Stray Cat

I dreamed the entire plot to a movie last night. I think the title was "Stray Cat." Even more mind-blowing: It was a dream within a dream. I remembered the story perfectly in the dream. Now, not so much. I remember the basics and the ending.

The basic plot was that an evil rock band with make up (think a hair-metal version of Kiss) was tormenting me and chasing me through a college library. Former fans of the band with creepy, expressionless faces (or maybe masks) were watching me all the time. Later, it turns out they were helping me. They told me to listen to what they were singing in order to defeat them (it was a musical). I defeated four out of the five members in the staircase. Luckily, the fifth member was going on stage... and lip-synching. He was defeated by constantly changing records.

Penny Farthing

This dream is from the weekend, so it's getting fuzzy. Anyway, the main part that I remember is that I was trying to ride a penny farthing. I got on it ok and was riding it, but then I dismounted and couldn't figure out how to get back on. When I dismounted, I realized I wasn't wearing any pants. I was in my parents' neighborhood, and there was a kid in his front yard (this was a kid from my childhood who lived one street over) and he was trying to instruct me about how to get back on the penny farthing. I pretended I was listening to him, but I really distracted and embarrassed about not having pants. That's all I remember - I don't know if I was able to get back on the penny farthing.

How Is Babby Drowned

Here's one from my aforementioned brother Michael.


I dreamt I was in my house at the kitchen sink, giving a hamster a bath.  Unfortunately, I left it under the faucet too long and I drowned it, then it dissolved into nothingness.  I cried horribly (because I love rodents), but regained my composure, pulled a baby out of nowhere, and started washing it under the sink also.  I also drowned it by accident and it dissolved, and I kept bashing my head on the kitchen counter hysterically.  Suddenly, mom showed up and told me, “Maybe you should go to the bathroom, that’s a nice place to take a bath… or kill yourself.”  Then I just bolted for the bathroom, immediately shouted “BLOODY MARY” three times into the window, heard a really horrible sound, and that was it.  Kinda anticlimactic, perhaps.

Imaginary Criterion Edition

For some reason, I let Michael (my brother) take me on a drive. He winds up taking a wrong turn and driving into a river. By this, I mean driving on a river. I beg him to turn back, and he tries, but he just winds up skidding out of control. I see a huge ship, and before I know it, the car is both underwater and under the ship. I brace myself for death as the horrible sound of a ship eating a car surrounds us.

This turns out to be a dream within a dream. When I wake up from the secondary layer, I make a note to write a surf-rock song about my dream, making the horrible metal-crunching sounds with my mouth (I guess this is a reference to "Dead Man's Curve" by Jan and Dean).

(Don't remember what happens here.)

I wind up in a town that looks exactly like my hometown of Womelsdorf, but everything is wrong. There is a building that looks exactly like our local Christmas Barn (a seasonal store), but it's something else. For some reason, Mom takes me to two religious schools. One is having a terrible craft show. At another, a preacher is giving a lecture about security. I play around with a fountain pen. Just like in real life, I have no idea how to use it.

Everyone winds up in a creepy, mostly-abandoned mall. I remember two things about it. There was a labyrinthine Giant (grocery store) which was small but had five floors, but the floor was made mostly of shopping carts, and it was difficult to get in because a lot of climbing was involved, and you had to be let out by a guard who threw you into a giant shopping cart full of groceries. Also, at the very end, there was a VHS vending machine (similar to the Redbox DVD rental kiosks). The only tape I remember was of a comedian giving instructions on how to use computer graphics in video greeting cards (the entire instructions consisted of pointing a camera at a video game).

Then I'm in a library. I find a forgotten corner that has old VHS tapes in bags. One of them is called "SCREW THE LIFE OF PETER SELLERS." I recognize this as a typo; the real title is "Screw: The Life of Peter Sellers." (This film does not exist.) I immediately envision a possible Criterion Collection cover: a picture of a small Sellers dancing on top of a giant screw. Oh, also, you could print pictures from old filmstrips, but it cost $129.99 to do so, plus an extra $2.99 to log off.

The Terrarium

In my dream, I had just woken up and gotten out of bed. I walked over to my desk, and found it in disarray. I figured one of the cats had jumped on it and scattered stuff around. I began to sort through the papers and other objects, and I found a tiny transparent container (the size and shape of a tub of sour cream) with numerous fish swimming in it. On closer inspection, it also housed tiny plants and insects. It was a terrarium. I realized that it was a perfectly self-contained ecosystem; even though it was buried and forgotten under junk on my desk for who knows how long, everything inside it was still alive.

I turned around and was surprised to see more of the same fish on the floor. Instead of flopping about like fish out of water famously do, they were hovering millimeters above the floor, making swimming motions, but not moving forward. Occasionally the would fall over sideways (presumably from fatigue), hitting the floor, and then would resume their futile, mid-air swim.

Another from Plasket

(Plasket, apparently still lacking the internet, sent this to me via his phone to post for him) 

I was in high school yet again. I was carrying around a black bag which I suddenly lost. Luckily, I was in Japanese class, so the teacher sent out some ninjas to look for it. They returned with a number of black objects, none of which were bags. I was disappointed. To make matters worse, we were learning swordplay, and I was not doing well. Another student offered me a cookie, but she dropped it. This enraged me to the point that I took my sword and chopped up the table of a Japanese candy and video game vendor which had spontaneously appeared. I left, but I decided to go back to the stand, partly because I felt bad, but also because they might have the Romantic Mario Collection. (?) To my disappointment, the stand had disappeared. In any case, I was late for my gig as the new Big Bird. After shooting an episode of Sesame Street, I took my costume head off and took a bow.

I left before The Price Is Right started (they were shooting next door) to start my other new job as production assistant on The Today Show (also next door, but in the other direction). As I carried in some C-stands, I noticed one of the guests was a disgruntled Conan O'Brien. I was responsible for a commercial, but it didn't go on the air. I asked Hota Kotb for a Post-It, and she told me to take one. All of hers were used. I took one and began to write "watch transitions" on it. She told me not to use that one, instead giving me an elaborately-designed note that a fashion designer who called himself Queen Kelly had painted during a commercial break. Noticing one of her other notes, I asked her, "You interviewed Syl Johnson?" She said, "Yeah, you like him?" I replied, "I didn't see it. How did it go?" I immediately realized it was bad form to admit that I didn't watch the show I worked on, but I woke up at that point, so I didn't have to deal with it.

Two From Plasket

(Plasket emailed these to me to post for him)

I was taking a class in my dad's basement. In another dream, there was a class in my living room, so I knew it was normal for classes to be held in my house. I think it was a music class. The teacher said something about Lilian Gish, and I wound up having a long discussion with her about the movie Night of the Hunter and how Gish held the record for longest acting career. Then the basement floor started to come apart. Under the carpet, I saw a bunch of boxes of frozen fish and seafood. I started trying to get the other students OUT of the basement. At this point, a screen came up that said "The End" and explained that this had all been a cartoon. The last thing I saw before I woke up was an elaborate film leader at the end of the cartoon.

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I had a couple of dreams about family reunions. In one of them, I was riding a horse. Both of them involved love interests turning out to be family members. They were different sides of my family, though. The next one was bizarre. The premise was that my mom had left my dad and was getting married to one of his brothers. Dad was driving me to the ceremony, but for some reason, we were sidetracked at a New Jersey high school where Sparks may or may not have been playing. I was wondering if I would have to live in NJ after the wedding. We went out to an elaborate parking garage. He had a remote which paged an invisible robot who told us where our car was. The elevator system was based on puzzles I kept failing. Dad was getting upset because we were missing the wedding. Somehow I wound up at some sort of rock movie theater and/or art gallery. I saw some people from high school I was trying to avoid. Dad made a cup of coffee before he left, and there was a baby in it.

The Congo

I was in Africa. Apparently I was in The Congo, which looked like a wealthy suburb of a modern big city. I could see the Sphinx and the Great Pyramids off in the distance, and they looked very different from that angle -- apparently they are flat if you view them from the side. Suddenly, I looked in the sky and saw a small plane take a nosedive and crash in the distance. I started to run to the scene to try and help, but I didn't know which way to go until a woman came out of a nearby house and said they crashed in "the parking lot." So I started to go toward the parking lot, but ended up in a large building with many art studios. At this point, the plane crash was no longer a concern and I was wandering through the building looking at art. I saw a famous cartoonist hard at work. Eventually I found a locked-up, unused room. It was in disrepair, and housed a few chairs, a broken jukebox, and a bookshelf with some books and CDs on it. I found a book about R.E.M. called The Green Tour, which was about one specific concert on their 1989 tour.

summer job as cleaner for assassin

The back story of this dream is that my supervisor is an assassin, and I had been spending my summer on a crew with 2 other guys, cleaning up the scene after she has killed a target. Disposing of the body, properly dealing with blood-borne pathogen risks, you know, the usual. So none of my dream was directly about this, but I knew that's what I'd been doing in the recent past.

It's back-to-school time, and I'm about to get into my regular cleaning routine. I catch my supervisor in the hallway, and tell her I need my pay for my "summer work" still. She says, "oh yeah, yeah sure." After she still hasn't paid me a few days later, my parents come over to my work to demand my pay from her. They reluctantly tell me she has changed her mind, and feels I had been volunteering my time, in actuality. I take her to court.

"Court" is the school library, and she and I are there along with a couple of people to hear our complaints and resolve the conflict. She starts by saying again that I was a volunteer. I rebut with, "Well, if I knew I wasn't going to be getting paid, I would have just taken a summer job at Starbucks then! The point of doing all the dirty work was to get the money. Otherwise I would have been at Starbucks." I can feel that the room is swaying to my side, and I will probably be getting my money soon. The dream is coming to an end, but before it does, I think about how the cat is out of the bag with all these people in the library about the whole assassin business. I hope there aren't any repercussions from that.

by KT

Ted's Store

I took a walk to the new store Ted was opening. On the way there, I passed through every other business on the street -- they all had side doors that connected them to each other in a big chain. Some of the store owners gave me dirty looks, but I pressed onward.

Eventually I reached Ted's store. I had to go outside to get to it -- it was its own building, not connected to anything else. Ted was there, but he was busy running about, getting everything ready. The interior was pure white. The store was very sparse, with 3 or 4 display racks. The first display was a shelf of superhero comics. On the reverse side was a random assortment of items: one hardcover book, some melted candles, and a bunch of Barbie dolls with misshapen heads. On the other side of the room was a cooler with some beverages, and a table holding more random items (I seem to recall a faberge egg). There were some t-shirts behind the counter.

At this point, I had an idea to film someone walking out of the store, for a movie I was making. So I set up all this equipment on a bridge that overlooked Ted's store. Then my dream shifted to the finished product of my efforts: a music video which featured Ted's store cracking down the middle and dissolving, leaving a dance floor with a bunch of animated dancing people going crazy.

Feather Recipe

In my dream, I was reading a lengthy article about how to cook bird feathers. Half of it was in comic form. It said they smelled like macaroni when you were making them.

Save the Whale

I'm out for a walk, and I end up on some sort of patio/deck that overlooks a beach. It appears to be one or two stories up. I look down at the water and see a large, dark fin sticking out, heading for the shore. The creature leaps onto the beach, and I see that it's an abnormally large orca, writhing about in pain. It has another whale or large fish embedded in its face, as if the two had collided at high speed. Down below, a concerned crowd gathers around it. The whale jumps back in the water, and begins to thrash about. I keep catching glimpses of its large jaws above the water. Suddenly it makes a great leap and lands right in front of me on the deck. Realizing that this is my chance to save it, I grab the tail of the smaller creature and pull, and it slides easily out of the whale's face. The whale bellows and dives back into the water, and I am left standing, taking in what just happened. I strike a "wow, look what I just did" pose, as the crowd rushes in to cheer me and smother me in hugs and high fives.

I see April, so I break away from the crowd and we walk to the other side of the deck. The water level is now even with the deck, and there's a a short ladder leading to a small inflatable boat. April and I get in the boat and head a short distance out on the water. Suddenly, the enormous whale reappears. It's still angry, and possibly permanently deranged by its previous head-trauma. Its jaws open nearby, creating a whirlpool. I shout "GO BACK!" and April and I row back to the ladder. When we're close, I jump off the boat onto the deck, grab April's arm, and whisk her off the boat. Just in time. The whale surfaces right below the boat, swallowing it whole.

snippets from last night

There's this song that they've been playing on WBER called "Ali in the Jungle," and there's this line that goes "it's the greatest coming since Lazarus." My mind took that bit of info, and in my dream, there was this non-fiction book about Lazarus coming back from the dead - like it actually happened, and this book was explaining it.
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Arthur and I were at his high school reunion, and there was this girl there who was saying that Arthur's eyes looked more normal now - like in high school they looked too close together or something (?) because of how he wore his hair.
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Sleep talking - this happened in real life. I was half asleep and asking Arthur to rub my back. He stopped, but I wanted him to keep going. I was mostly asleep and thinking/dreaming about Lady Gaga, so when I asked him to start again, I asked him to "rub my Lady Gaga."

The Superfluous Chaperon

For some reason, I was a chaperon on a class trip for some young kids. I was supposed to help everyone board a school bus in front of my house, but there were lots of other chaperons already helping, and I didn't have anything to do. I noticed that the other chaperons had official IDs hanging around their necks, while I did not. Feeling out of place, I decided that the others had it covered, so I slipped away and into my house.

Sculpture trouble

I was on the moon with a bunch of people. We were tourists. Apparently the moon had a breathable atmosphere and comfortable temperature, because there was no need to wear a spacesuit. We were gathered around a sculpture, carved out of moon rock, that the astronauts had made. There was a brick walkway around it, and a little informative plaque. The sculpture looked like two large, interlocking cubes, set in a base.

Some other people decided to try and lift the sculpture. I just stood and watched, thinking it was a bad idea. Two people -- a man and a woman -- managed to lift the sculpture out of its base and start walking across the moon with it. They were just having fun, but I was pretty nervous that they'd break it. Eventually, they decided to return it, and everyone gathered around to help maneuver it into the base.

At some point, the sculpture turned from giant stone cubes to a real live cat. We were trying to put the cat back in its base, but it kept moving. It was distressing because before we had taken the sculpture off the base, the cat had been frozen and stonelike. Now, we had "awoken" the stone cat and it was alive. Would it turn back into a sculpture when we put it correctly into place? Apparently not. The cat was real, and I realized that now we had to take it back to Earth with us. For one thing, it would be lonely and psychologically damaging for the cat be be stranded on the moon with no company. Also, I knew it would soon starve.

Apocalyptic Dragon Dream!

I'm with a group of people fleeing for our lives through what looks like a dark New England college campus. Looking up at the night sky, we see impossibly gigantic dragons entering the atmosphere like meteors, spreading their wings, and breathing fire over the surroundings. Luckily, they have not spotted us and are focused on destroying adjacent parts of the campus.

We enter an alley and see what appear to be some fellow survivors. But in the flickering streetlight, the people briefly appear to become shadowy dragon figures. At that point we realize that the dragons are taking human form and that we're not safe there.

We quietly back away from the dragon people and run until we reach a courtyard. Behaving like we're in some sort of video game, I realize that we have to solve some kind of puzzle in this area before we can proceed. The first step is to crawl underneath a wide concrete bench (open on two ends, forming a cramped tunnel), where we will be invisible to the dragons. Once underneath the bench, I see that the far end is blocked by some sort of laser force field. The point of the puzzle is that a second group of people has to go to the opposite side of the courtyard and shut the force field off. Unfortunately, we are unable to figure out the puzzle before the dragons catch us.

I'm hazy about the next part, but it turned out that there was a hot tub in the center of the courtyard and the dragon people were lounging in it while we were held nearby. I remember trying to make a run for it, but I was caught by one of the dragon people who made a display of the large set of teeth within his otherwise human face.

Later we were all being held in some sort of student lounge. There were probably twenty of us, including Amy and myself. Food was provided for us, and they allowed us to keep our phones and iPods, but we didn't have our chargers so we only had what battery life was left in them. Amy wanted to hold out for non-dairy food, but I told her that she would probably have to give up veganism now that we were prisoners.

Inappropriate attire, empty socket

The first part of my dream I remember from last night: I went to work dressed in my nightgown, with my hair looking all weird because I slept on it immediately after a shower. My sister was there, and I asked her to cover my shift so I could put on appropriate clothes. The second part of my dream I remember: My eye felt like there was something in it, and I thought it was my contact lens irritating it (even though I don't wear contacts in real life). I went to look in the mirror to get out the irritant, and realized that my entire eyeball was gone - I was left with a gaping, empty socket. Alarming!

Brad Pitt & a Shopping Cart Full of Books

I only have a brief snippet from last night's dream, although I think it was fairly involved. The only part I remember is pushing a big shopping cart of books around narrow streets - it seemed like I was in an old city, like Rome or London, but I think it was supposed to be a college town. I ran into Brad Pitt and another famous person (don't remember who), and I started talking to him like he was a regular dude. I felt proud of myself for not losing my cool around a famous person. Meanwhile, I'm still pushing this cart of books around - in the streets and in and out of shops. In one of the shops something goes wrong - I spill/break/steal something, and have to make a hasty exit. I think that Brad Pitt comes with me.

Snippets from last night's dream

- Some people including Dan and myself are preparing for a dangerous mission to Iraq. I'm not really clear on our plan or how we're going to get there. However, our first step is apparently to break into a recycling facility at night and then sneak our luggage and ourselves into a recycling truck, which will take us to someone's house (who can then assumedly smuggle us to Iraq).

We get as far as convincing the recycling truck driver to put our luggage in his truck (despite his confusion as to why we would want to recycle perfectly fine clothes). Then we're all waiting around in a park for some reason. I keep asking people when we're going to leave, but nobody gives me a straight answer. I keep thinking that I should call Amy before we leave, since the mission will be so dangerous.

- I'm driving through a suburban neighborhood, but everyone has parked their cars in the middle of the street, so I'm forced to drive over lawns to avoid hitting them. At some point I have to back up for some reason and I end up hitting a parked car behind me. The owner comes out of his house and insists that I tow his car to the nearest repair shop, while he rides with me.

- I'm in a mall with several friends from college, and we're trying to find the office of a nearby radio station. I try to locate it using the map on my iPhone, but the interface has become horribly complicated.

Ambiguous apples

April was going on a trip and needed apples. I happened to be in a store so I offered to buy some. The store was small and disorganized, but I found some apples... or did I? They were weird -- flattened and sorta halfway to being pears. I could not tell whether they were apples or pears.

Two more

Thank you very much to Dan "Dan" Dan for posting that one. As I consider my internet exile, here are two more, or possibly one and a half.

First: The setting of this one was very unclear. I was either at a concert, or a train, or a bus, or in the past. The train/bus portion had a thrift store. In the past portion, Bill Hicks was still alive. In the concert, I was walking on top of the audience's heads and shouting, "LCD Soundsystem sucks!" (Which is weird because in real life, I like LCD Soundsystem.) So I looked onstage and guess who was performing. (Hint: I already typed their name twice and I'm not doing it a third time.) I started to go backstage and the leader (who was not their actual leader, James Murphy) shouted at me not to. I saw why: the staircase was made entirely of buttons which would trigger the power switch of his drum machine.

But the point is that I came up with a TV show that shows how different musicians get to gigs, whether they take planes, deluxe buses, vans, or their own cars.

Second: I'm only counting this as a half because I'm not sure if I was actually dreaming or half-asleep. In any case, I envisioned a band arguing, and one of them shouted to the drummer: "At least ONE of us is trying to keep a good drummer attitude... the synthesizer!" I guess this was supposed to sound like they were threatening to replace him with a drum machine.

Unusual Ice Cream Store (by John Plasket)

(Plasket emailed this dream from his phone, asking me to post it since apparently he doesn't have internet at the moment)

I was at an ice cream shop that was giving away free cones. They had a bunch of unusual toppings. One of them was labelled "condoms." I took a closer look. Sure enough, the topping was just individually wrapped prophylactics. Apparently an acceptable form of propositioning someone was to give them an ice cream cone with a (wrapped) condom on top.

Debris river

I was swimming in a large, wide river that encircled Rochester. It may have been called the East River. The river seemed to be raised in relation to the city, so I could see a lot of the surrounding cityscape. Some parts of the river were chutes and water slides.

Up ahead, a saw a boat that was attached to a skyscraper via two cables. The building was on the land, but it was tilted, and the boat was trying to right it by tugging on the cables. Unfortunately, the building was leaning toward the water, so the boat would have had to have been on the other side to pull it in the right direction. Since the boat couldn't go to the other side, it just wiggled the building back and forth until finally it toppled.

The building's fall left a lot of debris in the water, but then more, unrelated debris started rising to the surface. The command module from one of the Apollo moon missions (see photo) popped up next to me. Then, a large, round black object surfaced. There was something sinister about it.

Short ones from 2001-2003

• Tom Waits was my history teacher, and he was disappointed in me.
• There was an abnormally large Sam Goody record store in the smallish town of Sinking Spring, PA.
• I was in Sinking Spring, and the aforementioned record store wasn't there. I specifically remembered from the other dream that it was supposed to be there.
• Joe Pantoliano (as he appeared in Memento) was trying to kill me.
• I was volunteering for something. Amy was also there. My supervisor was actor Jeffrey Jones.
• Everything in my house was completely different. The computer I had just gotten was woodpaneled. There was a DVD of "Square One Television." (When is this going to happen?)
• I was in a farmer's market attached to a supermarket. My boss when I worked at the dining commons was manager. Mike Skinner of the Streets was working at a Chinese restaurant.
• I was in a record store that vaguely resembled City Lights. They had a new Boots Randolph album. The guy representing former employee Ken said: "I knew a guy who had a Siamese twin... they shared a mood." (I took this to mean that their mood was the only thing that connected them.)
• (I didn't remember this one very well.) I had to perform tasks specified by the Joker, and if I didn't, I'd explode, or something would explode. The last one involved calling a newspaper, asking for a reporter, and possibly killing him.
• I was in front of a firing squad I couldn't see. I gave them a signal to open fire. One shot... miss. Two shots... miss. Three shots... apparently, that one hit me, because at that very instant, I woke up.

For some reason, I have absolutely no tagged entries for 2004. I'll eventually go back and double-check.

Probably my most-requested dream

Pasted directly from LiveJournal 6/7/03. All the dreams I typed before 2005 lacked capital letters, so bear with me.

so i was in some sort of place, a combination between an apartment and an old goodwill. i was trying to escape from the nazis, but i could only powerwalk. that's ok, because so could the guy who was chasing me, who looked like monty python-era john cleese. i had a mouthful of water, and an announcer mentioned that i was the water-spitting champion, so i spit it at him, but i completely missed. so i just powerwalked with all my might. suddenly narration said "but unfortunately, he was distracted by what may or may not be hamburgers." i looked, saw a vending machine that had vaguely hamburger-sounding ingredients, and i turned and walked past it.

(An alternate remembering of this dream involves "what may or may not be sandwiches.")

Demon Child

I'm watching a horror movie, but I'm also inside the movie as is usually the case in my dreams. I'm in a grocery store with a demon child that I'm responsible for watching. The demon child is a little boy with a round head, blond hair, and yellow eyes with tiny pupils. He's acting really obnoxious. Among other things he starts sliding down the aisles on his back, vomiting impossibly profusely to either side.

I am dreading a scene later in the morning where the demon child will sprout horns/spikes from his elbows and stab me. I keep hoping that I can stop the movie before that scene or skip over it. I recall that one of my friends watched this movie while wearing a white shirt, and ended up with vomit and blood stains all over it.

I do finally escape from the grocery store and proceed to have an unrelated, comparatively mundane dream where I'm buying a TV at an electronics store and arguing with the clerk about whether I get a certain video game free with my purchase.

New Years Movie Theater

Amy and I are in a large movie theater on New Years Eve with a large crowd. We are watching a Marilyn Manson music video in which Marilyn is doing some Michael Jackson schtick (such as wearing the orange jacket from the Thriller video). Amy won't look at the screen, though. She won't even look forward when an audience member starts dancing in the nude.

After the video ends, I say to the crowd, "Well, I've got the remote - what do you guys want to watch now?" Someone in the crowd mentions that we should probably watch the ball drop when the time comes. "Good point," I say. "What time is it now?" Someone produces a clock but it's already well past midnight.

Coming soon: The Plasket Archives

I used to keep a LiveJournal which I have since taken down, more or less. I posted a lot of memorable dreams in here, including a few fan favorites (and by fans, I mean pretty much just the other people who post here). I figured that it would be stupid for me not to post them in a new blog chronicling dreams.

So in a day or two, there is going to be a long string of posts by me. Just a warning.

Duel II: Truck Off

For some reason, I was in a neighbor's house hanging out with a female friend (we may or may not have been a team of teenage detectives). Suddenly, a giant truck drove right through the house, barely missing us. Then I wandered over to my house. Suddenly, I got a text message that said "Say Goodbye. 15 Seconds." The 15 started counting down. I opened the door and shouted, "MOM! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" Mom was confused, but she ran outside. Sure enough, the same truck drove through our house. It wrecked several other houses on my street before it was stopped.

Grandpa's art exhibit

My (recently deceased, in real life) grandfather is holding an exhibit of his art. His artwork thrills on many levels; it is smart, hip and humorous. His creativity and attention to detail are astounding. The crowd packed into the gallery is constantly erupting in delight as a new piece is revealed. One piece is a miniature tennis court made out of computer chips. One is a collage that incorporates multiple Guided By Voices references.

Hiding from the neighbors

I was locking my front door when I realize that one of my neighbors was coming my way. I wanted to avoid him because I had just heard him fighting with his girlfriend, and I thought it would be awkward. I didn't have time to unlock the door, however, so I squeezed into the space between the main door and the screen door, latching the screen door behind me and waiting until my neighbor passed. 

Note: this dream took place in a fictional apartment building with fictional neighbors.

Scream

Only remembering bits of this one this morning:

- I was watching/participating in the movie Scream (which I've never seen). In my dream version, all of the murders were happening because one of the teenagers bought and wore a vial of dark liquid on a necklace around his neck. Within the liquid was a Mexican jumping bean that turned out to contain an evil sentient insect. The insect was able to psychically manipulate a television in order to communicate. It was also mind-controlling people in order to commit the murders.

- There was a bazaar where the merchants were ostensibly selling wares made by a race of miniature creatures. However, all of the clothes being sold were normal size and looked Tibetan. I thought about buying a shirt and looked through what they had. I considered buying a polo shirt with long baggy striped sleeves and Kermit the Frog's head where the buttons would be (one of Kermit's eyes was a button).

Boxing with Muppets, fragile teeth

I am about to enter a boxing match with Dan. Instead of boxing gloves, we are wearing Muppets on our hands. Before I enter the ring, I have to go to the bathroom to fix my false teeth.

At the bathroom mirror, I am unable to get my false teeth to fit correctly over my real teeth. My real teeth have deteriorated into frail, translucent slivers - still the usual width, but wafer thin. Each has the appearance of an almost finished lollipop.

In attempting to re-insert my false teeth, I end up knocking all of my fragile real teeth out. They fall into my hands with the sound of tinkling glass and I panic!

Albino Moose

Also from FB:

Last night I had a dream about a tiny albino moose. It was scared.

House Cozy

Just found this on my FB page:

Dream last night: I crocheted a purple and white cover for an actual house. I thought it was really awesome, but I don't think anyone else in my dream did. :(

Had a dream where I was banging on a piano, and out came a nearly-flawless "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown." The spirit of Ray Charles approved.

Advocating Fewn

This morning the alarm sounded during after an awesome dream I was having about Fewn. Fortunately Dan was up and far more cohearant, so I asked him to write down the following quote:

"Fewn is a band that uses the internet as its medium. I don't think we've ever limited ourselves to song, speech, or even shouting random obscenities!"

This is something I was saying to Dan, Arthur, and Amy to get them hyped up. I THINK someone was going to give us a second chance at something, perhaps a business deal or something. I don't remember the details but thanks to Dan I DO remember that quote!

mundane movie and pizza saga

I was going to be visiting Bethany in Ithaca. I had seen her and her friend at a presentation a few days earlier, and she had invited me. I was pretty nervous about it - mainly, where would I sleep and should I bring my own food?

When I got to her house (a punk mansion), she wasn't there. I met a few of her house mates - they were all young college students who seemed interesting. I explored the house and realized it was right on Cayuga Lake and the waves were crashing into a cliff the house was up on. Bethany came home and we talked for a short while before I left to go to the movies by myself. It was a 72 minute film that was supposed to be worth every minute. Before leaving, I figured I better order a pizza so I'd have something to eat later. I called Pontillo's and then left for the movie. The theater was exactly like Webster Loews. After the movie, I looked up Pontillo's in the phone book in the lobby and then started driving. Ithaca had become a thriving metropolis within 72 minutes. I had no problem navigating though and wasn't even anxious at all.

Next thing I knew I was at my parent's house with mom and Caitlin. Mom had a brand new comics anthology, and as we flipped through, I saw that my mundane saga (see above) had been chosen and converted into a comic! I was very proud.

by KT

Disturbing demon dream

This dream is fading fast, so here's what I know:

I was heading to Europa, which is one of Jupiter's moons. There is a colony of people living there already, and it looks just like rural Mexico (in real life it is icy).

I go to see a doctor (for some reason) and he wants to do all these tests on me. His office looks like something maybe an Aztec peasant would live in, though the doctor and his equipment are modern. I'm dreading undergoing these tests, and as we're about start, a couple people walk into the office. It's a father with his young daughter. They've brought a fast food meal for the doctor, and they place it on the table and sit down with me. Now I feel really awkward because it seems that they're going to stay and watch as the doctor performs his tests.

So I get up to leave, and soon I'm flying around Europa, about to head back to REAL Mexico, on Earth.This is where things get weird.

I'm in a cave or underground cavern, and there's a demon there. I have to fight it. The demon is so bizarre. It's humanoid, but with smooth skin of a greenish-purplish hue, with a bronze dusting*. Its overall appearance is that of a baby, but its head is disproportionately small, and its limbs are as big as an adult's. It has no facial features except for little pseudo-eyes, which are squeezed shut. Seems to have been inspired by Pan's Labyrinth, photos of lampreys I saw in a National Geographic, and this episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I saw a part of..

So I'm "fighting" this demon, but actually I'm just cradling it in my arms as it lays limp. It does not appear threatening, but I KNOW that I have to act fast or ...something... will happen. I'm not scared, just in a rush. April comes in to help, and I tell her to go look for some bombs. Meanwhile, I grab our new Ginsu knife and cut its head off. It takes next to no effort, and there is no blood. Instead of bones it has hollow cardboard tubes inside it. I proceed to cut off the rest of its limbs, but the act of doing so is so disturbing that I vomit a brick of sand (???).

That's when I woke up, thoroughly disturbed.

*I realize now that the skin may have been inspired by a Chinese eggplant April and I put on a pizza. I was basically fighting an eggplant.

Airplane to the moon

I'm traveling with my dad by plane, but I don't remember our final destination. We land in an airport and have something like a 24 hour layover before we have to get on another plane. It just so happens that this airport is offering plane rides to the moon for $10. We figure that this would be a good way to pass the time until our next flight.

The airplane to the moon is a quadruple-decker. In other words, it looks like four planes stacked on top of each other, but only the bottom plane has wings.

We board the moon plane and take off. However, heavy rains and threats of terrorism force us to land in Michigan. Our pilot misses the runway and we land on the airport's lawn. They are testing a space shuttle at the Michigan airport for some reason, close to where we landed.

So now we're stranded in Michigan with no way to get back to our original airport. The officials offer us tickets to Florida arriving at 9:00 am the following morning, but Florida was no where near where we were trying to go.

Sometime later my brain decides that I was with my mom this whole time, and there's a scene of us arriving home to my parents' house and explaining all of this to my dad, who rolls his eyes at us.

And you thought the Edgeworth game was different...

(I sent this to Michael, my brother, on 1/10/08. I changed the text a little for clarity.)

I was playing a bizarre new "Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney" game. You were Phoenix. There were three different bizarre detectives, each responding to a different communicator. One of your items was some kind of laser sword. The boss was Dahlia, the evil ex-girlfriend from the third game (and not evil as in "oh, she's a bitch, she's evil," I mean she is actually demonic). Instead of fighting her with the sword, however, the end was a rhythm game. For the most part, you had to draw stuff on the wall with the laser sword in time to the music, including faces, letters, and kanji, and you had very little time to draw each one. The middle part, however, was pointing the sword at evil girls and shaking it at them, temporarily turning them into little bunnies, which somehow kept them from being evil, but then they would keep turning back. It was for the Nintendo DS, but it could also project onto the wall, and the stylus acted like a Wiimote.

Obviously, I sucked at it.

Common dream themes

TOPIC OF DISCUSSION! I am encouraging everyone to list some recurring themes they have noticed across many dreams. Here are some of mine:

--Being in a car with no one driving.
--My teeth falling out.
--Being able to get from place to place by floating. I tuck my legs backward, expecting to fall, but I just kinda float to my destination without having to put my legs down.
--Being inside a surreal, elaborately-designed movie theater.

Before I returned to finish college, the following two themes kept popping up:
--Going back to high school, noticeably older than everyone else, and feeling completely out of place.
--Going back to elementary school, because I felt that by leaving college, I had failed so badly that I had to do everything over again.

These are currently the only ones I can think of.

I have been keeping track of my dreams for a long time, and I will soon repost some of the older ones.

Phone Call From Eddie Vedder

I received an unexpected phone call from Eddie Vedder. We exchanged pleasantries, and then he launched into a long, rambling soliloquy, of which I couldn't understand a single word. When he finished, I didn't know how to respond so I said "Yeah..." and added a slight chuckle for good measure.

Runnin' Slidin' Zombie

I'm in a large crowd of people on a subway, and I'm wearing an elaborate zombie costume. Everyone else is wearing a costume, too -- it's a costume contest. We pour out of the subway car and flood the corridors of the station. We're supposedly parading our costumes so that we can be judged, but we're running way too fast and there's too many people for assessment to even be possible. We run up flights of stairs and escalators, down long hallways, and crowd into elevators. As I run, I occasionally try to do a stilted zombie gait, but I lose a lot of speed when I do that.

Eventually, the crowd peters out, and I end up running into an elevator with only one other person -- someone wearing a mean rhino mask with a mafia-esque suit and tie. I decide to pretend to be a real zombie, so I start attacking him clumsily, as a zombie would. He runs out of the elevator and down some stairs. I pursue him, and we come to another elevator. He enters, but blocks me from entering, and the doors close. I run down the stairs and meet him when he comes out, but he runs away and I do not pursue.

The chase has led me to the mall. It's large and fancy. My friend Mark shows up, and we start to run through the mall. I discover that if I give myself a burst of running speed, I can slide on my toes. Sort of like rollerblading. I repeatedly run and slide, and I build up a lot of speed that way. Soon I'm zooming through the mall, avoiding chairs, signs, and potted plants.

When I reach the end of the mall (a large plywood wall), I can't slow down and I slam into it at a high rate of speed. I'm okay, though. In a nearby store, there's a talk show taking place, and Lady Gaga is the guest. The host is wearing a "costume" (fake beard and sunglasses). Lady Gaga is taking about Shakespeare.

David Cross is bald

Got a Mr Show dvd. The cover was a giant picture of David Cross's head. Then, either in the dream or in my mind, I realized I already had better Mr Show dvds. I felt ripped off.

(Pasted directly from my cell phone, dated June 17, 2010)

Realistic Cartoons

Had a dream in which i was reading something comparing the Simpsons to Peanuts. In short, it said that a cartoon can only have realistic drawings or realistic subject matter, not both. So the Simpsons, with its four-fingered yellow people, was more realistic than Peanuts. Also, Peanuts was drawn more elaborately in my dream.

(Pasted directly from my cell phone, dated June 18, 2010)

Drugz

I got high by drinking a test tube of green, lime-flavored liquid.

The Man Whose Eyes Were Connected to His Brain

The man approached our table at the restaurant and did a little introductory jig -- "ta da!" He introduced himself as a man with an affliction known as Small File, or Brain Cabinet. In other words, his eyes were connected directly to his brain. This condition, he explained, was discovered when some scientists examined the brain of a pirate with "extremely leftist tendencies." Apparently, having this condition makes your eyes slightly evil. In fact, this man's left eye had murdered his right eye.

I'm pretty sure he was asking for money.

Hot Pink Whistle; Man Made of Burps

A couple nights ago I had a dream where I was in class, not sure if it was high school or college. There was going to be a talent show that day, which I was completely unprepared for. The teacher wanted me to go first, but I didn't know what to do - so she handed me a hot pink whistle and motioned for me to sit on a bar stool in the front of the room. The understanding was that I was supposed to play something on the whistle, even though it was like one of those gym whistles that only makes one noise. So I started trying to make a noise with it, but I couldn't get enough air going to make a substantial noise (I think I was nervous). I was trying to get some kind of rhythm going, but the air flow problem made that difficult. Eventually I started spinning around on the barstool - not just my body but the whole stool, even though it's not an easily spinnable object. This made me feel better - I felt that by spinning the barstool, I was exhibiting some real talent.

Then last night, Arthur and I made up this story (it was close to 3 am and we were both getting very sleepy):

Once, there was a man made out of burps. The End.

Hand Shoppin Moppin

I was in a mall, and I had an item to purchase but instead of walking normally through the store I noticed a lot of people crawling and pushing their items through the store. I joined in and walked through a few departments, occasionally looking to see if others were still pushing their items. "This is silly!" I thought right before I stood up to see a man (also standing) looking disgusted at me. I suppose it's OK to walk upright if you're just browsing but it is a huge faux pas to do so after you've plucked an item.

I walked a bit until I began to notice people organizing the mall, and suddenly I walked into a grand display living room. The design was rich and Victorian. The paintings dominated the walls they were on, and the people that were cleaning were donned in fur coats and fancy hats. I looked over at a woman who shrugged a reply "It's better than cleaning your own house." I could relate to that statement for some reason.

I looked over at a woman and two little girls. Suddenly the dream felt like I was watching a movie. I went from active participant to distant observer. There may have even been a hint of smooth narrator but that's neither here nor there. In any case, I learned that this woman was hiding out from the law, and living with here children in this huge living room in the mall. I watched them interact, and I noted that her "little girls" seemed more like heavily trained 30 something killers.

The dream is a became fuzzy at this point. All I can remember is the mother was protecting her children, and was gunned down by the law. At this point in the dream I became one of the little girls. The mall workers/law enforcers were dressed like nurses but their outfits felt more like one of the suits the bad guys wore at the end of E.T. They were bringing food to me and my little sister; however, they kept us locked up in the mall living room, presumably because we were so dangerous. I was devising an escape plan, and though thwarted many times we eventually escaped, though I can't remember how.

I was myself for the next part of my dream, and I was sitting on a building in Scranton City with Dan. We were watching this crazy woman talking about faith and doing crazy stunts. She claimed faith allowed her to jump with ease from a height that I wouldn't attempt to jump from. I remember thinking this woman was both annoying and mad (crazy). I don't quite remember but I'm pretty sure she had broke into song, and one of her stunts was suddenly taking place behind us. "FAITH!!! It's what allows me to climb the triangles!" she sang and/or shouted to the crowd. The triangles that she referred to were actually a long string of Christmas lights. Apparently we were suppose to be impressed that she was climbing the Christmas lights because if she slipped lights would break off and cause potential damage to her hands. "This is stupid" I thought to myself, though I do remember being impressed as she ascended the lights.

Suddenly I was in the Sears Tower (in Scranton) with this crazy woman who wanted me to run up all the stairs of this building.....ALL 15 (impressive lol). She felt more like a motivational speaker at this point, and less of a religious nut, so I began to run up all the stairs. I decided not to count for a while, so I would be pleasantly surprised at how many flights I'd passed. She seemed to float beside me, and we were talking the whole way. "You know Arthur did this too!" Amy and Arthur must have been lurking in the back outside because I accepted that they were there. "Oh yeah?" I asked "How long did it take him?" The woman replied "About 10 minutes." I remember being impressed with this, and I replied "Oh, so that's why Arthur's been running!" I kept running, and eventually passed the woman until I got to the 10th floor. Up until that point the stairs were solid, carpeted, and surrounded by walls. After the 10th floor you could see all the remaining flights, and they were open metal mesh. They were also in the glass dome at the top of the building, so I could see exactly how high I was.

Everything felt like it was moving at this point, and I told the woman I couldn't do it. I told her I was having an "actual episode" because it truly looked like everything was swirling around me. Ya know....kind of like those cheesy effects they do when emphasizing a characters fear of heights.

At this point the stairs changed into crazy death traps that required balance, courage, and jumping to navigate them. Dan was there at this point with our kitties, and they were chasing bugs. I saw Okanini begin to fall, and I shouted for Dan to catch her. The dream dissolved as I woke up and BAM crazy dream :).

back to college

I was going to college again. I started walking to the bus stop to catch the school bus, and on my way there, I realized it was St. Patrick's day and other people were wearing green. Dang! Then I realized I was wearing my green bathrobe, so everything was fine. Once I got to campus, I headed straight for the library. Amy was the librarian! She worked in the middle of a spiral formation, like a secret stairwell that went underground. She had a lot of little things stored down there, and she brought me to see all her coins. Every time someone had to pay a fine, they had to use quarters, nickels, and dimes, and all the money went straight to Amy for her own library account. Next she showed me this glass room many stories high, and lots of people were studying in there, including my dad. I hunkered down to do some schoolwork for a while.

After that, I explored this abandoned building on campus, and for the rest of the dream, I was helping a crew set up for an art show. That was a lot of boring work. Then I woke up and went to work.

by KT

Car Seat Couch

Some strangers wanted to borrow the backseat of my car to use as a couch in their apartment. I was into the idea, provided I could put it back in the car whenever I needed it.

Attack of the Gnomes

I'm in a large dilapidated house, and it's my job to strategically place minuscule, yet fully functional, cannons about the house to defend against an imminent attack by tiny, gnome-like creatures. The gnomes, about the size and shape of eggs, appear utterly benign. I soon realize that they are entering through a particular window, so I abandon the cannons and work on building a wall in front of the window to block their point of entry. For neglecting my cannon duty, I am reprimanded by a portly military gentleman.

Seriously considering the possibility that I may perish in the ensuing battle, I decide to make a break for it -- either by hiding in the attic or leaving the house entirely.

Zombie Cat

The other night I dreamt that I was at my parents' house, and my childhood cat Beanie showed up in the backyard, apparently forgotten for years. His body was covered in moss and barnacles, and to my alarm there was a gaping hope in his side, through which I could see into his stomach (a dark hollow space). Although he seemed to be functioning despite the hole, I started freaking out about what I should do. Take him to the vet? Call my mom? Unfortunately, my mom was on the moon and unreachable by phone.

Skeleton Hands Barbie, and other dim recollections.

Details are vague, but this morning I awoke from a dream where I was in some sort of animated film that featured a modified Barbie doll with plastic skeleton hands glued on where its real hands should have been.

Also, last week I had a dream that I was watching from above as Arthur got into our car and started it, only to have it roll backwards down a hill and crash into a parked car, which flew off like a billiard ball. Arthur was ok.

Weird Rest Area

Here's one I wrote down recently, dated March 12th, 2010.

April and I are in a weird rest area. A strange man corners me in the bathroom and starts talking about Native American shrines. The toilets shoot jets of ink when they flush. We leave and end up stopping in Geneseo, NY on our way home. We were planning on sleeping there, but the "community space" that we go to is closed and boarded-up. We go in anyway and start to sleep in a big bed, but then this guy--who I describe to April as "nice"--kicks us out. We wander around the town all night, calling people on my cell phone.

Stress

In this dream I am still living in the basement of the Rainbow Ranch. However, the Ranch is much larger (both in size and number of rooms) and there are more people around. My cat Gordon lives with me and I am also taking care of my housemate KT's bunny Bunny.

It's Saturday night and most of the people in the house are getting ready to go out. It's starting to occur to me that I don't have a cage for Bunny; until now she has been sitting contently on a blanket on top of a stack of books. I'm starting to worry that I can't go to sleep tonight, much less go out on the town, without Gordon potentially attacking her.

(To make matters worse, I'm still in college and final exams are on Monday. Of course I haven't studied at all.)

I'm going around from room to room trying to find a solution for my problem. One particularly large room in the basement has pieces of plastic animal cages scattered about on the floor. I try to find two pieces that match up but am unable. No single piece would make a functional cage.

As a last resort I try to introduce Bunny and Gordon to each other, by carrying Bunny over to where Gordon is. Gordon immediately assumes a pouncing posture, so I rule out the possibility of them getting along.

I manage to track down KT as he is leaving the house. "KT!" I say.

"Oh," he says. "Did you want to come to the Simpsons movie too?"

"Well, maybe," I say, but I explain my problem to him and ask if he could take Bunny back. KT proceeds to become angry with me, exclaiming that he took care of Bunny for years and never complained!

I awake shortly thereafter, relieved.

Lemongrass High

I had this dream a week ago, and didn't write it down so I am only left with this tiny gem.

I am in my basement looking for an old joint I had stashed away a long time ago. There are boxes of printer paper all stacked up along the staircase wall and I am lifting these up and looking beneath them.

Finally, I hit pay dirt. A joint of rolled up lemongrass was found. I think I offered to share it with Ted. But I don't think we actually got around to smoking it in the dream.

Raccoon on Fire

So, I am at my parent's house and I feel like I'm living there. I am younger as are all my siblings, though we are not really young--just teenagers. There is a somewhat festive or gathering feeling, though there is no obvious signs of celebration. We are all hanging about together, drinking coffee and some of my siblings friends are over.

A raccoon waddles into the living room where we are all standing about. Kevin explains that this is his pet. This revelation prompts us all to get shouty about why the hell would you keep a raccoon as a pet, how can they really be domesticated, etc.. Kevin seems to be enjoying the growing animosity against his new pet, and by proxy, him.

My mother leaves the room to go outside for a smoke and I think my dad is with her, on the porch. Which is weird, because in real life my dad refuses to be around my mom while she smokes. OK, so, a few minutes later the raccoon disappears from the living room. None of us are really paying much attention anymore. And we only realize that it was ever gone, when it comes back with a cigarette stuck to its fur and still smouldering--its back is all smoky.

I was pretty freaked out, but ran into the kitchen to grab a pitcher of water to splash on the raccoon. My brothers were in shock and were not being very helpful about all this. And as I rushed back into the living room with the water, right before I splashed the raccoon, my eyes played a trick on me. I saw the floorboards alight from beneath the carpet, as if the racoon's fur actually had set the room aflame. As soon as the water hit the raccoon, the room went back to normal.

Of course, my immediate thought is that my mother has done an unspeakably, horribly abusive thing. But she comes into the room exclaiming that the raccoon had been routing around in a pair of her pants in her bedroom, must've found a stubbed out cigarette and got it stuck to its fur. For some reason this explanation satisfied all of us, though it doesn't explain why the raccoon was actually on fire.

BBQ Raspberry Leaves

I was at a family gathering because Tom was leaving for the summer. People were making shish-kabobs of whole raw veggies in this order, mushroom, tomato, pepper and something else I can't remember. I went to get myself some BBQ raspberry leaves but they were all gone. So I was about to make some more: I preheated the oven and put BBQ sauce all on my plate, but I couldn't find any fresh leaves. I asked my Dad and he said Tom ate them all. Tom wasn't there this whole time, but he entered just then. I didn't confront him about the leaves because it was his last day here. Then he had to go.

Mom was going to drive him and I was going to come. She tried to navigate her way out of there and we were soon in a commons pedestrian walkway. I said, "No, that's a one-way." Mom said, "So what?" I knew how to get us out of there but could not articulate it. We were driving in the way of people setting up a bakery. Finally Mom turned around and I was relieved.

by KT

Non-existent location.

In real life, my brother wants to see the movie Kick-Ass, but no local theaters are showing it anymore. So in my dream, my mother discovered a theater in "Manchester, Philadelphia." This location does not exist, though there is a place in Philadelphia called Manchester Apartments.

Also, I got a prize in a box of cereal (which I opened in the supermarket) which allowed me to spontaneously create a real-life version of Sweetums (the giant hair-monster from the Muppets). Unfortunately, he left the supermarket and stole a car. He did not know how to drive. First, he stopped too long at a stop sign and made the people behind him angry. I had to help him, but then he drove into a ditch.

Finally, I was playing Danny in a student-directed production of Grease, but I was horrified to discover that I did not know the words to the next musical number, "Alone at the Drive-In Movies." (This is a real song from the stage version of the show.) I was relieved to find that a) this production did not remotely resemble Grease, and b) at the last minute, I was asked instead to sing Radiohead's "15 Step." Also, I could refer to the lyrics.

The Uninvited Guest

There's a party at our apartment, and an uninvited guest shows up. He's drunk and unpleasant, and he's holding a half-eaten slice of watermelon. He sidles up next to me and places the watermelon rind on his own shoulder. For some reason I reach for it, in an attempt to knock it off, but I accidentally form a fist and hit him in the face. I totally didn't mean to hit him, at first, but once I know that I am about to hit him, I just give it my all. He responds by punching and kicking me, but I don't retaliate. I figure he'll just get more angry and stupid if I egg him on. So I just stand there and wait (his assault does not hurt) and soon he leaves. Success!

Another Wegmans

April and I are in London, England. We go into a big Wegmans and fill up a bag with items. Suddenly April walks out without paying. I am a bit nervous by this, but April explains that they didn't have this one item she was looking for, so we're going to go to another Wegmans, and we can pay for all the stuff there.Okay then.

The rest of the dream involved me explaining that we needed to make friends with a Londoner so that we could use their internet for free. We never did make it to the other Wegmans.

Mouse Eggs

We were taking care of a bunch of chicken eggs. I was moving some into a box, when I noticed I had damaged a few eggs. Upon closer inspection, they were hatching! Instead of chickens, mice hatched from the eggs. I showed one to April and said we should name it Squeezie.

Like-Bite

April and I are taking a walk and we come across a group of parakeets on the grass next to the sidewalk. There are about 10 of them, arranged in two parallel rows. They are parrot-sized, but fatter and rounder (and cuter). They have typical bird markings, but are all completely black and white. Many of them have the Awkwardcore logo on their faces.

The birds are pretending to be statues, but after scrutinizing them for a bit I notice one move its leg, so I know they're alive. April says one is named Like-Bite, and she begins to pat its head and tell it how cute its name is.

Chin Tattoo

From a FB note, 12/1/09

Dan-had a dream that i got a tattoo of a character you drew on my chin. had it done at dunkin' donuts, but they only did the arms. went back to try and get them to finish it, but could never flag down anyone who worked there. ended up trying to find brandon to get him to laser off the arms on my chin.

Secret Minotaur

(Note: this dream was heavily inspired by LOST).

The government is hiding something from us. They have jeeps hooked up to tracks that go deep underground to a secret lair. I manage to distract a guard and stow away on one of the jeeps (since they are on a track, they are driverless). There's a tense moment when I have to duck down to hide. Luckily, no one spots me, and I take a wild ride through underground caverns and disembark in a large, ornate bedroom. An ominous and terrifyingly large form sleeps in the bed.

It is a minotaur.

I am afraid of waking it, but instinctively know that nothing I am capable of could wake it. So I smash this strange sculpture at the foot of the bed, and run before the government agents can catch me. The minotaur's chamber has a doorway that leads into a large darkened room, which opens into a natural history museum. I move quickly to the exit, hoping to blend in with the crowd and get away.

End.

Magic Balloon Short String

Setting: Standing in a large green and hilly yard looking at a large blue-gray vinyl sided house. Smaller buildings were scattered near the house (presumably sheds or garages) and more houses were farther behind me. I was not myself in this dream. Instead, I was a woman that I did not know or recognize. There was a child with me (maybe 10 or 12) I believe it was a girl that was related to me in some way. Each of us is holding a balloon with a string that can barely be wrapped entirely around our hands once.

"See that man?" I said to the little girl beside me. "What man?" she asked. "The man in the window." We looked at the shaded shape of a man standing in front of a second floor window. The man's gaze burned into me. The man seemed large with a solid square face. He donned large sun glasses covering much of his face, leaving me wondering if he even had eyes in his sockets. Our presence was innocent enough but I became wholly aware that we were trespassing. No matter I thought, we were leaving soon enough.

"We are going to take our balloons and fly straight over his house, and it's going to be awesome!" I explained to the girl. We shot off in a sprint toward the house and...

Ok here's where it gets a bit fuzzy! We either got some lift before we started to fall and crash through one of his windows (this seems the most likely) OR the balloons failed completely but we still ended up in the house. The next scene is taking place in the man's house.

Suddenly I was running past the stairs and straight to the exit. I was concerned about the little girl but the man was chasing me, and I knew I had to get away. I bolted out the door, and the threshold seemed to act as a barrier for the man but I wasn't taking any chances. I wrapped the short string around my hand as much as I could, held my balloon toward the sky with conviction, and said "OK balloon, MAKE ME FLY!" I started to lift upward and away from the house. I landed softly behind a nearby brick house where I was relieved to find the little girl. The little girl was now a little boy but I disregarded this as I stared in horror. I knew the balloons could make people fly but I wasn't aware that they also granted wishes. This wouldn't be a problem if it didn't also grant subconscious wishes. "IT'S JACK!" I shouted suddenly. The little boy's name was jack, and the balloon had created a beanstalk, which was massive, growing, and writhing toward us to squeeze the life from our bodies.

We got away but I knew these balloons could never fall into the wrong hands or the world would be doomed!

hairy chest

in my dream last night, I had a really hairy chest. my first thought was that i couldn't wear a bikini because i would feel self-conscious.

Tittins, OH

in my dream a couple of nights ago, there was a town called Tittins, OH. further research (when conscious) indicates there is no town called Tittins anywhere in the world. I think that if we ever have the chance to name a town, we should definitely name it Tittins.

Smurfs and Solidarity Strip

It's all a bit fuzzy this morning but I seem to remember a few small tidbits of my dream last night. I was looking at a photo of a girl I used to go to grade school with (presumably on facebook). She was donning a fancy dress to attend one of her oh-so-fancy socialite events and an even fancier coat. This coat was clearly meant for royalty. It was very long, fuzzy, crimson, and it had a black and white spotted collar. In the picture, the coat continued on the floor off the frame and suddenly the picture turned into video zooming out and showing that her coat was actually 20 ft long (0r more). It was then that I realized she wasn't attending one of her oh-so-fancy parties but dancing in a recital, and "YIKES" I'm in it to but not as prepared.

Can can dancers gathered her coat in a line and moved to the stage while I followed along with the group of dancers surrounding me that appeared from seemingly nowhere. My dancing wasn't bad considering I hadn't practiced but it definitely wasn't good either. My former ballet instructor selected 5 0r 6 people and moved them toward the left, and instructed the rest of us to move the other way. For a split second I thought we were the better group but then it was obvious that we were the lesser dancers of the group.

Instead of gracefully exiting, my group took off running through halls and up flights of stairs to get to the stage. I wanted to know what was going on, so I asked what we were doing. Another dancer told me we were dancing as Smurfs in the ballet, and we were going on soon. "Oh great, I've got the part of a Smurf," I murmured to myself as we were running. "You're actually an Ort (I can't remember what it was actually called in the dream) for the recital," another dancer corrected me. She instructed me that the Orts were another type of Smurf that actually looked like the Smurfs I remember but the actual Smurfs looked like tiny gnomes with red hats. I wasn't sure if I had the better role at that point, and before I had time to figure it out my dream changed scenes.

I found myself standing in a room full of women. I somehow knew that I was at a feminist gathering where a solidarity strip would executed shortly. I was standing apart of the audience, and I was suddenly joined by a group of women facing the audience prepared to start the strip. Though I was clearly suppose to be a part of the audience I had ended up on the wrong side of the show. The solidarity strip began, and the women started singing a cute childhood ditty (imagine if you're happy and you know it) where each line was about removing a piece of clothing. It was very clear at this point, that the women were only stripping off as much as they felt comfortable with. After all, this whole experience was about feeling comfortable with your body. One or two lines of the song instructing the group to remove one or two items went by with no takers. The third line was about removing your skirt, and in the head of the moment I dropped skirt and was joined by half of the group. The next line instructed the group to drop there underwear, I passed and hiked my skirt back on but some of the group went forward. The reminder of the song was about removing tops and bras but there were no participation that removed these items. "How strange," I thought "that these women are more comfortable about showing their lower halves but not their breasts." I continued to wonder about the significance of that until my eyes drifted open to the sound of my roof being torn apart (this actually happened).

The roofers began their work today, and I logged my first dream. Yay!

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