much stuff to school. I had a backpack, a duffel bag, my lunch and a guitar in a soft case. I couldn't carry it all very well and couldn't seem to find anything I needed when I needed it.

I went to put my stuff in my locker and realized that the arcade game near me just spit out an Australian $1 coin. Or a British pound coin, I wasn't sure which. I realized that the machine continually spit out Aussie/British money and started collecting it. I got a stack going and thought I would give it to one of my Aussie friends. Some bully boys came over and told me to give them the money. I explained that a)I had found it so it was mine, and b)it wasn't even domestic money so it would be useless to them. They said they'd change it at the bank. Stupid, smart bullies. I still told them to go away.

They did but shortly after they came back and took a big pile if the money and I didn't do anything about it.

The girl showing me around told me where my classes were and that we all eat lunch between fourth and fifth periods. I asked her incredulously if we don't get a break for lunch and she said no, we just eat between classes. I was pretty stressed about that.

The next day I didn't get a ride in time from Kane's mom and I was late. And I had forgotten my guitar also, though I wasn't sure why we were supposed to have instruments in the first place. Some mean girls tried to play a trick on me and lead me down the wrong corridor since I didn't know where I was going and I was just following them. I figured it out and went back the right way but was sad they were being mean to me for no reason.

Dreadlocks

I was getting ready for something like prom and doing my hair. I wasn't really me though because I had curly hair and I looked different. I had done my hair so that it was in loose curls and looked great, but for some reason I felt that I had to keep fussing with it to make it better.

I was in a large living room in a dress looking in a mirror. I scrunched up my curls even more so that my hair appeared to be shoulder length even though it was quite a bit longer if I straightened it out. Now it was too curly and looked a bit crazed, so I took some hairspray to it.

This weighed my hair down. Way down. It was suddenly down to my waist and sopping wet. It was clumping together and turning into dreads. I actually thought to myself in the dream, "I wish there was an undo button".

I started to brush the dreads out and decided I had to start all over and wash my hair out. I was happy that the dreads were coming out well with brushing at least.

A Horse in the Garage

No, this is not a euphemism.

It was the night that we were supposed to pick up Marc and Alana from the airport (tomorrow night). It was evening and we were getting ready to go pick them up. My mom was going to leave for a bike ride (at night, on a Sunday for some reason) and asked me to load her bike up for her.

When I went into the garage (no doubt expecting a car with a bike rack on it), there was instead a horse. It was smaller and light brown and it had a dark blue recycle bin garbage can harnessed behind it like a carriage.

My mom had a variety of bikes in the garage, one of which had black with hot-pink polka dots on all the metal parts (which was kinda awesome). It also had two front road bike wheels (the skinny tires), like those motorcycles with double front wheels. I picked up the polka dot bike and put it in the recycle bin behind the horse.

Clearly the horse did not like this. He moved and the recycle bin dangled behind him at an odd angle. Afraid the bike might fall out, I wanted to tie the bin to the horse better. I approached him and he kicked at me. I don't like horses and this is why*.

I grabbed at his reigns to bring him (face first) near to me but he walked, indignantly, into the far corner. I went for him again, but he stomped and kicked at me again. I was sort of afraid but knew I had to be tough with him.

I grabbed at his reigns again. This time he brought his head over to me and I leaned down for some reason. He opened his mouth and bit my head. Bit my head! Dang horse!

The cat jumped on me and woke me up at that point. Thank you, kitty.

*It should be noted that I like horses as a species and I'm glad they're around. I just don't like interacting with them or riding them at all.

Wedding Ring

Kane gave me this huge engagement ring in my dream. It was gold and had a giant thick band with red stripes on it and an enormous diamond in the middle. I was horrified. I've told him a hundred times that I like small rings without protruding gems. I never expected him to buy me such an important item without consulting me; it's not like him and it's not what I would want.

For some reason it wasn't like normal where I can tell Kane anything (even if I don't like his gift) and I had to pretend like I liked the ring. I was debating telling him that I wanted to go see if we could exchange it for something else, but it was totally going to offend him. I was not looking forward to having to wear this gaudy ring every day.

Adele's Baby!

This dream originally took place in Venice. I was there with my dad and some other people but it didn't look anything like Venice. It was more like Pearl Harbor and there was a ride where you would go down with a sinking ship (my dreams aren't necessarily politically correct...). We didn't ride the ride because our tour was leaving. I couldn't figure out why this place looked so different than the Venice I'd been to two other times. I also saw Tiffany and Jane walking around and was glad to see Jane enjoying a vacation in Europe.

Then the day transformed into Adele's wedding. My mom and David told me to go get a table just as the food came out and everyone lined up at the buffet. I was supposed to get a table that was secluded yet near our family. This was difficult to find. I roamed around the huge outdoor wedding space looking for the right table. There were massive groups of tables everywhere with various groups of my friends and family at them. Carissa was at one table, my aunt and Tiff at another.

I saw some tables far away and went to go investigate. I walked down an enclosed corridor and found a bathroom at the end. Inside was Adele and Monique and one other girl. Adele had just had her baby but wouldn't tell us his name yet. I thought maybe she wanted to announce it later at the wedding so she wasn't saying it yet. I never found those far away tables.

When I woke up today I checked Facebook; Adele had had her baby. And they weren't telling the name just yet because they hadn't quite decided on one. Later today, we found out his name is Becket Anthony. :)

Shotguns in the Court

Some "bad" neighbors from down the street came up to our house for some reason. An older woman came up the driveway and walked into the garage talking to me. As she came up to us, she took some of our coconuts we had laying around (yeah, coconuts) and started to crack it in half. I thought it was extremely rude to just take our coconuts and not ask, so I made a snarky comment to the lady.

She did not take kindly to my sarcasm (though it was deserved, hello!) and went back to her house. A few minutes later she came back with a shotgun.

She pointed it at me and said some dumb thing like in a movie (Pick one: "Say you're sorry", "I do what I want around here", "I don't have to take your crap", "Payback time") and started shooting at me. I new that shotguns weren't accurate from a distance (thank you Rainbow Six), so I ran down Spencer Lane trying to get as much distance between me and her as possible.

I hid behind cars; she fired multiple times seeming not to hit me. Some people were gathering, no one seemed to be calling the police. I think I may have gotten this dream confused with the last one because I wasn't sure if I was supposed to die in this one. My brain went elsewhere before it was concluded.

The Ghost of Me

Very often my dreams play out in movie-style sequences. Last night I dreamed that I was a ghost in a hotel room and then the story of how I died replayed.

I was in a large, older model Bronco with many other people. We were 4-wheeling or having some other shenanigans when something went wrong, the driver slammed on the breaks, and my leg was impaled on a plastic cup.

The cup was like one of those red ones at parties, but it was clear plastic, and it was lodged about 1/2" deep all the way around the rim into my top left thigh. Holy crap, I thought. I believe some others were injured in the crash as well so I thought I should leave the cup in to hold in any bleeding (high school first aid class coming in handy in dream world!) and tend to the other people first.

Whoever our friends were, however, were not taking us to the hospital. Was this how I became a ghost, because I didn't get medical attention in time? Just then one of the stupid kids in the front seat saw the cup in my leg and reached back to yank it out. Thanks dude.

Now I was bleeding profusely unless I held the two parallel wounds together with my hands. I could no longer tend to the other injured people. We were still not at the hospital.

Later I finally did somehow arrive at the hospital where I realized that my left tibia was also broken. My leg looked bad, the bottom half of my leg sagged and a huge bulge stuck out of my shin where the bone was broken. The gashes in my upper leg were difficult to hold together. I needed surgery quickly.

The nurses and doctors were incompetent. No one seemed to know what to do and one nurse was prodding at my broken bone asking it if hurt. Yes, lady, it hurts. I didn't end up seeing how I actually died, but it seemed that the surgeons or whoever didn't act quickly enough and I died at the hospital from my seemingly-non-lethal wounds.

Then I was a ghost.

My Baby

This dream started at the end of my pregnancy; I was about to have a baby. My stomach wasn't big at all and I was not prepared for this occurrence. I went through labor at the hospital and had my baby in three hours; I remembered none of it.

But I looked exactly like I do now right after having the baby. At least something went well.

I took my baby home. It had dark brown hair down to her shoulders and all her front teeth were in. She could talk in gibberish. She was, in essence, my niece. But she was mine. I wondered why she had such dark hair; Kane and I would surely have had a blond baby, right?

I didn't have a name for her. What should I name her? It was all so sudden. I like the name Taylor. Oh wait, I can't name her Taylor, that is my niece's name. I like the name Sophia. Sean's baby is named Sophia, that is so uncool to copycat. I'd have to think about it.

I got home and had nothing ready for a baby. Where was I supposed to put her when she was tired? I mounded some blankets on the floor but then thought better of it (she could just roll right off!) and held her again. What did I feed her and when? I did not seem to have any breast milk (I checked), what was going on?

Jenny had put the doors to my closet back on to replace the curtain I had because she knew that would keep the baby out of there for me. Jane had bought formula and put it in the refrigerator. Mom had replaced the giant TV stand and CRT TV with a flat screen so I'd have more room in the bedroom. Kane was around but for some reason I was the only one taking care of this baby. I didn't want a baby right now, would I have to quit my job? Could we afford all the stuff she needed? It was a terrible thing to have sprung on you.

I woke up completely drenched in sweat and sighed a HUGE sigh of relief that it wasn't true. No babies for me yet...and I'd at least like nine months to contemplate stuff when it happens, thank you very much.