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.
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Friday, September 24, 2010
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. :)
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. :)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Snow Games
These were no ordinary games but instead were an intense competition. There were two teams of people competing against each other in an elaborate competition, sort of like a triathlon, but all weird events instead of swimming, biking, or running (thank goodness, then I had a chance).
Each group had about 20 people, none of whom I knew. I also did not know where we were or why I was in this competition, but it did not matter. We all started out in a gym together; we had eleven days to train for the competition. I was going to start on the treadmill and then do kicking and punching drills (oh yeah, it was that kind of competition), but the trainer recommended otherwise, though I don't remember what he said.
The first event was a doubles team test where you have to steal a certain item from a house without being attacked by the dog or prompting the residents, or any nearby residents, to call the cops. My partner and I had to steal a yellow gardening glove from this woman's garage.
The only problem was the dog. It was a doberman but it was about the size of a lifeboat. It had a normal head and legs but a huuugely fat and ridiculous looking body. In reality, it would not have been able to walk. It was undecided about whether to bite us or sniff us; I as encouraging sniffing. We ended up arousing suspicion among two of the neighbors (as we ran from the dog), but they did not call the police. The woman who lived in the house was fast asleep (we could hear her loud snoring), and we won the dog over enough to escape without being detected. Challenge one: check!
The next challenge was more difficult. We (same two partners in the competition) had to chase down and tag two men in the snow. It was sort of like hide and seek except that the people we were chasing were like native snow people and could maneuver and hide in the snow like nobody's business. So they set off and a few minutes later we were allowed to go chase them.
By some fluke I found the first guy before he could hide somewhere. He was sliding down this little hill with this crazy scythe-like instrument that he used to dive into the snow. I caught him off guard and tagged him and took his little scythe to help me in the snow. Yeay!
The second guy was going to be more difficult to find because there were three guys that looked very similar and I couldn't remember which we had to find, and because we totally didn't see which way he went down the hill and there were many forks in the snowy hill road. After finding that we were after #19 (or was it #17?) I chose one way to go and ended up in some sort of facility at the bottom of the hill. There was a cafe, but behind that was some sort of manufacturing facility where people from the competition were working for some reason.
I waited in hiding while spying on the people to see if our guy was there. I saw him working, but he saw me also and hid in some locked room where no one would let me in. I waited a really long time for him and he finally came out and I ambushed him and tagged him. We had won! I'm not sure if we won the whole competition because I think other people had finished faster than we did, but we still had accomplished our tasks.
For some reason my Dad was suddenly there with me and helped lift me out of the manufacturing facility because there were no stairs and I was exhausted.
Each group had about 20 people, none of whom I knew. I also did not know where we were or why I was in this competition, but it did not matter. We all started out in a gym together; we had eleven days to train for the competition. I was going to start on the treadmill and then do kicking and punching drills (oh yeah, it was that kind of competition), but the trainer recommended otherwise, though I don't remember what he said.
The first event was a doubles team test where you have to steal a certain item from a house without being attacked by the dog or prompting the residents, or any nearby residents, to call the cops. My partner and I had to steal a yellow gardening glove from this woman's garage.
The only problem was the dog. It was a doberman but it was about the size of a lifeboat. It had a normal head and legs but a huuugely fat and ridiculous looking body. In reality, it would not have been able to walk. It was undecided about whether to bite us or sniff us; I as encouraging sniffing. We ended up arousing suspicion among two of the neighbors (as we ran from the dog), but they did not call the police. The woman who lived in the house was fast asleep (we could hear her loud snoring), and we won the dog over enough to escape without being detected. Challenge one: check!
The next challenge was more difficult. We (same two partners in the competition) had to chase down and tag two men in the snow. It was sort of like hide and seek except that the people we were chasing were like native snow people and could maneuver and hide in the snow like nobody's business. So they set off and a few minutes later we were allowed to go chase them.
By some fluke I found the first guy before he could hide somewhere. He was sliding down this little hill with this crazy scythe-like instrument that he used to dive into the snow. I caught him off guard and tagged him and took his little scythe to help me in the snow. Yeay!
The second guy was going to be more difficult to find because there were three guys that looked very similar and I couldn't remember which we had to find, and because we totally didn't see which way he went down the hill and there were many forks in the snowy hill road. After finding that we were after #19 (or was it #17?) I chose one way to go and ended up in some sort of facility at the bottom of the hill. There was a cafe, but behind that was some sort of manufacturing facility where people from the competition were working for some reason.
I waited in hiding while spying on the people to see if our guy was there. I saw him working, but he saw me also and hid in some locked room where no one would let me in. I waited a really long time for him and he finally came out and I ambushed him and tagged him. We had won! I'm not sure if we won the whole competition because I think other people had finished faster than we did, but we still had accomplished our tasks.
For some reason my Dad was suddenly there with me and helped lift me out of the manufacturing facility because there were no stairs and I was exhausted.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Star Trek Convention & The Wrong Shower
I was at a sleepover at John Paul's house down the street, all ready to go to the Star Trek Convention the following day. There were about half a dozen other girls at the sleepover, I have no idea where John Paul or any other of the folks who actually lived there were.
Also at the party were two kids who used to live across the street: Kevin and Chris W. In real life, they'd now be the same ages as my sister and me, but in the dream Chris was only 6. I asked Kevin how it was that I remember Chris being older than that, but he wasn't sure.
When a peppy little blond girl knocked on the door to see if we were all ready in the morning, waking most of us up, I realized we were late to the convention. I told the girl to go on without us; we'd meet her there after we all got ready.
I jumped up to take a really quick shower and ran to the master bedroom to snag one before they were all taken. For some reason I didn't want to use the main master bedroom shower and instead was happy to find another shower behind a random door in the master bedroom. The space this "extra" bathroom was in was huge, and seemed to connect to a whole other apartment.
I started up the shower and hopped in just as a man walked in: apparently it was a whole other apartment attached to the main house and I was in his shower. Awkward. I showered as fast as I could, somehow knocking the shower curtain into the tub in the process. I then jumped out (wrapping myself in my own towel, I had imposed quite enough on these strangers) and re-assembled the shower with many apologies to the tenants.
Just as I finished fixing up the shower, it turned into a bed that I was making (and I was suddenly dressed), and the man's mom came in thinking I was the maid getting the room ready for her. So I played along, starting to fake a Mexican accent, but realizing that my blond hair would probably give me away, so I switched to a sort of unidentified Nordic accent. Because apparently maids cannot be native of the country they are in (and incidentally, these people were Australian).
After that fiasco, I later found myself at the Star Trek Convention with my Dad. Who knows what happened to those other girls at the sleep over, they looked way too cool to appear at a ST Convention anyway. We walked through the area with all the booths selling goods, then found the auditoriums where the speakers are. I realized too late that we had gotten there in the middle of the day and we probably missed one of the key speakers (William Shatner and Patrick Stewart are there this year; we're going in real life at the end of the month).
My friend from Cal Poly, Andrew Z., was waiting for me outside the auditorium for some reason, so I met up with him and we tried to figure out what we had missed. Apparently Patrick Stewart was on right then, but I knew that there would be no good seats left, and we had missed William Shatner earlier in the day. Dang!
Also at the party were two kids who used to live across the street: Kevin and Chris W. In real life, they'd now be the same ages as my sister and me, but in the dream Chris was only 6. I asked Kevin how it was that I remember Chris being older than that, but he wasn't sure.
When a peppy little blond girl knocked on the door to see if we were all ready in the morning, waking most of us up, I realized we were late to the convention. I told the girl to go on without us; we'd meet her there after we all got ready.
I jumped up to take a really quick shower and ran to the master bedroom to snag one before they were all taken. For some reason I didn't want to use the main master bedroom shower and instead was happy to find another shower behind a random door in the master bedroom. The space this "extra" bathroom was in was huge, and seemed to connect to a whole other apartment.
I started up the shower and hopped in just as a man walked in: apparently it was a whole other apartment attached to the main house and I was in his shower. Awkward. I showered as fast as I could, somehow knocking the shower curtain into the tub in the process. I then jumped out (wrapping myself in my own towel, I had imposed quite enough on these strangers) and re-assembled the shower with many apologies to the tenants.
Just as I finished fixing up the shower, it turned into a bed that I was making (and I was suddenly dressed), and the man's mom came in thinking I was the maid getting the room ready for her. So I played along, starting to fake a Mexican accent, but realizing that my blond hair would probably give me away, so I switched to a sort of unidentified Nordic accent. Because apparently maids cannot be native of the country they are in (and incidentally, these people were Australian).
After that fiasco, I later found myself at the Star Trek Convention with my Dad. Who knows what happened to those other girls at the sleep over, they looked way too cool to appear at a ST Convention anyway. We walked through the area with all the booths selling goods, then found the auditoriums where the speakers are. I realized too late that we had gotten there in the middle of the day and we probably missed one of the key speakers (William Shatner and Patrick Stewart are there this year; we're going in real life at the end of the month).
My friend from Cal Poly, Andrew Z., was waiting for me outside the auditorium for some reason, so I met up with him and we tried to figure out what we had missed. Apparently Patrick Stewart was on right then, but I knew that there would be no good seats left, and we had missed William Shatner earlier in the day. Dang!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Digging Up the Bowling Alley
Time travel, action, adventure, nail polish – this dream has it all! Kane and I had traveled back in time about three days (lame, I know) to the beginning of an endeavor my family was taking on to find the hidden passages under Holiday Bowl.
This was some sort of treasure hunt with an unknown prize waiting for us when the right area of the intricate catacombs was found, all Indiana Jones style. And there was action too – some sort of time limit was imposed upon us, some impending doom, some threat to be neutralized with these activities. We were archaeologists digging up the tunnels of the past while being spurred on by the vague yet imminent threats of the present!
The men-folk of my family were alternately digging/exploring the passageways and discussing/planning strategies for where to dig next. The Bowling Alley was not actually the facility in Hayward that we all know and love, but rather some other building, most of which I didn't get the chance to see in the dream.
My dad and uncle Jerry were standing outside the entrance to the underground excavations; they had taken a right turn once they had breached the surface and Kane and I were frustrated because we knew that the good stuff was to the left (since we were from the not-so-distant future and all). But they had found hobos living in some of the underground tunnels and they had thought this meant they were going the right way. I love how dreams make sense.
I was doing a bit of waiting around with some of the women-folk inside the building during these extensive excavations. My mom, all of a sudden, decided to start doing my nails. I have only had my nails done twice (and it certainly wasn't by my mom), and I hated it. But she wasn't hurting me at all so I let her continue.
About halfway through the manicure, she let one of the previous secretaries from Thom Hume's office, Kellene, take over. Kellene did my nails the rest of the way putting acrylics on (though they weren't as bulky and awful as the ones I had gotten for senior prom) and painting them a tasteful clear color. She then tried to put awful sparkly jewel things on every nail (the kind you sometimes see people wear on their pinky or thumb nail, if you're keen on contemporary nail design) which I was not happy about. But she sort of whined until I let her, so I had a diamond-ish gem on my thumb, the number '7' on my first finger and a slew of sparkles on my pinkies. Way to muck it all up, Kellene.
So that was it, and despite being knowledgeable time travelers, we had an obligation to follow a sort of skewed version of the Prime Directive and couldn't help our fam find the treasure. So, treasure-less and tacky-nailed, I awoke to another day.
This was some sort of treasure hunt with an unknown prize waiting for us when the right area of the intricate catacombs was found, all Indiana Jones style. And there was action too – some sort of time limit was imposed upon us, some impending doom, some threat to be neutralized with these activities. We were archaeologists digging up the tunnels of the past while being spurred on by the vague yet imminent threats of the present!
The men-folk of my family were alternately digging/exploring the passageways and discussing/planning strategies for where to dig next. The Bowling Alley was not actually the facility in Hayward that we all know and love, but rather some other building, most of which I didn't get the chance to see in the dream.
My dad and uncle Jerry were standing outside the entrance to the underground excavations; they had taken a right turn once they had breached the surface and Kane and I were frustrated because we knew that the good stuff was to the left (since we were from the not-so-distant future and all). But they had found hobos living in some of the underground tunnels and they had thought this meant they were going the right way. I love how dreams make sense.
I was doing a bit of waiting around with some of the women-folk inside the building during these extensive excavations. My mom, all of a sudden, decided to start doing my nails. I have only had my nails done twice (and it certainly wasn't by my mom), and I hated it. But she wasn't hurting me at all so I let her continue.
About halfway through the manicure, she let one of the previous secretaries from Thom Hume's office, Kellene, take over. Kellene did my nails the rest of the way putting acrylics on (though they weren't as bulky and awful as the ones I had gotten for senior prom) and painting them a tasteful clear color. She then tried to put awful sparkly jewel things on every nail (the kind you sometimes see people wear on their pinky or thumb nail, if you're keen on contemporary nail design) which I was not happy about. But she sort of whined until I let her, so I had a diamond-ish gem on my thumb, the number '7' on my first finger and a slew of sparkles on my pinkies. Way to muck it all up, Kellene.
So that was it, and despite being knowledgeable time travelers, we had an obligation to follow a sort of skewed version of the Prime Directive and couldn't help our fam find the treasure. So, treasure-less and tacky-nailed, I awoke to another day.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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?
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?
Friday, April 24, 2009
Haircut Nightmare
Dreamed: Friday Night April 24
I'm getting a haircut soon, in real life, so this was an obvious reflection of my feelings toward this event.
I went to get a haircut somewhere and they shaved the front half of my head and left the back long. Not like a mullet, like a freak haircut you've never seen before because it's too ugly to exist in reality. Wait a minute - god damn it - I love the internet, here is the haircut I'm talking about. But imagine it's me and the back part is my super long blond hair. I wasn't all that upset really, but I did need the rest of the hair cut because bald me is better than that, let's face it. So I'm walking around this town with whoever happened to be with me trying to find a hair cutting place that's open.
It was approaching dusk so places were all closed or closing. I found one place that was just closing and the effeminate receptionist man (I even stereotype in my dreams, imagine that) informed me that the owner/main stylist could cut my hair. I thought this would probably be expensive, but didn't ask about it. He came out of the back and started to cut without even asking me what I wanted. He was also rather flamboyant.
When he was done, I had my front hair back, somehow (Brittany Spears' stylist?) but he had given me this goofy shoulder length bob cut that made me look like a 1950's mom. I was displeased with this for some reason and left.
This was actually part of a much larger dream where I had to get to some high school dance that night but didn't have a dress to wear or (obviously) an appropriate haircut. It was a bit stressful and I ended up at some antisocial guy's house party where my dad was going on and on about how he can fit into size 30 jeans now. I watched him parade around in his tiny jeans and wondered how that was possible since I don't even think I wear that small.
I'm getting a haircut soon, in real life, so this was an obvious reflection of my feelings toward this event.
I went to get a haircut somewhere and they shaved the front half of my head and left the back long. Not like a mullet, like a freak haircut you've never seen before because it's too ugly to exist in reality. Wait a minute - god damn it - I love the internet, here is the haircut I'm talking about. But imagine it's me and the back part is my super long blond hair. I wasn't all that upset really, but I did need the rest of the hair cut because bald me is better than that, let's face it. So I'm walking around this town with whoever happened to be with me trying to find a hair cutting place that's open.
It was approaching dusk so places were all closed or closing. I found one place that was just closing and the effeminate receptionist man (I even stereotype in my dreams, imagine that) informed me that the owner/main stylist could cut my hair. I thought this would probably be expensive, but didn't ask about it. He came out of the back and started to cut without even asking me what I wanted. He was also rather flamboyant.
When he was done, I had my front hair back, somehow (Brittany Spears' stylist?) but he had given me this goofy shoulder length bob cut that made me look like a 1950's mom. I was displeased with this for some reason and left.
This was actually part of a much larger dream where I had to get to some high school dance that night but didn't have a dress to wear or (obviously) an appropriate haircut. It was a bit stressful and I ended up at some antisocial guy's house party where my dad was going on and on about how he can fit into size 30 jeans now. I watched him parade around in his tiny jeans and wondered how that was possible since I don't even think I wear that small.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Axes to the Windows
Dreamed: Saturday Night April 18
This morning was one of many where I wake up rather pleasantly exhausted from a barrage of trying dreams. These dreams were the kind that fly through my brain back to back, one leading to the next often connected only by a very thin thread. The most memorable dream is as follows:
I was at my mom's house which was in the correct geographical spot, but had a different floor plan than my mom's real house. There was an expansive porch to the front of the house, about where the garage is, and the whole front of the house was glass windows. It was quite nice. Anyway, Melissa and her family lived across the street where Patrick's mom lives. Melissa's brother Seth was over and he wanted to make out with me. I said that I couldn't because I had a boyfriend and he got all mad and left.
He returned after a while with Melissa, both wielding rad battle axes (kinda like this). They were mad and I walked out onto the porch to talk to them. They were going to bash my mom's windows with their axes. I asked Melissa not to but she said something like, "I'm feeling crazy right now!". I was significantly bigger than she was in the dream, so I decided to try to take the ax from her. I grabbed and tugged, but couldn't pry it from her. So, I did what any reasonable dream person would do: I gave up and went back in the house.
They started bashing the windows. But the axes would stick in the glass like it was wood rather than just shatter the glass. They swung their axes over and over. My parents were there, and I said something like, "It's ok, they're just mad, they'll stop soon". I should have realized it was a dream when my dad accepted this as a valid answer and did not rush off to conjure a weapon. We watched them for a few minutes and I was thinking that the damages would be expensive to fix. They were not stopping and now more of their friends had arrived and there was a bit of a riot happening outside.
I decided to call the police. I called, but they were being idiots, as police typically are in my dreams. They couldn't trace the call so they couldn't find the address - even though I was offering to just tell them. They finally said someone would be on the way.
This dream then started bleeding into other strange scenarios including a dock and kittens and a puppy, and eventually a short feature film with submarine-capable, child-drowning robot heroes-turned-villains, so I will stop here. The police eventually did show up, but it was way too late and I was pissed that they didn't show up more quickly because they could have saved me a lot of repairs to the house.
This morning was one of many where I wake up rather pleasantly exhausted from a barrage of trying dreams. These dreams were the kind that fly through my brain back to back, one leading to the next often connected only by a very thin thread. The most memorable dream is as follows:
I was at my mom's house which was in the correct geographical spot, but had a different floor plan than my mom's real house. There was an expansive porch to the front of the house, about where the garage is, and the whole front of the house was glass windows. It was quite nice. Anyway, Melissa and her family lived across the street where Patrick's mom lives. Melissa's brother Seth was over and he wanted to make out with me. I said that I couldn't because I had a boyfriend and he got all mad and left.
He returned after a while with Melissa, both wielding rad battle axes (kinda like this). They were mad and I walked out onto the porch to talk to them. They were going to bash my mom's windows with their axes. I asked Melissa not to but she said something like, "I'm feeling crazy right now!". I was significantly bigger than she was in the dream, so I decided to try to take the ax from her. I grabbed and tugged, but couldn't pry it from her. So, I did what any reasonable dream person would do: I gave up and went back in the house.
They started bashing the windows. But the axes would stick in the glass like it was wood rather than just shatter the glass. They swung their axes over and over. My parents were there, and I said something like, "It's ok, they're just mad, they'll stop soon". I should have realized it was a dream when my dad accepted this as a valid answer and did not rush off to conjure a weapon. We watched them for a few minutes and I was thinking that the damages would be expensive to fix. They were not stopping and now more of their friends had arrived and there was a bit of a riot happening outside.
I decided to call the police. I called, but they were being idiots, as police typically are in my dreams. They couldn't trace the call so they couldn't find the address - even though I was offering to just tell them. They finally said someone would be on the way.
This dream then started bleeding into other strange scenarios including a dock and kittens and a puppy, and eventually a short feature film with submarine-capable, child-drowning robot heroes-turned-villains, so I will stop here. The police eventually did show up, but it was way too late and I was pissed that they didn't show up more quickly because they could have saved me a lot of repairs to the house.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Left out of Laser Tag
Dreamed: Saturday Night February 14
To explain, I worked at a laser tag place in Hayward, CA for two years when I was a teenager. I had some of the best times of my life there with the other employees, customers, and playing laser tag. I have dreams about laser tag, whether at the place I worked or some strange similar place, and the people I knew from there probably once a week on average. It haunts my subconscious fervently.
We were having a Planet Lazer (PL) reunion at a laser tag place that I've never been to (in real life or the dream). We had rented the typical party room with neon-paint-splattered walls and blacklights mounted on the ceiling. There were a couple of long banquet tables in the room that we all gathered around in chairs. People were showing up one at a time, but I started to realize that I didn't really recognize many of the people.
There were some of the main crew, but I only really remember seeing Melissa, Rick, and Yolanda. The other people were either people who only came to PL a couple times, or were just friends of other people who I did not know. For some reason most of the people there were extremely overweight. Not just chubby regular people, but extremely obese. I was wondering why everyone's friends were all so fat.
We were chatting around the table and munching pizza when we decided to play a game of laser tag. Everyone was signing up and paying at the front counter but I was hanging back in the party room until the crowd cleared. I was also chatting with Yolanda, who I haven't seen in probably close to ten years; I don't remember what we were saying. She smiled a lot. She's always been very pretty and still was.
I got up to go sign up for the laser game, but noticed that everyone had already gone in and was playing without me! I was sort of upset since I don't really get to play too often, especially not with my old laser friends. So I went back to Yolanda and waited for everyone to come out.
When they did, my dad was one of the folks to exit. I was like, "Dad?". Not only did I not see him before, but I'm not sure why he would be playing laser tag with my friends and not me. He was my dad from when I was a kid: probably in his thirties and thinner than I can remember him ever being. He was wiping sweat off of his face with a towel since he had ran around a lot in the game. He wore a horizontal stripped collared shirt and a baseball cap that were in sort of 1980's style.
To explain, I worked at a laser tag place in Hayward, CA for two years when I was a teenager. I had some of the best times of my life there with the other employees, customers, and playing laser tag. I have dreams about laser tag, whether at the place I worked or some strange similar place, and the people I knew from there probably once a week on average. It haunts my subconscious fervently.
We were having a Planet Lazer (PL) reunion at a laser tag place that I've never been to (in real life or the dream). We had rented the typical party room with neon-paint-splattered walls and blacklights mounted on the ceiling. There were a couple of long banquet tables in the room that we all gathered around in chairs. People were showing up one at a time, but I started to realize that I didn't really recognize many of the people.
There were some of the main crew, but I only really remember seeing Melissa, Rick, and Yolanda. The other people were either people who only came to PL a couple times, or were just friends of other people who I did not know. For some reason most of the people there were extremely overweight. Not just chubby regular people, but extremely obese. I was wondering why everyone's friends were all so fat.
We were chatting around the table and munching pizza when we decided to play a game of laser tag. Everyone was signing up and paying at the front counter but I was hanging back in the party room until the crowd cleared. I was also chatting with Yolanda, who I haven't seen in probably close to ten years; I don't remember what we were saying. She smiled a lot. She's always been very pretty and still was.
I got up to go sign up for the laser game, but noticed that everyone had already gone in and was playing without me! I was sort of upset since I don't really get to play too often, especially not with my old laser friends. So I went back to Yolanda and waited for everyone to come out.
When they did, my dad was one of the folks to exit. I was like, "Dad?". Not only did I not see him before, but I'm not sure why he would be playing laser tag with my friends and not me. He was my dad from when I was a kid: probably in his thirties and thinner than I can remember him ever being. He was wiping sweat off of his face with a towel since he had ran around a lot in the game. He wore a horizontal stripped collared shirt and a baseball cap that were in sort of 1980's style.
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