Ugh, another example of why I need to blog right when I wake up, and not before I'm going to sleep at the end of the day.
Last night, I had two dreams. The first was set in Las Vegas. There's a ride/attraction at Disneyland in LA that is a building with a revolving ring on the outer edge of the building. You stand there and watch some dude on his magical balloon or something, and he looks like he's about to sing "Imaginaaaaaation!" like in South Park. Wait, is that what they're making fun of?
Anyway, the building in this dream was like that, and I've been there in dreams before. It's a hotel in Dream Las Vegas. The outer edge has a window where you can watch the outside go by. There's also a roller coaster on the inside, and you can travel the perimeter.
I don't remember much of this part, except that I felt like I was trying to have fun, despite trying to lose something tailing me. Like, blend in with the crowds maybe?
The second dream was about skiing. I was skiing with my brother. I don't know where, but I must have been jerking around in my sleep. I kept crossing the tips of my skis, which is such a real-life rush of scary adrenaline, I'm sure I was actually thrashing around to uncross them.
I also remember hitting a bunch of ice patches, and when that happens in real life you go MUCH faster for a second, and it can be pretty scary. People usually fall in ice patches because their weight isn't balanced enough now that their feet are suddenly going much faster than the rest of their body. I hit an ice patch and went off into some trees. I was keeping myself pretty balanced, but there was ice in there. I kept trying to have a conversation with Ryan, though, like nothing was happening. I wanted to play it cool, because I so rarely get a chance to talk to him.
Something bad happened at the bottom. We must have been in Japan. I messed something up big time at the ski place, and they were asking me to pay hundreds of dollars to fix it. I don't feel like I broke anything, more like I filled out some paperwork wrong. Or I had done something I hoped would be a secret or that I could get out of, and they had caught me. I remember feeling really crappy that I had to pay all this money, but also sort of that I deserved it for being sneaky about whatever it was.
Blah, dreams are boring when I remember more about emotions than actual events. Maybe something better tomorrow!
I had this dream last night.
I was in Dream Downtown Pittsburgh (wow, I never realized how many of these alternate but consistent dream realities I had. At least I mix them up to keep myself interested). I was with my family and my friend Crystal from here in Japan.
For some reason, I had to go to the hospital. I don't remember feeling sick or hurt, but just uncomfortable. I saw a doctor right when I got there, and he was really nice, but a little standoffish.
My brother and dad got to the hospital later and talked to the doctor for me. My brother said he got to peel off the doctor's protective layering, which looked kind of like pantyhose. I guess I had some skin disease, and he was trying to protect himself from my dander.
Then I waited for a really long time in the waiting room. Thusly named! Crystal tried to keep my spirits up by entertaining me, but I didn't feel as sad as I felt I should have been. Does that make sense?
Finally a wedding party came out, complete with guests and a priest. I realized I was waiting so long because they were going to perform a wedding right there in the hospital. I remember being really sad because I assumed if they were having a wedding in the hospital, it meant the woman (not the man, for some reason) was going to die soon, and she wanted to have one last chance for happiness before she died.
Then I woke up.
I had this dream 2 nights ago, but what I remember is exactly what I remembered waking up. Which is not much.
I was in Dream High School -- again, not exactly how my High School actually looks, but how it ALWAYS looks when I dream about it. I was on the top floor in the 7th graders section, and I suddenly realized that I hadn't shaved my legs and I was wearing a skirt.
I borrowed a pair of gray pants that didn't match from a girl named Jenica who I haven't thought of in YEARS.
That's about it. It was only interesting to post because I feel like I often have wrong clothes dreams. I always remember one dream I had when I was actually IN 7th grade -- and it interestingly occurred 2 floors below yesterday's dream in my Dream High School. I had ballet class every Wednesday (for 12 years) and I was forever forgetting my ballet clothes and getting yelled at.
In that dream, I had brought 2 pairs of tights instead of one pair of tights and one leotard, and so I put the tights on my legs and put my arms in the leotard, hoping no one would notice. They did. Awkward!
I had this dream last night.
I started off in a bookstore in my Dream College. I often have dreams about Vanderbilt or my friend Kameron's childhood house. But the weird thing is, while they don't look anything like the places in real life, the dream versions always look the same. It's strange. I can remember my made-up places in multiple dreams, but I can't access the right memories of the actual place.
Anyway, so I was at Dream Vanderbilt, and I was having a fight with my mom. My aunt Becky and cousin Jordan were there, too. We were kind of wandering through the aisles arguing with each other, when suddenly, to win my point, I told them something (a real fact) I hadn't told them about my life right now. That shut them up.
So I wander off, and stumble upon some Lazy-River/Coral Reef Aquarium hybrid. Basically, you can walk around on shells and coral and seaweed and fish swim up next to you. One fish bit me, and some others stung me all over.
I was mad, so I went to sit in some cafe and look out over the town. A lady came up to me and noticed how upset I was and said something like, "I see you're upset that the world is ending."
Well, now all bets were off. I went off to look for my mom and Becky and Jordan and get them to safety. We found our way to a hotel, and they were being really cool about the coming apocalypse, letting people in for free, not boarding up the doors, making food for everyone. From what I know about apocalypses, this was not normal human behavior, but I took it!
I looked out the front window, and saw crowds of people running from the right, and past the hotel. I went out to see what all the commotion was about. Clearly something off to the right had scared all these people, and they didn't want to bother staying at this nice hotel.
I saw my friend Shereena run by (who has a broken ankle in real life and in the dream), and I asked her what everyone was running from. She said, "The moon is striped!" as if that were the most common base for fear and mass hysteria. I checked the moon out. It looked cool, like zebra stripes. Like the type of moon a 13-year-old girl might buy from Hot Topic.
Anyway, all this moon business proved to me that the ground floor was clearly not the safest place. I ran in, everything forgiven amongst my family at this point, and I herded them all into the basement.
The Bush Family was having a party down there, and Barbara was dancing with George. I was worried they wouldn't let me stay, but I also thought they should know, so I told them about the end of the world. They got scared and all ran upstairs. I tried to stop them, but more room for me, I guess. I also got to eat their food.
Holed up in the basement, I started thinking that we'd had an awful lot of time to prepare for the apocalypse, and maybe it wasn't really coming. But I also appreciated how it brought people together and how my family forgot our problems and banded together.
Right before I woke up, my dream switched to a newscaster. It was a news report from the future, citing my dream as the first of many false apocalypses. It warned that too many fake apocalypses lessened our readiness and wore out our nerves. The graphic next to him in the newscast, for some reason, was a series of pictures of the XBox's Red Ring of Death.
Go to town on that one, Armchair Psychiatrists!
Wow. I forgot I ever made this blog subset until I happened upon it in my FTP the other day. Well, first I want to tell you about this dream I had when I took a nap on Monday.
I don't remember much of it by now (Thursday), but I'll see what I can scrape up.
It started with me in a Country Club. My family hadn't gotten approved to be members yet, but I guess we were trying it out to see if we'd make the cut. There was this gross, greasy-looking guy generally bothering everyone and touching the girls, making it look like an accident. He looked like an actor, but I can't put my finger on who. Someone from Sopranos maybe.
I can't remember how it started, but suddenly I was trying to kill him with my bare hands. I remember thinking, "Great, now I have to go through with killing him, because if I let go, he's going to get pissed and kill me." So I kept choking him until he died.
Then my mom or my dad said something along the lines of, "Yeah, we're probably not making it into this Country Club."
BUT it doesn't end there. I walk over to the gymnasium part of the Club, and, you guessed it -- Zombie uprising! In the gym. It was nice of them to stay all contained like that.
Luckily, though, since it was the gym, I could use cool things like rope swings and mesh ladders to swing around and kick all the zombie asses. I think someone was fighting with me, but I don't know who. I wasn't scared, and soon all the zombies were dead on the ground. Well, you know -- REALLY dead.
The next morning (still in the dream), I was told the bodies had been cleaned up, so I went in to kind of come to terms with all the weirdness that just happened. But all the bodies were still there, and some of them standing!
Then I realized that they were dummies. There were FBI agents in the corner, and they had set up all these zombie dummies in the places where I'd killed them in an attempt to map out how the outbreak happened. They also wanted to use the dummies as training for other FBI agents to study my moves and learn how to quell the next zombie uprising.
Man, killing a man with my bare hands, killing a horde of zombies, training FBI agents. I am sooo much cooler in my dreams.