It's different for me... I've been remembering a lot more dreams lately, and it's not really a good thing. I have sad and unfortunate dreams far more than happy awesome dreams lately, and they usually involve Eric dying or us breaking up and then I go out with another guy who is basically Eric with a different name, and then that guy dying.
My dreams make me feel very, very lonely when I wake up. Teh suck. It's hard to have a really good day when it's overshadowed by a disturbing dream you had the night before.
When I got home, I was outside in the backyard with three friends, hanging out. Then I saw my pussycat sitting in the garden, and a bear-sized wolverine and a fox sitting behind her. I shot the wolverine between the eyes with a BB gun, twice, managing only to piss it off. I ran inside, leaving my friends (including one in a wheelchair) behind to deal with the wolverine.
I started out walking around a summer camp, where I met up with Ellie (can't get the stupid bitch out my head even though I don't like her anymore), and after chatting it up with her I think I somehow ended up strolling through a city or something, and school had started again. I was in an odd lunchroom at some point, but then I flashed to a lake in the middle of a forest with a cottage, and I was fishing off of a dock...but I fell in the water, and... Nixon came out of the water, except he was in black and white, and he just stared at me, and then slowly crept towards me, and sinking further into the water at the same time, and when he was completely under I woke up. Like...what the fuck?
I dreamed that I worked at a hospital, and for some reason I had a baby. I'm not sure if it was mine or somebody else's, but for whatever reason I had accidentally put it in the cupboard with some other groceries. I then forgot about it for several days. I eventually heard the baby faintly crying in the cupboard, and I freaked out because I remembered it was there. It had shriveled up and cracked open like a bad piece of fruit. Terrified, I grabbed the baby, which fit in the palm of my hand, and rushed it to the hospital. While I was in the elevator, the alarm went off and I woke up.
A friend of mine and I had somehow come across this god-like creature way up in the far north. We freed it from some laboratory or something. However, in doing so we did something that really pissed it off, and it wanted to get back at us.
We escaped back down to the south, but this god-like creature followed us. It first followed my friend, and started to manipulate his friends and family, and to try and force him to hurt them. There was something about a nuclear weapon too. It also followed me afterwards, and it tried to frame me. It tried to get me to kill someone in front of my family, though I somehow managed to secretly get the message across that I was being framed.
The nuclear device came into pay, and the god-like creature set it off. Just as the shockwaves were coming towards my friend and me, the creature phased us briefly out of existence. When the blast was finished, it phased us back in. It wanted us to see the post-apocalyptic world.
Other people survived the blast, and the world was a desolate place filled with bandits. But people were trying to rebuild society. I started attending classes with some others about how to survive, and then I woke up.
I dreamed last night that I was at a big evening barbeque outside somewhere. There were a lot of people, even a few celebrities, and everyone was eating, laughing, and having a good time.
Then the meteors came.
Giant balls of fiery death came hurtling down right for me. I had to jump and dodge all of these meteors that were hurtling towards Earth from all directions. People around me burned and died while I was running for my life. And then the meteors unleashed some sort of pissed off mole people from deep below the earth, who rose out of the ground armed with machine guns and started opening fire on me and everyone else who hadn't died yet. I think the meteors were giving off radiation too, but then I woke up.
I had a dream that I was at a different college. I was in some kind of extracurricular club, when I thought I saw 3 of my friends. So I go up to them and I realize it's not them, so I go back, and then they come to me and say "We know who you are" and I say "Really?" and they say "Yes, you're a lost soul blah blah blah". They're a religious cult.
Later in the dream, our club's meeting place has been taken over by these guys, and they're recruiting.somehow, I convince everyone in there that the cult stupid (using argument skills that I'm pretty sure I got from "Penn & Teller's: Bullshit!").
Then a parade starts coming through. It's a right wing group of people, but they're a fully functional marching band. I set up a garbage bag in their path, or something, and the sousaphone players get wrapped up in it, and the parade comes to a halt.
And then there's some kind of giant smoke bomb that's given to me, it's got three parts that supposedly go off after one another. Really Rube Goldberg looking. But the whole thing fails because I forget to plug an ethernet cord into a modem. Eventually someone tells me that they got it working by just lighting the smoke bomb. All in all, it was the strangest dream I've remembered in quite some time.
I had this weird dream where I went to a super market to buy everything I need under 17 bucks. I basically bought as many packs of bacon as I possibly could. When I woke up, I was glad to know that my 17 dollars was still in tact.
Oh, the dangers of staying up late. I woke up today, looked across the room to the clock, and it said 5:24. It was dark, quiet, and my roommate was still asleep. I rolled over to go back to sleep and hopefully see the conclusion of the dream I had previously been viewing. Then I stopped and realized... it can't be 5:24! I went to bed at 5:42! ...and that's how I nearly slept through Friday. However, I remembered an unusual amount of the dreams I had last night, which include:
-Walking down a road looking for a pumpkin patch. A police officer tells me that I'm on the wrong road, but there are lots of nice bridges to look at if I keep going. I decided to keep going, and wound up in a tree house thing somehow. I was going to take it, but my mom showed up and apparently she and my aunt had played there when they were kids so I couldn't have it. She gave me candy instead.
-Going to Best Buy in the middle of the night and finding two Wiis just sitting on the counter. Apparently I had been looking very hard for Wiis, so I opened up my wallet to find... I didn't have as much cash as I thought I did. But I couldn't find any ATM around that would let me access my bank account! I decided to put my money in a new bank account, apparently hoping that I'd somehow get enough interest in one night to afford a Wii. It didn't work, so I drove home and played outside with my dog. In the middle of the night.
-I was sitting in my uncle's driveway, trying to repair a miniature wooden house that I think I had actually first built in a dream several months ago, but it was all in pieces now. While I was fixing it, I could hear my uncle arguing with a neighbor about guys playing baseball in his backyard or something. As the house was nearing completion (except for this weird haunted bookshelf feature that I could never get to work), my parents and younger brother walked over. My brother was telling them about all the things he had accomplished in the past few weeks. Then he stopped, turned to me, and asked "So what are you doing with your life?" I paused, thought about it, and said, "Well, I built this cool little house, so there's that." And then I went and played baseball with my cousins.
-I was a spectator for what was apparently an episode of Wonder Woman. For some reason, she was in a race against a villain to paint an imitation of a supposedly valuable sculpture (it was very creepy-looking) and bring the painting to the room where the sculpture was stored. Strangely, Wonder Woman decided to do her painting on a large green melon of some sort. She suffered many setbacks in both making the painting and getting back to the designated building, and by the time she was nearing it she found that she was several paces behind the villain. In order to save time, she decided to skip the stairs and just fly up to the second story window. In doing so, she attempted some crazy somersault thing, dropped the melon, it broke, and she lost. Which made me stop and wonder, within the dream, about the logic of this event. If it was a contest over whose painting was better (Wonder Woman's was pretty bad, actually), why the hurry? And if it was just a race, why spend so much time painting? It was all very pointless, and she still lost.
There were several more segments which I remember but aren't worth mentioning. Also, somehow every part of the dream was tied together by a decades-long love story between some German guy and a local hairdresser in my town. Like, between every part of the dream one of them would tell a little more of their story. At one point the barber shop had a fire drill though so we had to wait outside.
All in all I'd say it was a pretty entertaining night. I never remember that many dreams at once.
I dreamed I was in a school cafeteria with three of my friends. My friend Andrew was annoyed because he let his food sit too long and it was cold, so he decided to go back to his dorm with his roommate and microwave it. Then my friend Sara went off somewhere and I left with Matt on a motorcycle. We went to a Mexican restaurant and saw that three of our friends were there, so Matt went in, but I wanted to leave so I took the motorcycle to a hotel and found this huge dog who was really nice. But I couldn't keep him in my room so I hid him in a big storage room full of stuffed animals and dog food and blankets and stuff. There was a part somewhere about my aunt's house, but it's really fuzzy.
So what we should take home from this story is that Matt shouldn't bring you to a Mexican restaurant on a motorcycle because you will take off and leave him stranded there?
I dreamed last night that Matt and I were at a swanky hotel in Japan attending a very exclusive party. Matt was off talking to other people and I started talking this one guy and he called his brother over. Turns out his brother was Tobey Maguire. So Tobey's talking really loud and just being a jerk and starts asking for my number. I politely refuse and walk away and he starts following me. So I start running away from him and dodging around people and hiding behind corners and stuff. And then I run into Elijah Wood. He stops me and Tobey quickly catches up and says "This bitch won't give me her number!" and Elijah says "Why won't you give him your number. What's your problem?". And I start running again and end up outside a women's bathroom with Tobey on my heels. There's a security guard outside and I say "Are you gonna let him in here?" and the guard says "Yeah. He's fucking Tobey Maguire!". I run into the bathroom and Tobey follows me and keeps hassling me for my number. By all the sinks there were bottles of perfume and little vases and knick knacks. And I start grabbing them and throwing them at him.
I had a dream that I had traveled back in time to 2006. I was walking around, and it looked more like 1987, but anyway, I was looking around, and I see my friends and then my friend Leah asks "So, hey, are you and Melinda getting married yet?!". This causes me to think that since Melinda and I didn't even know each other in 2006, this is a time traveling version of Leah. I'm right, she's traveling through time in order to not go out with her ex-boyfriend. She also explains that she used her time machine to bring me back to 2006, since she wanted someone to talk to.
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My dreams make me feel very, very lonely when I wake up. Teh suck. It's hard to have a really good day when it's overshadowed by a disturbing dream you had the night before.
When I got home, I was outside in the backyard with three friends, hanging out. Then I saw my pussycat sitting in the garden, and a bear-sized wolverine and a fox sitting behind her. I shot the wolverine between the eyes with a BB gun, twice, managing only to piss it off. I ran inside, leaving my friends (including one in a wheelchair) behind to deal with the wolverine.
I started out walking around a summer camp, where I met up with Ellie (can't get the stupid bitch out my head even though I don't like her anymore), and after chatting it up with her I think I somehow ended up strolling through a city or something, and school had started again. I was in an odd lunchroom at some point, but then I flashed to a lake in the middle of a forest with a cottage, and I was fishing off of a dock...but I fell in the water, and... Nixon came out of the water, except he was in black and white, and he just stared at me, and then slowly crept towards me, and sinking further into the water at the same time, and when he was completely under I woke up. Like...what the fuck?
A friend of mine and I had somehow come across this god-like creature way up in the far north. We freed it from some laboratory or something. However, in doing so we did something that really pissed it off, and it wanted to get back at us.
We escaped back down to the south, but this god-like creature followed us. It first followed my friend, and started to manipulate his friends and family, and to try and force him to hurt them. There was something about a nuclear weapon too. It also followed me afterwards, and it tried to frame me. It tried to get me to kill someone in front of my family, though I somehow managed to secretly get the message across that I was being framed.
The nuclear device came into pay, and the god-like creature set it off. Just as the shockwaves were coming towards my friend and me, the creature phased us briefly out of existence. When the blast was finished, it phased us back in. It wanted us to see the post-apocalyptic world.
Other people survived the blast, and the world was a desolate place filled with bandits. But people were trying to rebuild society. I started attending classes with some others about how to survive, and then I woke up.
Weird.
Then the meteors came.
Giant balls of fiery death came hurtling down right for me. I had to jump and dodge all of these meteors that were hurtling towards Earth from all directions. People around me burned and died while I was running for my life. And then the meteors unleashed some sort of pissed off mole people from deep below the earth, who rose out of the ground armed with machine guns and started opening fire on me and everyone else who hadn't died yet. I think the meteors were giving off radiation too, but then I woke up.
Later in the dream, our club's meeting place has been taken over by these guys, and they're recruiting.somehow, I convince everyone in there that the cult stupid (using argument skills that I'm pretty sure I got from "Penn & Teller's: Bullshit!").
Then a parade starts coming through. It's a right wing group of people, but they're a fully functional marching band. I set up a garbage bag in their path, or something, and the sousaphone players get wrapped up in it, and the parade comes to a halt.
And then there's some kind of giant smoke bomb that's given to me, it's got three parts that supposedly go off after one another. Really Rube Goldberg looking. But the whole thing fails because I forget to plug an ethernet cord into a modem. Eventually someone tells me that they got it working by just lighting the smoke bomb. All in all, it was the strangest dream I've remembered in quite some time.
-Walking down a road looking for a pumpkin patch. A police officer tells me that I'm on the wrong road, but there are lots of nice bridges to look at if I keep going. I decided to keep going, and wound up in a tree house thing somehow. I was going to take it, but my mom showed up and apparently she and my aunt had played there when they were kids so I couldn't have it. She gave me candy instead.
-Going to Best Buy in the middle of the night and finding two Wiis just sitting on the counter. Apparently I had been looking very hard for Wiis, so I opened up my wallet to find... I didn't have as much cash as I thought I did. But I couldn't find any ATM around that would let me access my bank account! I decided to put my money in a new bank account, apparently hoping that I'd somehow get enough interest in one night to afford a Wii. It didn't work, so I drove home and played outside with my dog. In the middle of the night.
-I was sitting in my uncle's driveway, trying to repair a miniature wooden house that I think I had actually first built in a dream several months ago, but it was all in pieces now. While I was fixing it, I could hear my uncle arguing with a neighbor about guys playing baseball in his backyard or something. As the house was nearing completion (except for this weird haunted bookshelf feature that I could never get to work), my parents and younger brother walked over. My brother was telling them about all the things he had accomplished in the past few weeks. Then he stopped, turned to me, and asked "So what are you doing with your life?" I paused, thought about it, and said, "Well, I built this cool little house, so there's that." And then I went and played baseball with my cousins.
-I was a spectator for what was apparently an episode of Wonder Woman. For some reason, she was in a race against a villain to paint an imitation of a supposedly valuable sculpture (it was very creepy-looking) and bring the painting to the room where the sculpture was stored. Strangely, Wonder Woman decided to do her painting on a large green melon of some sort. She suffered many setbacks in both making the painting and getting back to the designated building, and by the time she was nearing it she found that she was several paces behind the villain. In order to save time, she decided to skip the stairs and just fly up to the second story window. In doing so, she attempted some crazy somersault thing, dropped the melon, it broke, and she lost. Which made me stop and wonder, within the dream, about the logic of this event. If it was a contest over whose painting was better (Wonder Woman's was pretty bad, actually), why the hurry? And if it was just a race, why spend so much time painting? It was all very pointless, and she still lost.
There were several more segments which I remember but aren't worth mentioning. Also, somehow every part of the dream was tied together by a decades-long love story between some German guy and a local hairdresser in my town. Like, between every part of the dream one of them would tell a little more of their story. At one point the barber shop had a fire drill though so we had to wait outside.
All in all I'd say it was a pretty entertaining night. I never remember that many dreams at once.
I see a pattern here...
That truly is a bizarre dream though.
I'm a taken woman!