Dreams, v. 2008.2
Continued from version 2008.1 because, well, why not?
Date: April 12, 2008
Categories: Life
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Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Continued from version 2008.1 because, well, why not?
Date: April 12, 2008
Categories: Life
Its here. How exciting!!! I have a wonderful dream to tell. Disturbing, but wonderful. Just allow me a moment to collect myself.
First post?
Right. Now that I have had a moment to wage a card war against POSOC (or more appropriately, made some feeble attempt to resist his offensive), I feel sufficiently collected to recount this the strangest of dreams.
I was Sherlock Holmes.
Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes (myself) were engaged in a case. It was of an exceptionally dark nature and Holmes had a feeling that we were being trailed. One of the outings that this case required involved a train. Returning from it, Dr. Watson and Holmes stepped of the grimy, gray platform and onto the street. There was a cabby sitting in a proper car cab just by the stoop (the dream was awfully anachronistic. Holmes and Watson speedily flung themselves into the cab, not noticing that their was a shady-looking black limousine behind them. Upon their sitting down, Mr. Holmes suddenly made a sharp gesture of recognition. “You,” he screamed. “You’re the one who’s been tracking us.” “Mista Holmes,” the cabby replied, “Look foward, duck down.” ALmost instinctively Holmes and Watson obeyed and a bullet shot through the glass and passed through the space that their heads had occupied a moment before.
This dream played over and over again in my sleep.
HOORAY!!! FINALLY A SUGGESTION OF MINE POPS UP! *hyperventilates*
I had a dream involving my parent’s 100th anniversary, stars, and Disney princesses, but I’ll explain that later.
Second post?
I also had a dream in which all the losers of an ice-skating contest were turned into parrots or foxes, depending.
I had a dream last night. I was at my parent’s 100th anniversary party. They needed a humongous star for some reason. The star was made out of about eight smaller stars, which had been stolen by Cruella De Ville, Jasmine, Ariel, Belle, Snow White, and some other people. The starts were hidden in my cousin’s basement and yard. I found them, ate some cake, and light came flooding in through the windows. Then I woke up.
I had a dream I was on a quest (most of my dreams seem to be fantastical quests these days) but I’m afraid I can’t remember the details.
Only two people have posted so far. I find that highly amusing.
Not many people are on at this time. But, it is pretty funny.
I have also had immeasurable dreams involving school days gone wrong which are really not worth relating.
I once had a dream that it was the middle of summer. I was in a swimsuit, sitting on my mom’s lap, and everyone was laughing at me because I was with my mommy. It was quite peculiar.
And once I dreamt that someone threw a poison dart at me. Or, rather, they gave me a balloon with a poison dart implanted in it and I didn’t notice the dart so I picked up the orange balloon and by a miraculous chance, my finger passed within a miniscule distance of the dart but I was saved. My parents had noticed the dart’s presence just as my finger was closest to it and for fear of startling me into a sudden jerk, they had judged it more opportune to remain silent. And I was okay. Which was good. For me. At least.
I’m commenting!
Wouldn’t it be cool if you could like plan your dream out before you fell asleep? So it would be all perfect? And you would forget you had planned it, so you wouldn’t always know what was going to happen.
Speaking of dreams…
There’s this really cool webcomic called The Dreamland Chronicles. I can’t post a link, but it’s really cool.
I wish I could fly. I used to think about that so much that I flew in my dreams quite a few times. Which was amazing. But that is the closest that I have ever come to “planning a dream”.
Yeah. Planning a dream would be awesome.
I love flying dreams, but I haven’t had one in a while. And if I do have a flying dream, I only go like six feet off the ground and then fall and can’t get back up.
I think I am going to bed. If I have any dreams I shall put them on here tomorrow.
I just had a dream last night about getting an Apple laptop and putting Garage Band on it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I think there is this invention (it looks sort of worthless) that you put a picture in it and have it play a sound so that when you go to sleep you dream about the picture/sound.
Yeah, not much point in that.
Planning dreams would be awesome, but the cool thing about dreams is that you don’t know what’s going to happen.
I have never had a dream about flying. I am strange..
I just dreamed that Terry Pratchett came to my Global class, and I was the only person who knew who he was, and the end I got him to sign a copy of The Color of Magic that I got at a secondhand book store (I do have that book from there, actually). Except the inside covers were all written on by other people, so he had to write all over the outside.
And I’ve been dreaming about They Might Be Giants a lot, especially after I went to one of their concerts (And it was amazing… just indescribably amazing). Once, they came to the library…
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I dreamed I won Script Frenzy. and as I was going to go and blog about I woke up, and it took me a bit to realize it was a dream.
Yeah, Thats Weird.
I had the stangest dream. I was Hermione, and I was in the boy’s quidditch locker rooms and Ron and Harry were there. I had a baby, I don’t know whose, and I threw it at Ron. Then I played Quidditch with Fred and George. It was so odd…
I just woke up….
I dreamed that I was on the Disneyland trip again, but my friend and I got left on some random street and we had to chase after the bus. Then my mom made me do homework before I could get back on the bus, so I did homework and caught up to the bus. Then we got to the hotel which promptly morphed into the back of my church, but with a very large fishpond. My friend and I caught a fish and were going to put it somewhere else, but that pond suddenly disappeared so we put the fish in the bathtub. The fish ate some random hawk DNA and morphed into a manta ray/dragon thing, which I had to teach to be a human.
I woke up extremely confused.
20- thats
My subconscious has extreme issues.
I always have dreams where things happen that would cause me a lot of stress in real life.
A lot of my dreams are about getting lost in the school and missing the bus.
I had a dream once that I was in the locker room before gym and I was talking to this girl and telling her that I was pregnant and it was because my dad abused me so I looked for love “in all the wrong places”. That was really weird because my dad is very nice, and I would never do…what people do to get pregnant…at this age.
I did an experiment with planning dreams. I listen to music a lot while I’m falling asleep, so I just picked a song that I associate with a particular event and thought about that event all the time while I was listening to the song. After a couple of days I put that song on loop on my Sansa and played it while I fell asleep. Lo and behold, that night I dreamed about the event. It was kind of wierd…
I have dreams about flying all the time.
One thing I really hate about certain dreams is when you try and run in the dream and you can’t. It’s horrible.
I hardly remember my dreams anymore.
Last night I had a dream, though. I was in English class, and my drama teacher came in, and I was worried because she still hasn’t told me if she got my money for the Ashland trip, and it seemed like she might tell me, but instead she took everyone but me out of the room, and I was sitting there waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and I could hear her talking, and I was sort of half-awake by that point so the dream had morphed. I was still in my English class, but it was my mom who was talking instead of my drama teacher, and she’d told me not to move, so I couldn’t move. And then I woke up, and there was this odd squeaky sound which I thought was a bird, and my parents were talking in their room, and I went in there and they were trying to catch a chipmunk the cat had brought in.
17 – Terry Pratchett?! Awesome, Can I have a copy?
20 – Strangeness. It always bugs incredibly me when things that were there in your dream a few seconds ago randomly disappear. Poor fish,
23 – I get those all the time. Mainly getting lost at school and not knowing who to ask for help or how to get out of there. I think those are the only dreams I have that ever really scare me, actually. Those and the emberassing moment ones, *shudder* That would be so awkward, though.
I had a great dream last night where I was at Mystic Aquarium again!
i have dreams about school but school is completely different, like there’s a pool in the hallway or i’m in middle school and the gym opens into a huge garden, stuff like that.
i also have dreams where im on the street and have nothing and i’m walking around trying to get food or clothing. maybe its me trying to tell myself to not get overmaterialistic.
and then there are these abstract ones where im in a big field of white, or red circles, or blue hills or something like that.
usually its just something real intertwined with something very very unreal.
I once had a dream where I was bowling. Then, quite recently, we started bowling in gym, and I asked my mom, “Have I ever bowled before, besides that time in Tennessee?” She gave me a funny look and told me I had never been bowling before.
I just had a dream that I was at school, except the lockers were red and not tan. And then time froze and I had extra time to do my homework!!!! Ah, if only… *eerie gaze*
OH! I did a report on dreams while we were studying the brain.
I can plan my dreams, sort of.
If I purposely think of something before I go to sleep, I dream of it. Once I’m in a dream, though, I have no control.
I know how to control your dreams! (I learned this while studying dreams). First, whenever you think your dreaming, or just in the middle of the day, make a reality check. Make sure the sky isn’t yellow, and pigs aren’t flying. So it will become a habit and you will do it while your dreaming, so you know your dreaming, and you can control it.
Also, a cool fact about dreaming,
Blind people don’t dream like sighted people. Sighted people see there dreams like a movie. Blind people can use their other senses. Example- If you were having a nightmare about a monster, you would see that it is green, it has sharp fangs and long claws, and the it was HUGE! Right? Well, blind people would feel how slimy it was, hear it roar, and smell it’s foul breath. Cool, right?
I hate nightmares.
I can plan what i dont dream! *crickets chirping* Ok well it seemed a lot better after i talked with my friends about Government Conspiracies (note the capitalization) and i saw alien-abduction-area-51-roswell-nightmares coming up. Guess what?!?!? No nightmare! I controlled it! (thats a big feat for me)
i have like, er…REAL dreams every night, if you know what i’m saying.
dream #1: being in a locked room while being shot at with a machine gun.
#2: being convicted of murdering someone, then sentenced to death by lethal injection.
#3 my house burning.
#4: let’s not go into the rest.
and you thought MONSTERS were bad?
scary enough???
I had a dream the other night where someone was chasing me through my house. Then today at lunch my friend was chasing me because me and my other friend stole her apple sauce. It was deja vu.
I love deja vu! It makes me feel like a necromancer, or something! Like, I’m working at the town library by catalouging new books, and I had a dream once that a book called the Life of Ravens, and it would be a really trashy book (like, stained cover, etc. We throw those away.) But, I COULD NOT throw it away or else something bad would happen, so a few days later, and there was a book called Life of Ravens, and there was a coffee stain on the inside cover! I cataloged it, and now I’m waiting for something good to happen…
I have deja vu a lot, but I don’t really think any of it comes from dreams because most of the dreams I remember are too crazy to actually happen.
I had a dream recently that my mom and I were walking somewhere and she picked up a plastic snake, but then it was a real snake and suddenly she was holding another smaller real snake, so I grabbed the big one by the head and I didn’t know if it was poisonous. I tried to poke it’s nose so it would open its mouth, but it wouldn’t, so then I decided to put the smaller snake in front of it. It opened its mouth and it looked really big and I could see every detail. It had fangs so I decided it was venomous, and then it continued to grab the small snake, fall on the ground, and eat it. I was amazed and slightly nervous about it.
i woke up thinking “that is so cool! I’ve never seen a venomous snake eat another snake before”.
I never remember my dreams. I must not have enough zinc in my diet…
I get deja vu a lot!
It can get quite irritating!!
I had another strange dream.
My English/History class was on a field trip to a library. My teacher told us that if we found something that was used in 1911, we would be able to time travel. I found this really old door, and went through into the same library but it was 1911. My friend was there too, and she made me stalk some band named AFI. They were sitting in some courtyard, poking their guitars and grinning stupidly. I got bored and went back to the library, where I was being chased by Ron and Hermione. I was freaking out because they almost caught me before I made it back to the present. The end.
35- eep! I should introduce you the the guy in the purple car. I never see him, but he keeps trying to kill me. Variations on that theme occur every three days or so. Getting killed gets annoying after a while. What would be ironic is that I die under the wheels of a purple car. *terror*
I had a bad one a few weeks ago where I suddenly was somewhere, but I didn’t know where. I looked around
“Phobos, it’s the Holocaust Museum in D.C.! I swore I’d never come back after I cried my eyes out here last time! Well, there are worse places I could be…” I turned 180 and saw, hanging from the ceiling behind me…
“Ahhh! Giant Squid!”
I took off running and ended up somewhere else, but I don’t remember the rest of the dream.
The holocaust museum is quite disturbing.
45- Even more so with the Giant Squid.
Wait… THE giant squid? As in, the Harry Potter giant squid?
Another dream…
We were on the Choir Disneyland trip (again!) and it was like Downtown Disneyland/Disneyland with stores and stuff. Anyways. Our group included all the real people, but also Briar, Sandry, Daja, and Tris. My best friend and I climbed the hill behind a church (in Disneyland???) when my thumb fell off and became a hovercraft. Then it grew back again, and it didn’t hurt so thats okay. We had to get in the hovercraft and find all the Circle of Magic books scattered over Disneyland, or we would die. (???)
Um. I woke up very confused.
47- No, as in the model one at the Museum of Natural History in NYC that I wrote about in the previous Dreams thread. That thing scares the cookies out of me.
49 – It scares the COOKIES out of you??? *cracks up*
There’s a giant squid in Harry Potter? Who knew.
My friend once had a dream that she was being chased up and down a hallway in our school by a giant squid screaming about steak. (She’s vegan ) But it was a lucid dream, one where you can control your actions, and so she decided that the giant squid would be her new best friend.
I had no strange dreams last night, so I can’t put them on here.
I wonder what is going on in my subconscious to make me dream that stuff?
Ugh. I have a headache, so I shall now go to bed and maybe have a dream to put on here.
I always have the same types of dreams…either I’m being chased by something (although I always get away, or at least wake up before I’m caught) or I have to go somewhere or do something and things keep happening to keep me from getting there.
It’s interesting to think about the psychology of dreams. For example, maybe my escaping dreams have to do with feeling stressed about stuff, or maybe the roadblock ones have to do with unrealized dreams…or maybe they’re just my brain goofing off. Although that happens enough without dreaming
50- It does! I have a very big fear of tentacles.
Twice I’ve dreamed that large fleshy pink (light pink not hot pink) bunnies were chasing me. I dreamed that I ran into neighbor’s houses and they got the kid i babysat. I also dreamed they took over my mom. If thats not creepy I don’t know what is…
51- Have you even READ harry potter???????? How can someone NOT know there’s a squid in Harry Potter? *more profanity*
I freaked myslef out last night by watching scary videos on Youtube. There was this devil in the middle of the woods, and the ghost of a little girl crying in the corner. These were home videos people take. It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO scary i had terrible dreams.
Um. Another dream.
I was in a cartoon for some reason, and one of the characters, a small neon green ghost, got sick. He sat on a pedestal underground in a cartoon city and my aunt pulled Urgals and Orcs out of books to guard him, and he promptly turned into a chipmunk. Then I was sitting by a tree, watching my friend climb it and the branches were bending. Then I was in the Exploratorium, but it looked really different. I had to show my Disneyland (again! jeez!) group where the exhibit on some (nonexistent) ancient society was. We got lost. I had more of this dream, but I forgot it.
My brother had a dream about playing solitaire last night.
This is my favorite dream ever (aka, My Jasper Dream. Jasper was fairly prominent throughout.)
Ok, so the Cullens [excluding bella, she was captured by werewolves] and I were in this big building, kind of like a church. We were preparing for battle against the werewolves, because they captured Bella, so Edward got POed at them. we were all decked out for battle and junk, and it was really sad, because Jasper and Alice were due to be married that day, and so, yeah, tears. We were all preparing for battle, standing in this venty-thing in the ceiling, when Jasper walks over and is all like, ‘We’ll meet you… [noise of werewolf howling cuts him off]’ I’m like, ‘What???’ And he’s all like ‘Make sure you bring the…’ And then an arrow shoots out of NOWHERE and he’s like AHHHHH [noduh] and e falls and I’m like JASPER!!!!!!!! and Alice is like JASPER!!!!!! And Rosalie is like JASPER!!!!!! And [wait, i think you get the picture] so then it was intenso battling and we didn’t see him. Then, when it was all done, I was
alone, so I started to climb the steps and junk, and Alice was with me, but she was always about 7feet ahead of me, and she couldn’t really hear me. So, I got to the top floor, and went into this room. It is like a game room, with chairs and couches and junk. So, then I see Rosalie’s leg underneath the couch. I’m like ‘Rose….’ And she comes out! And then all of them come out and they’re all alive! And Edward and Bella were making out R-rated movie style [without pants] in the bathroom! Then [drumroll] Jasper is OK! And he and Alice get married in the room and me, rose and bella are the bridesmaids. And then we had a party! And everything was great! And then [three months later] we found out that Bella was pregnant! And then we were at the hospital with her giving birth and it was really intense and then I woke up.
And all of this was like being there. VIVID.
*wheeze, wheeze,* That took a lot of energy.
59 – Wow. Are they characters in something? Should I know what?
Once I had a dream that I went to Hogwarts! We were in the Great Hall, about to be Sorted, but if nothing happens in my dreams I wake up. Soooo…I waited and waited to be Sorted, but the Hall was fading away….and I woke up VERY disappointed.
58-Wow, that was kind of intense.
I had a very scary dream recently. It started out with me escaping to my neighbors house, and carefully looking out the window to see my cousin looking for me, evidently he had taken me hostage or something in my own house. So then I realized he was coming, and was VERY VERY VERY frantic, and running around hiding, when I hear the door open. These two guys from my school who are complete jerks walked in with guns and promised they wouldnt hurt us, but that they were going to take over PIzza Hut (dont ask me why) and my cousin bursts in the door and I yell “shoot him!!! ____shoot him!” but its too late and as I try to turn the corner he shoots me in the stomoch. and I am like ‘you shot me” and he is like “yes I did” and it was very very scary…because he is my cousin, and I trusted him…….and then it ended…….*shiver*
59- *gasps loudly* HAVE YOU READ TWILIGHT (by stephenie meyer)??????????????????????????????? YOU HAVE TO!!!!! BBITW!!!!!!! (best book in the world) MALE OR FEMALE, READ IT!!!
Okay okay! I will read it! and I’m a girl.
I need new reading material anyways.
Another dream….
Something I forgot led up to me on the side of a hill. It was a virtual hill, and everything was computer-generated. Then I shrank, then I went back to normal size again. Suddenly me and my family drove up to this house we were staying in on vacation, and part of the stairs were covered in large picture books covered in plaid cloth. Some of my friends were there for some reason and we went up to this parlor-type-thing at the top of the house, which started to sink, like that room in the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. It then became a rollercoaster car, and we went on a ride through this giant room in the house that wasn’t there before. Then we went camping in that room, but someone put dirt in everyone else’s sleeping bags and blamed me for it! Then we left the house, reorganized the plaid books, and got in the car to leave. Then I woke up.
Um.
I tend to have dreams where I’m the heroine…or at least where I win/escape. Maybe I’m egotistical…
Here’s a recent one (with Twilight in it again. Maybe I ought to read something else for a change…)
I’d been framed for committing a murder, and the police were after me. I’d escaped to my house, and I was gathering things in a bag to take with me before I ran into the hills. I knew I had only seconds left before the police arrived.
Suddenly Robert Pattinson showed up (he’s going to be Edward Cullen in the twilight movie, for those who didn’t know), and he had all the attributes of Edward (like being able to run fast and all) but he wasn’t a vampire and I still called him Robert. For some reason he came with me and we started running away into the hills (there’s like a gajillion hiking trails around my house). Robert gave me a gun, because the real murderer (the one who’d really killed the person) was following us and wanted to kill me so that he would have the credit for his kill. He caught up with us, but–and here’s the kind of freaky part–I totally beat him up. I mean, like Jason Bourne style. It was really violent, too, I shot him a couple times. But then he was dead and Robert and I went back to my house, and I realized it was Monday and I had to go to school, so we got in my car and went to school. I remember thinking (in my dream) that it was weird that no one recognized Robert since he’s a famous movie star but then I looked at him and he was wearing dark glasses. So I made him take them off and all of a sudden he was this random kid from one of my classes. I was shocked, to say the least.
Probably one of the strangest dreams I’ve had in a while. Most of the time they’re at least logical, even when they’re frustrating or improbable. It worries me how satisfied I felt after I killed the murderer. Wierd.
I am Assistant to the Director of West Side Story, but I haven’t dreamt about it yet. It’s only a matter of time…
Really… that sounds OMINOUS.
One time, I was in Yoga class and they had us meditate. During meditation, my mind wandered and I had… not really dreams, but I imagined things.
I imagined that I was in a ship that was in heavy seas, then that I was tied to the wall of a skyscraper, facing a sky full of stars. In the middle of the stars, a glowing square appeared. And then the instructor called that meditation was over, so I opened my eyes.
65-Well, West Side Story is about Gang Wars so I dare say I will get a nightmare sooner or later.
Ughhgrhrhrrhrhrh! I had a really long, detailed dream last night. I woke up, forgot it, remembered part of it (which usually means I remember the whole thing), was like “Okay, I remembered it, I’ll go read now”, started reading, and forgot it entirely. Stupid brain.
I once had a dream that my friend and I were in the park (I was only about 5 back when i had this dream) with her mom. I saw a lizard-like thing like the Gecko on the GEICO ads chasing me. I started to run away from it. I ran and ran, and my friend and her mom didn’t notice that I was gone. I ran even more, and ran into a traditional old russian house, made out of wood. My mom was sitting at a wooden table with a lace tablecloth. There was a samovar on the table, and she was drinking tea from it. I ran to her and hugged her…but at that exact time I bumped into the wall near my bed, and woke up. That dream was very scary.
Another dream I had was even worse. It sounds funny when I tell it, but when I was having it it was anything but.
I was something like a Russian prince, and somehow I ended up in a magic theater. They were planning to put on a play about dragons. They spent forever putting together the fake dragons, they looked like Chinese dragons, when they suddenly came to life. I was terrified at that moment, and ran. As I ran I kept bumping into these metal poles that were standing all around the backstage area. That was the worst part, it really hurt. You know why?
When I woke up, my sister said to me (we slept on a bunk bed, she had the top bunk)- “(my name), you were bumping into the wall over and over last night.”
On average, I have had more nightmares than actual dreams. After I moved, they got worse, and I wrote a letter to my “fairy godmother” asking her to stop the nightmares. Amazingly, they did stop!
…I never knew I had a fairy godmother.
I hate it when you remember dreams when you wake up, and so you go, ‘okay, i remembered it, i’ll be able to remember it later’ and then later on you try and remember and you COMPLETELY FORGOT IT. Grrr.
Anyway, I remember part of a dream from last night. I was in this car with maybe 4 or 5 other people, and we were driving down the highway at night at 180 mph. I was sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver, and the speed limit was 150 mph and so I was trying to get the driver to slow down. But he only slowed down to 176 mph and then I realized just how freaking fast we were going. And that’s all I remember. xD
I’ll tell about some other strange dreams that I remember in more detail later.
Last night I had a dream about visiting a Barnes and Noble store full of death traps. It was highly disturbing.
I had a dream I ran into a wall.
It was rather peculiar.
Does anyone else have songs stuck in their heads in their dreams? I do.
73 – I do. It’s like an annoying soundtrack.
73-Yes, actually! Just recently, and, sadly, usually They Might Be Giants songs (Last night, Apartment Four… [Yes, I know it’s a little kid’s song, but it’s very sweet]).
26-Um, sure… *sends imaginary signed dream-book* XD
I remembered my dream during musical today! And I just remembered that I remembered and now I forgot it again.
Sometimes I wake up and immediately have a song in my head, but mostly my dreams have no music unless, for some unknown reason, I am at a dance.
73- I always have a song stuck in my head. Right now, it’s Miracle by Paramore. (no joke, I can’t remember the last time i DIDN’T have a song stuck in my head. Including in my sleep.)
The other night I dreamed that it was Monday, I had just got back from Ashland, I was in the country 45 minutes from my school, and it was 9:30 in the morning. I remember wondering how the trip back from Ashland had passed so quickly, and then I woke up and found I was actually in the uncomfortable hotel bed.
Wow. Alice, you are odd sometimes.
79- I know.
But, aren’t we all?
Wow. My dream I was whining that I had forgotten involved condos on a cliff in Tahoe, but that’s all I remember.
73-West Side Story again and again!
So, last night, I slept over at a friends house, which always causes strange dreams. I was at Thanksgiving at my grandmother’s house, but there were a lot of really random people there (for example, my intern and her girlfriend, which makes it even weirder, because she’s straight). Anyway, i really didn’t want to hug my cousin Sam, and my mom started yelling at me, and I was crying and yelling at her to. Eventually I began to run away, but my mom was chasing me and swearing and we were both yelling at each other, and it was kind of scary. When I woke up it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was, why it was April and not November, and why me and my mom weren’t fighting and swearing at each other.
I had a dream that involved cloning, MuseBlog, and some other weird stuff.
I dreamed I was Harry Potter, which was extremely strange, seeing as how I am a girl. I had to bake Umbridge cookies for her to let the other people out of detention. Then Hermione came up to me and gave me some gum that I had to keep away from Umbridge. Then my mom popped up and told me not to use chewed gum as socks. Then a girl in my class popped up and gave me pink flowery rainboots. Then I woke up.
Ahem. My subconscious needs repairs.
86- Last July, as I was waiting for HP 7 to come out, I had all dreams about Harry Potter. I was harry, I was Ron, I was Dumbledore… it was sooooo cooooool.
Here are my top two weird dreams, copied and pasted from the old thread with a few modifications.
I was in a boring gray building, and Voldemort was holding people captive or something, so I try and save them. I see Samantha Parkington (yes, from American Girl) in a room (like a police interrogation room with a one-way window) being tortured on the rack. Then I run into Luna Lovegood, who rose from the dead, and I say, “How was being dead? Did you see your mother?†very quietly. And she says, “Yes. I also saw J. R. Bloomsbury.†Then I woke up. I later found out that that guy invented something. Maybe the stove.
Another one. I entered a room with trees painted on the wall, and who do I see but Ryan and Sharpay Evans from High School Musical. What are they doing? Oh. They’re playing Pokemon. Ryan sends out a Turtwig (or Pikachu, I can’t remember), and Sharpay sends out a Piplup.
Confused, I run into the next room, and I’m in the Millennium Falcon. I see Holly Short (from Artemis Fowl) attempting to fix something. She’s very frustrated, banging a wrench on a lever. Then, I see Anakin (as a boy) coaching her, and Hermione’s there too, patiently waiting for her to fix it.
Then, Han Solo comes up behind me and pushes me overboard (at this point the door is open), I fall, see Pluto [the dwarf planet with Pluto the dog’s face emblazoned on it], and wake up.
What now?
That was a strange dream you had…
I had a dream that I was in the Heart of the Phoenix (It’s from Marvel Comics).
I dreamed last night that I was at Hogwarts, but inside the HPOOTP computer game version. All the show choir from my school were riding air bikes on the 14th floor level in the main staircase. I saw a portrait that told me to go to Dumbledore to get his password. I asked Dumbledore and he said (something i forget) and I got mad. Then I woke up.
88- That’s so awesome! I love Holly Short. I can’t really picture her in my mind, though, and that’s kind of annoying to me. One minute she’s black with red hair, then she’s asian with long black hair, then she’s white with curly red hair, then she’s white with brown hair…
I once had a dream that I got a letter to Hogwarts, nd I was so excited that I thought I was going to explode. Then, when i actually got off the train, itwas just this tiny shack at the top of a hill, and there was only one room and there were no classes, and then it turned out that there WAS no Hogwarts. I woke up crying the next morning. It was so sad; all of my dreams come true burst in front of my face.
92 – I was extremely depressed after my eleventh birthday, last July… I was SO sure I would get my door knocked down by Hagrid…
78-I have dreams like that a lot when I’m away from home. I’ll dream that I’m doing normal stuff and then wake up and I’ll be in a hotel.
I had a dream after moving to MN from TN that we went back to TN. I remembered everything in my old school: the fifth-graders’ projects on a display case, the wide windows, the lot. I woke up, then a year later, I asked my mom, “Can we go to TN on vacation again?” She told me we never returned on vacation again after leaving and gave me a funny look.
One time I woke up in the middle of the night and was super thirsty, but I was too tired to get a drink of water. I actually dreamed that I’d gotten up and got a drink, then went back to bed! But then I woke up, was disappointed, and got water. Wierd.
Some of my dreams give me ideas for stories. Here’s one:
In the future, a military coups around the world had made one man in charge of Earth as we know it. He’d taken all the kids and put them in a giant school in Antartica. Everything was iron, and they used giant machine sledges to get around. It was really horrible; for detention, the kids would get left outside for certain amounts of hoursin the cold, and sometimes they would die.
A few kids escaped from the school and manage to get out to a huge ice cave. There they discover that fairies live in the north pole (They’re a cross between British fairies and the technologically advances Artemis Fowl fairies). They dress in purple and green clothing and have beautiful iridescent wings the same color. Most wear helmets. It turns out they are the lost inhabitants of Atlantis, who escaped from the city to the South Pole. They are very angry at the evil people at the school right now because they have been breaking up the ice where the fairies live. Also, they are stirring ancient monsters that live beneath the ice…
Anyhoo, there’s more, but I’m too lazy to write the rest and this post is getting super long. Basically mosters start coming out, and the kids and the fairies have to save the kids in the school before the monsters eat them.
93- I cried in my room for hours when an owl didn’t burst through my window with a letter (written in green ink :D) tied to it’s leg on my eleventh birthday.
Hogwarts didn’t write me either. I hoped the whole rest of the year that the local American school took kids at 12, not 11, but……:cry:
Dreams….
I was at school in PE and I couldn’t rollerskate and the counselor was trying to make me wear makeup so I was crying. Then I was in the attic of an old shack which was Hogwarts in the Half-Blood Prince computer game. And all my friends were there, and I went outside and climbed on some boulders and followed a small green bug made of really bad computer graphics, and woke up.
If I were to found a wizarding school, I’d have them teach basic subjects like Math and English, as well as the fancy magical stuff. I don’t care if you can perform a Confundus Charm, if you can’t solve for x or write a persuasive essay, you’re not graduating.
99- NOOOOOO!!!! That would be half of my worst nightmare!!!!! (breif summary: I’m trapped at Muggle school for the rest of my existence and Hogwarts is right next door but I couldn’t get in because I got a B on my math test.)
I had a dream I went to Hogwarts, but then I got killed (!) by an Avada Kedavra spell that was for Dumbledore, and then the last thing I saw was Dumbledore dying.
I woke up crying!!!!
Don’t even mention the “no letter” topic!
I was bummed that I didn’t get a letter from Hogwarts then, and now I’m bummed that I’m going through pueberty, yet I show no signs of manifesting a mutant power. So I’ll never be able to join the X-Men.
(103) Ah, but you still have great gifts, and talents that can be developed with practice. And don’t forget the enormous advantage that you and all other Musers have over the X-Men: you exist. In a contest for world domination, that would give you the edge every time.
Yeah, I wanted a letter too. I don’t recall crying about it. It was just that about halfway through my eleventh year I kept sort of hoping it would still come.
104- Quite agreed!
103- The X-men only seem to admit the mutants with the flashy abilities, but don’t let that discourage you. Remember, the pen is mightier than the adamantium claw.
Man, I know, and then I even got nervous when my sibling turned 11 — Because one of the worst things I can think of, ever, would be for her to have the kind of special magic powers of any kind that I had always longed for and she never really did. I think part of me is still slightly worried that she will someday reveal she has said powers, while I won’t.
That would just suck.
But it’s okay, because I am omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent, being God and all.
107- That would be a good motive for a villain in a story- something they’ve hoped for all their lives is given to someone who doesn’t even care, and whom the first person hates on top of it. Not that you hate your sister. Or maybe you do. I don’t know.
107- LORD. You have summed up the thought that it is always at the back of my mind, while I pretend to ignore her obvious fear of my getting something that she doesn’t have.
104 – I agree.
I want to go to Hogwarts.
Oh, that would be awful!!!!!!!
Last night I had some sort of dream involving the computer and posing for pictures.
106- My dad saw your post and said “That’s sooooooooooo not true! The adamantium claw with healing abilities is no match for the pen!” (Or something to that extent) I said that the adamantium claw with healing abilities is written with a pen and can be crossed out with a pen (Or something to that extent)
Freakiest dream ever
It was they night before summer break was over….
In my dream I had returned to school and the lockers were only half way up to my knee and every one was able to fit their stuff into the locker; except me! Every one had been at school the day before except me! And that’s not the worst of it… when I went to the library EVERYTHING WAS WHITE!!!!!!!!!! And when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING except me!!! There was probably more but I forget exactly what.
(sorry for the double post)
Sorry, my bad, it was actually the day before spring break was over
I haven’t been on here for awhile! Have you all missed my confusing long dreams (/sarcasm)
I know I had dreams the past two nights, but I forgot them! Last night, though, I dreamed about a (nonexistent) MuseBlog RPG thread about boats, but if you stayed on long enough, you got pulled into it and were actually on a boat. And POSOC had a permit to search my and a couple other peoples’ boats. Except I don’t know what he looks like.
103- Tell me about it. I cried when I got my period and didn’t immediately start growing wings or fangs or getting a letter to Hogwarts or something.
I come on here too much, but I realized something. If I have a dream , and post it on here the following evening, I have another dream that night. If I do not post on here, I have no dream. Freaky….
Last night I dreamed that we were going on a field trip with Science class. I got in the bus last, so the seats next to my friends were taken and I had to sit by this really annoying kid (who, now I think of it, isn’t even in my Science class.) Then my dream morphed. I was reading a similar story to what had just happened, but it was about my friend instead of me. I saw the words floating in midair, but they were translucent, so I was reading and watching the story at the same time. It was really cool. Then it morphed again and I was in the front office of my school with Punk Goddess, who was saying very inappropriate things about a new teacher and a pile of hula hoops. The end.
Also, I remembered something else. Once I was starting to wake up, and my eyes were still closed and my dream was fading away. I felt that my eyes were closed, but I could see in my dream, and I had the freakiest sensation of being able to see through my eyelids. I forced my eyes open and saw blackness. I closed my eyes again and saw my dream. I was so weirded out that I woke up.
117- Sort of like that time where Beavo (or RtH!, can’t remember) had that dream where the comment box fixed itself.
I once dreamed I was sleeping at an airport because we got bumped off our flight.
I woke up and it was true.
I had…three dreams last night.
The first was that I was on IM and someone tried to send me a virus, which happened recently.
The second was that I had this awesome Avenged Sevenfold calendar that had a video player and kept playing the same clip over and over, it was so cooool… And since it was May I had to change it…
The third was that I was watching Juno play in my mind. Of course, having never seen Juno, I don’t think that the scenes in my mind actually exist. And in one of the scenes there was this actor from the movie Never Been Kissed, so…that was strange.
I had the strangest dream last night.
I was an orphaned girl from the Congo, come to live in America with a bunch of other orphans from Africa. I had to go to school, and it turned out that I went to the school I go to now. When I got there ( I still had some of my consciousness left) I noticed that everyone there was opposite personality than they’re real presona. Like, Ryan the football jock was gay, and scrawny little Zach was a muscle man. If they weren’t opposite of themselves, than they were extreme versions of themselves. Like the wannabes were super popular and ther lesbians
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were guys. Anyway, the principal comes out, and he has always favored students. But now he’s like SUPER FAVOUER-ER. He walks up to Gabbi, Katie, and Emily, super-popular girls (and my own personal frenemies, btw,) and he puts his hands on Gabbi’s shoulders, and she says “Are you going to favor me this year?” ANd he says “No. But I would like Brett to be favored.” (brett’s her brother). So she finds Brett and he starts taking pictures of him for the yearbook. As I was continuing to class, I accidentally bumped into him and I went flying to the ground. A hit my head ppretty hard, and there was a lot of blood. So then,as I’m standing up the principal comes over and he tells me to bury a hole for Brett. And I said no, I needed medical help. then he started punding on me and telling me that Brett was better than me.
Then my mom woke me up.
A very strange dream that I had last night:
I was at the Olympics, but I wasn’t in China. There was a lake nearby, and I saw something very strange in it, so I ran to the shore. There was an elasmosaurus swimming near shore. It looked at me, put it’s front flippers on land, and shrunk until it was about two feet high. The elasmosaurus waddled onto the shore like a seal and sort of hugged my leg.
“Awww, you’re just a baby. You’re a cute little dinosaur-relative… that somehow survived the K-T extinction. I’m going to call you Eli.”
I pet Eli and he made happy noises.
Then a big black car drove up. Two men in suits and dark glasses got out. Eli hid behind my legs.
“Have you seen a plesiosaur around here?” One of the men asked
“Um, no, sure haven’t. Aren’t they extinct?” I lied.
“Nice try, lady. Give us the monster.” The other man threatened.
“No way, Jose!” I shouted, grabbed Eli, and started running.
To escape the men, I ducked into a building and started walking down a hallway. Eli was doing the seal-crawl thing beside me. I peeked through a door that was partly open. Inside, I saw Richard Branson sitting at a table, talking to some people. I was going to go inside, when I heard Branson say
“And then, we take over the world. Bwahahahaha!”
Just then, Eli made a noise and a guard captured us and took us into the room.
“I have a die here. If you role a higher number than me, I will not conquer the world.” Branson said.
“Uh, okay.” I said
He rolled a three. I picked up the dice and shook it in my hand. I let it go, and…
“KAI! WAKE UP, YOU HAVE GREEK SCHOOL TODAY!”
That was my mom.
123- Whoah, your actual name is Kai? Cool name.
No. She actually called me by my real name, which I can’t say online.
On Friday I dreamed about the last day of school being morphed with the Retreat which was where I was. I got detention for being late in December, and the front office was morphed with Room 205 at my school. It was actually quite boring.
On Saturday, I dreamed about the retreat again, but I don’t remember it because I didn’t post on here Saturday. Gah!
I’ll have a dream tonight. You shall see tomorrow….
Last night:
My brother and I were IN the Indiana Jones video game. Then we were warped to my house, where this under-sized boulder was rolling & bouncing around, chasing us. I grabbed my cello, and was running around the house with it so the “boulder” wouldn’t crush it. It was pretty stupid, because the boulder looked like a rubber ball and kept falling on my head and didn’t knock me out.
I dreamed that everything was orange. And Michael Jackson kept on sexually harrassing me. It was……. weird, to say the least.
I had an exceptioinally strange dream last night wherein I went back to school (it took place next september) and was, inexplicably, roommates with this random French girl in my house who I barely even know. The room was all wierd, too…sort of shaped like a trapezoid. I went out to the sports field because there was this big hullaballoo going on. I had a video camera and was recording everything. The guy I had a crush on was being given some kind of award for rugby, and a faculty person was talking about how the professional league had actually asked other players not to try out so they could watch him play some more, and now he was suffering from muscle stress injuries, and he’d gotten a scholarship and everyone was cheering for him. He looked awfully smug, standing on the stage in his uniform.
It was a wierd dream because I was dreaming about him, and I’m trying to avoid thinking of him any more than absolutely
It did make me think, though. He’s very underappreciated for his brilliance and his rugby skills, because he’s kind of an awkward turtle and he gets eclipsed by some of the truly spectacular players that our school has.
-headdesk- My life.
*Than absolutely NECESSARY.
Please forgive my spastic typing
I had a dream last night that I was on roller skates, headed for a big staircase, but I stopped just in time.
I have like 5 dreams to put on here. I wrote them down, but they’re at home. I’ll bring them tomorrow….
You will be scared.
<—-that is my subconscious.
I had a really weird dream about a ko-konvention. It was in England, and lots of people were there. It started out with me, Alice, POSOC, and Paul – maybe someone else, too. We were playing Paker, on a strange table that was very slanted. We had to use a normal deck of cards, so it was strange. After that, POSOC and Paul disappeared, and some other people came. I was asking people who they were on MuseBlog, because I only recognised Alice, but none of them had heard of MuseBlog. It was weird.
Lets see….
So last night I dreamed that we were on the Disneyland trip again, but we were flying, not driving. For some unknown reason, we (we being me, the rest of the choir, and the teacher Mr. Eckl) were in some snowy mountain cave waiting for our plane and talking to native Alaskans. When we got on the plane, our group landed pretty fast, but the other plane was delayed by the other half of our choir being distracted by ice cream. And we landed at the Exploratorium, and we couldn’t be let in because Mr. Eckl had the passes and his plane was late. So we waited around, and I went to go look at these random bookshelves and this bench. The bench was labeled the “Icy Hermione Bench” because it was hollow and filled with cold water and it was next to a bunch of bookshelves, like Hermione would like. I got confused and woke up.
And for some reason woke up with “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” in my head.
my subconscious remains.
I have dreams where I fall off things, usually into the water. I never dream beyond hitting the water.
I hate it when I want something so much that I dream about it, and it feels like it’s real, but then I wake up and it wasn’t real at all. That’s almost worse then not having it in the first place.
136 – I hate that too! A couple nights ago, I had a dream about a CA Kokon! And it was awesome! Then I woke up very happy, remembered why I was happy, and realized it wasn’t real! Grr.
I’m using lots of ! s today!
Once, while sleeping, my mouth dried out. In my dreams, I ran around drinking lots of water, but because I was only dreaming about drinking water, my thirst never became any less. That dream stunk.
138 – Hmm. I wonder what it means.
Finally, this thread is alive again. My weirdest dream was probably when I dreamed I was in the water with a girl in my class. She dove underneath the water, disappearing deep underneath. When she came back up, she told me to dive, but I didn’t want to. Something was keeping me from listening to her.
[Moved here from the “Welcome, Neophytes!” thread. –Admin.]
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was with my friend Vikki, and we were going to meet her hot older brother in Dover, Delaware, and I had nothing to wear. So, I finally put on something decent, and we got there, and he lived in this odd treehouse thingy. She sent me up to meet him, and when I went up, I was suddenly transformed into an old lady. There was this military dude in the house, and he was searching fofr something. I had a stuffed rabbit, and I told him to practice using his imagination with stuffed animals. So he got this odd green fuzzy stuffed animal and we played on the floor with them, eating candy out of this ginormous bag in the cupboard. Then he asked if he could kiss me, and me (the old woman) and him (the random military dude) started making out on the floor. Then we fell asleep on the couch. The next morning, my mom came to the door holding this massive box of Christmas presents (because it was Christmas eve the night before) and she gave me the box, exclaiming that there were too many presents for me to fit in the car. I opened it up, and it was a GIGANTIC box of Pixie Stix. I laughed at her, and she gave me this huge Butterfinger bar. Then she complemeted that she would be happy to plan our wedding. I was very confused then, because I was back to being twelve years old. Then the military dude asked if I wanted to marry him, and I screamed NO!!!!!!!!!! and he said he insisted, and I was screaming and my mom was gone and then I woke up.
I have the WEIRDEST dreams.
MISSSWAN’S NAME IS LINKIFIED!!11!!!!
Cool.
ANYWAYS. I had a really strange dream last night. But it was rather undescribable.
I had a weird dream last night, but I can’t remember all of it or in what order the events were. I have a vague impression of a Victorian house with lacy curtains. I was with two other people, and we were being spied on. We went out into the yard where there were lots of roses. I’m not sure what happened next…
Anyway, at some point in the dream, we went for a long hike. It was a weird trail, with little signposts and dioramas every which way. Eventually we found ourselves back at the beginning, and there were our parents…and Horatio Hornblower. We all sat there waiting for a while, and then we had to crawl through tiny dark spaces like underneath a house, some of which went on for miles. And so basically we crawled through these places for a ridiculously long time, and sometimes Hornblower was there (he had a headlamp), and sometimes there were just a bunch of random musicians. And then we got out, and all the danger had passed, so I went home to the country house. And my mom and dad were there, and my dad was telling my mom about the crawl-spaces we’d gone through. He was saying, “It started in [town] and went on for ten miles, and we came out in Portland!” And everyone was impressed. Then my dad said that the musicians had left their instruments at the beginning of the crawl space, and they wanted me to go cover them up. Which I did.
I can’t remember al of my old dream, which involved two lovers on a pirate air ship, and me getting nearly killed in a docking industrial style shallow swamp. Today’s dream made me mad. The world exploded in two blows, and I drowned. Luckily, dying was painless, then I had quite a confrontation with demons, who I no longer like, as they stole my sweatshirt, hid, and then one chomped my leg. ow. I hated that guy. And the one that stole my sweashirt…grrr…
hmm…my dreams usually involve horribly real things happening to me…
I had a very scary dream last night were Molly and Arthur Weasley had set up some kind of machine and were feeding their kids into it, saying it was time to “melt them and start over again.” I don’t know why I was there, but I was crying because I liked the Weasley kids. Luckily, George saved himself by jumping off the conveyor belt and then he watched in horror as Percy, who was behind him, was melted. It was really freaky. Arthur and Molly weasley killed their kids. 0.o But what’s even worse is that it happened in my dining room.
I had an odd dream a couple of nights ago. I was somewhere in India, where an old man with leathery skin and crinkly eyes was showing me the local version of chess. Knowing that chess originated in India, I was eager to see what it was like there. The old man man ordered his trained elephant to set up the board, which it did very deftly with its trunk. The board was bigger than ours and had some extra pieces, including one that combined the moves of our rook and our bishop and another that combined a rook with a knight. (They had names, but I forget what he called them.) The most interesting new piece was called the Wizard. It began the game off the board, and you were allowed to play it only once during the game — setting it down wherever it would do the most good.
The old man and I started a game and began moving our pieces out. Just as I thought I was getting the hang of things, he made a move that surprised me: when he lifted his hand from the board, I saw that instead of moving a piece to the square, he had put down a little chunk of shredded wheat. I stared at the board in bewilderment, then looked up at him and said, “That’s shredded wheat.” And that’s when I woke up.
Aw, man, the Dreaded Shredded-Wheat Offensive. I hate it when they do that.
My dreams lately have been mostly about people vandalizing my locker with pink sharpies. I wish I had dreams like I used to.
147/148-That made me laugh. Very, very much.
Over the summer I drempt a lot (probably because I was getting a proper amout of sleep…?), but I unfortunately can’t remember any of my dreams.
I like shredded wheat in a cereal bowl, but I’m not used to seeing it on a chessboard.
I find that I remember more of my dreams if I write them down and then reread them just before I go to sleep. I don’t know why keeping a dream diary would have that effect, but it seems to.
I see things that happen, say, tomorrow, and then they never happen. Like last night, I pictured my “Happy Dance Song” on the Music thread become an overnight sensation and becoming enshrined in MB legend, and I woke up today expecting it to happen, but when I came to the computer, nobody had even replied.
152 – Aww. That must be awfully depressing.
Hey, glad to see this thread busy again.
I had an interesting dream the other night that I think I may turn into a story. In the dream I was a girl with the ability to shapeshift–turn into anything–and I was being trained by a government agency to hunt down enemies and incapacitate them. My training consisted of going about my daily business, but a few times a day someone from the government would try to kill me, and I’d have to escape/kill them. (Kind of like Eagle Eye, now that I think about it). One of the generals went bad, however, so I got an assignment to hunt him down along with a partner (who I was in love with). A lot of stuff happened, but in the end, the bad guy snuck up on me and enclosed my hand in a gun, so that I would be forced to pull the trigger soon. He said something along the lines of “A gun is trained on the love of your life. You pull the trigger. What do you do?” And then I stuck my hand in front of the gun rather than kill my partner. It was rather a good dream, btu very vivid–when I shot my hand, it felt like when you hold ice for a really long time and you get that cold, burning feeling. Anyways, I think my imagination is going haywire right now, I’ve had like three dreams in the last week where I had could feel stuff that was happening in the dream.
151-I’ll have to start doing that… I always thought having a dream diary would be a neat idea.
No memorable dreams currently.
Well, I had the weirdest dream. It switched at least 100 times. One moment I’m playing soccer in a field of wilted flowers, and the next I’m Indiana Jones in some Mayan Temple, trapped… water filling the room… very quickly… drowning…
And the weirdest part was, that’s the only dream I have ever remembered for the last 6 years.
I don’t have dreams very often, and when I do, I remember them when I wake up, then forget more and more, like sand or water falling out of my hands, and after about a minute I forget them entirely. I had some dreams I remembered when I was younger, though.
-I was in my backyard, lying next to the brick wall at the edge of our yard. There was an African Crowned Crane standing on the wall looking down at me. Then it flew down, landed on me, and pecked me in the chest, causing me to die and then wake up.
-I was on a beach with my family. I went to play in the water, and I started floating far from the shore, too far to swim back. I screamed for help, but my parents just smiled and waved. Then a shark ate me. It was very painful and violent. Then I woke up.
-I was running in a blue room, being chased by the Abominable Snowman. I was running really fast, but then I realized I wasn’t going anywhere, I was just running in place. The monster grabbed me and dropped me into his open mouth. I was falling and falling, and then I woke up.
158–Actually, you always dream. You may not remember them at all, but you still dream……
I recently had a nightmare about a pinball machine coming to life and sending a weird skeleton creature out to kill me. (??????)
I had a really odd dream last night–I don’t remember most of it, but as i was watching video from the debate last night, i remembered some of it:
So, it my dream, I was on the yahoo home page, and it had this blurb in their “featured” section, that said Barack Obama died last night. So, i n my dream, I kinda thought it was some joke, but I did some research (in my dream), and he really was dead. Which brought up an interesting question in my dream–what was going to happen with the election?
So, actually, what would happen exactly if one of the main candidates did die before the election, at this late a date?
o3o Look, another vaguely political dream!
So I had a dream that I was in Rome (it didn’t look like Rome, but there was a sign that said Rome. o3o) and there was this giant, medieval-ish war going on involving battering rams and this mousetrap-like human catapult. Considering that it appeared they were aiming at me, I ducked into a cake, which happened to be the back end of this inn with five rooms in a row. There was a shower in between the inn room and the cave, and you could see each end through it. And the shower was exceptionally dirty.
Next, I think I did something involving newsletters and reading reviews about inns in Rome, but I’m not entirely sure. I also think I said the word impregnate a couple of times, which is totally random. Must be the debate I had with my mom.
Then, all of a sudden, John McCain crawled out of a washing machine and started talking to me. o3o And I woke up particularly confused and wondering what the heck was going.
I had a dream the night before last that I went into a hot air balloon with one of my friends. She accidentally released all the sandbags at once and the balloon uncontrollably shot up into the sky (Darn dream physics). We got into the upper part of the atmosphere and my friend passed out from lack of air. Then I blacked out, too.
When I came to, I was in a yellow room next to a crazy lady who kept muttering “SpongeBob SquarePants.” Over and over again. She smashed a lightbulb on my head, then pulled at the wire filiament until it was about five feet long and stuck one end in a wall socket. Then she touched the other end to my skin and… I woke up.
I had a really weird dream where I learned that one of my guy friends was really a girl, and everyone but me had known about it. Weird.
T_T I always have bad dreams about my old school. I haven’t remembered my dreams lately though.
162- *laughs head off*
One of my acquaintances had this dream were she was being chased by all the Veggie Tales characters. The characters were singing the Veggie Tales theme song, but their mouths weren’t moving. Then they chased her off a cliff, and she fell on a stereo that was playing the Veggie Tales theme song. Then she woke up. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag next to her (camping, GS), and I was up half the night being kicked by her. And another girl in the tent would scream, and another girl would answer by random words. People do kick, talk, and scream in their sleep. And other people wake up to go to the bathroom and end up sneaking out without a buddy and wind up hiding in a Porta Potty from counselars making sure everyone has a buddy (okay, that was me.).
I had a dream a long time ago (before I got my calculator). I “woke up” and my Social Studies teacher was in my room, wanting me to pick a T-shirt out of a box. I chose one, and she said “OK, I’ll go order that” and walked out. The light in my room was off, so I tried to turn it on. It turned into a metronome and that didn’t work either. Then a random electrician appeared and fixed it, then walked out. I followed him and found myself in a maze. I got separated from him and happened upon a group of teens with calculators and they were playing mario, but it was a weird type of mario, and then we started playing laser tag. There was one girl who really wanted to be out but none of our lasers would hit her so we decided to stop playing. Some of the teens offered me cake, but I said no because my stomach was hurting. I woke up (for real this time) and threw up.
I have more weird dreams, but that one was long enough for one post.
On the subject of sleep talking, I have a couple of strange incidences, both with my cousins. One night they swore I yelled “DON’T KILL TOMMY, KILL ME!!!”. Tommy’s my cat. Weird.
The second one isn’t sleep talking, but who cares.
My cousin S. was sleeping downstairs with my cousin R. The rest of us were sleeping in the attic and all the adults were outside in tents. (Tiny cabin, OK?) My cousin N. got scared and went downstairs to sleep with R., who is his sister. S. thought that N. was Draco Malfoy and went upstairs to sleep with my cousin J., who is her sister. S. thought that I was J., tried to wake me up, and couldn’t. S. woke J. up, thinking she was me, and slept in her bed. Strange.
I don’t remember any recent dreams. I think I had a nightmare. Aw man, I like dreams.
I just sleep nowadays.
I had a dream in which I was drowning, I think. I don’t really remember my dreams anymore
168) yeah same here. it’s kind of boring.
I’m not sure if anyone wants to hear another of my long-winded dreams. If you do, here’s something that might change your mind: a giant paper mache Mr. Takara head.
I had an odd dream last night–our beloved GAPA Robert was in it. So, I don’t remember how the dream started, but at some point it seemed to go off on the tangent of my mom and I were spying on some sky-diving instructor we thought was guilty of something (I think it was murder). So, in my dream, the instructor was just some foreign guy (but when I woke up it was obvious that he was my russian calculus prof). so, we spied on him, and tracked him from the parking lot to the school, at which point things morphed, and mom was gone somewhere, and it was a rock-climbing school, and we were no longer spying on him for murder. He was just some random rock-climbing instructor. So, anyway, I wandered into the area where the rock-climing was being taught, but the harness I had (dunno where it came from) was some cheap plastic thing, and I didn’t trust it nto to snap, and everybody else had cloth (or rope, or whatever). So, I was observing, and then I saw a sign that said that (well I don’t actually remember it saying your name Robert, but whatever it said, it was obviously you) Robert Coontz was the instructor on the one wall. So, I was all excited that one of our awesome MuseBlog GAPAs was there, and I would finally get to meet him. So, I wandered over to where your “office” was, and you were inside talking, and I was imagining all sorts of way the conversation would go, but I didnt’ ahve the nerve to actually go in.
So, it morphed again, and everyone was eating some formal dinner thing, and I was brushing my teeth??????? And there was no sink nearby, so I had to run like all the way across the room (with toothpaste and spit dripping out of my mouth–yuck) to a sink. So, there was this laptop by the sink, and it had some blog thing up (as ina true blog), and it was by Robert, talking about something his daughter did online that he was disappointed and worried about her for. I think she was hanging out in chatrooms……A d so I was reading it, and thinking, woah, Robert has a daughter? I didn’t know that–I didn’t think he was even married, much less a father…..(I know weird dream).
So, really, I don’t remember what all else happened, and I’m not entirely sure al of this is in the right order, but……it was odd.
171- Whoa. That is all I can say. WHOA.
Last night I had a very nice dream in which I was in my school’s locker room. I think I was changing for PE. Anyhow, there were these two nice girls, and they were like a combination of Leafy and Hei Young (well, when Leafy was still my friend). We were all talking and laughing when I turned out my mother was the PE teacher and then she was yelling at us to get out. Then we ran outside in our PE clothes and ran into some goth seventh graders. Then they shoved us into some tupperware containers and then I woke up. Weird.
(171) That’s an odd dream, all right. The strangest thing about it is that any MBer would be afraid of meeting me. Those who have met me will confirm that I’m just about the least intimidating person on the planet, especially when my face is dripping with chocolate-custard pie.
I had a dream that my mom (deceased) put me in the microwave. Maybe it actually happened? I also had a dream about fowl fight ing with munchkins and a monster that was obsessed with those cereal sweepstakes.
173–yes, but if you knew me, you would know that I am very shy in real life, and approaching any adult I don’t know very well (or, come to think of it, even those I know fairly well, as in had worked with for two years) does not come easily to me, and takes several hours/days of me convincing myself that I”m an idiot and rehearsing conversations, before I actually managed to make myself talk to them. Seriously. I was nagged for so many weeks by my parents to ask the vets I worked for to write me a letter of recommendation, and I rehearsed the conversation in my head constantly, and yet it still took me several workdays to actually get the nerve to just speak to them about it. And of course, they agreed, but I think I was horribly incoherent and jittery, and my face felt horribly, horribly flushed. I am bad with talking to people, especially adults, as I am rather shy.
However, despite never having met you in person, I think I might “know” you well enough that I wouldn’t have a problem speaking to you if I ever did meet you!
I had a dream last night that Carmen Sandiego stole both the Declaration of Independence AND the moon rocket that’s on display at Space Academy (Don’t ask how) and I stopped her!
176- *lol* I love that. Also, the computer game is fu too. ‘Where is the USA is Carmen San Diego?’ My brother and I always make fun of the weird guy that says “Hull-LOH!” when we talk to him.
I had a dream that I was a piece of toast and my mom toasted me for my brother to eat. I got way too hot and had that weird fallingsensation in the pit of my stomach as I fell out of the toaster into a black hole. Then, I appeared at the beach where I take vacations dring the winter, and it was cold and snowy but the beach was sunny and warm and the water had waves. So I ran through the snow in my bathing suit, rented a jet ski from a seagull (I know, weird), and went out on the lake. Suddenly, it started snowing and I turned into an icicle. *insert non-remembering here* next thing I knew, I was in speech class and my teacher told me it was my turn to go, but when I got up to the front of the room I realized I didn’t have my notecards. I then got out of class (I don’t remember how) and skipped biology trying to find my way to the office following notes and arrows that people had drawn with chalk on the walls like a maze. Eventually, I found my way out and back to my speech teacher, where she interrogated me about having missed biology and gone on vacation for two weeks and missed her class. For some reason, her room was full of puppets. Then, my parents came to get me out of school and we went to some bowling club after hours and got tacos and tap-danced my tryout routine for the musical. The end. I’m surprised I could even remember that much.
Weirdest dream ever.
^ That is so beast.
I think I was dreaming about something like cookies, but I can’t remember. I’m sick.
176– Very funny!
177–that has enough weird twists andt urns to be one of my weirder dreams……
I had an odd dream last night. Me and my family were at a restaurant/arcade (like Chuckie Cheese). There was this room with a sign on the door that said you could fly to a place called Elf Island. (Yesterday, someone told me about a computer game called Elf Island.) We went in, and disappointingly it turned out to be one of those theaters that show a movie that makes it look like you’re moving, and your seat moves. Yet when we came out of the room, we were actually somewhere else. Elf Island turned out to be a Rollerblading course with a pool at the end. We Rollerbladed, swam in the pool, and then I woke up.
178- *snork* Well, I’m sick too. *cough*
178, 181- I sympathize. It’s flu season. *hack*
I wish I could dream more. I’m on trimesters, so I am taking finals this week.
174: You’re mum’s dead? Aw, I’m sorry! *hugs&choklit, if needed*
Hrm. Several of my friends have had dreams lately about hurting me in some way. One of my female friends (mentioned on R&R) had a dream about shooting me, another dreamed about running me down on a motorcycle, and still another had a dream about landing a plane with me as the landing gear. I just hope none of this sadism carries over into the realm of consciousness.
Maybe they’ll be extra-nice to you out of guilt.
184: Oh… my…
I had a dream the other night where I…
Dang. Just as I was about to type that, I completely forgot–totally blanked out. I’ll probably remember later.
I had a dream last night that I was part of the Apollo-Soyuz Test Project, only the other astronauts and cosmonauts were kids. One of the Russian girls spoke very good English and she had some comic books that we read using only the light from Earth. Great dream!
http :// en. wikipedia. org/wiki / Apollo-Soyuz_Test_Project
184-
THIS WAS THE BUNNIES’ DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dead thread alert!
I had a dream a few nights ago where I changed my name on Museblog. It was really confusing, but I don’t remember much else.
I had another Kokon dream!
Okay, so there was me, Rainbowstar, and Serafina there (I don’t why Serafina was there…). We were near this trailer in the parking lot of my school. Serafina was a jerk, and I went in the trailer and read a book.
Huh.
Who’s Serafina?
192: On BA, Serafina was a made up character from AvalonGirl.
I had such a weird dream last night…
I was in the band room at school. It was perfectly normal looking, and the band director was there, and he wasn’t an alien or anything. Then I noticed that my friend Abby was there, and I remember thinking, That’s odd, Abby plays cello! Shouldn’t she be in orchestra? Then she said something to me, or I said something to her, I forget. Anyway, after that Mr. Colombo (the band director) handed out a new piece of music, but when I got my copy it was completely unreadable. Everyone was yelling, “Mr. Colombo! I can’t read my part!” but he didn’t even notice. He’s like that. Anyway, so he started to conduct the piece, and only the low brass had parts that were readable. Somehow I recognized that the piece was from “Amahl and the Night Visitors,” which opera I’ve just finished performing and will perform again in January. I started to play along, since I knew it, and everyone was staring at me. Mr. Colombo made us go through the whole thing without even noticing that anything was wrong, and he didn’t seem to hear us when we begged him for better music. Then I walked out of the band room into a hallway with a bunch of stairs. There was a longish room with red plastic chairs and a teeny little bathroom. I didn’t recognize it then, but when I woke up I knew that the red-chair room was our green room at the church where we performed the opera, and the rest of it was also quite real and was the area around it in real life. I was in the green room for awhile, but the only thing I remember about that was that there were ten people. Don’t ask me why. Then something happened to my water bottle, and my school friend Christy was suddenly there. We looked for it, but we couldn’t find it. We thought maybe it rolled into the bathroom, so we looked in there. It wasn’t there, and Christy left, but the door slammed shut on me and the bathroom started to change into something that felt really creepy, but hadn’t started to look creepy yet. So I ran and somehow the door got open, and I was running through the hallway, except it wasn’t familiar at all. Then my science teacher was dropping a million rubber bouncy balls all over the hallway, saying it was for a lab. They were everywhere, and they kept hurting me, so I kept running. I was in a mess of hallways and none of them looked familiar, except some of them that were kind of a cross between my current school and my old school. Everything was really creepy looking, and somehow I felt like someone or something was chasing me. Suddenly, I found the cafeteria at my old school, and I was really scared ’cause my old school was EVIL. So I kept running, and ended up in some random mall. It didn’t look like any mall I’d ever been in. Then I ran into my dad, and my mom was there too, and they said something, and then we went down the escalator. Except, right in front of us was (gulp) Ashley. You might have heard me mention her as “Chihuahua” on Just Friends. Yeah, so she turned around and yelled, “YOU’RE SKIPPING SCHOOL, Hannah, and I’m gonna tell Mrs. Stewart!” (the science teacher) or some rubbish like that. So I, of course, told her that she was the one skipping school, and we started fighting over it. Then my parents and Ashley and (double gulp) Mrs. Stewart were all on the bleachers of my school, except there were too many in the wrong places and it was the wrong soccer field. And I saw Mrs. Stewart, and she said, “Hannah, what’s going on with you and Ashley?” and I think I screamed, and then I woke up.
Every time I start daydreaming, “Every Time We Touch” starts playing in my head. It’s a nice song, but it’s starting to weird me out.
195- Oooh, I love that song. Except sometimes it weirds me out too… I think it’s some kind of strange connection between the fact that it was in some kind of Naruto thing, a memory of some random person in sixth grade YouTubing the video clip, and the fact that a guy I used to hang out with at my old school in sixth grade (not a boyfriend or anything, just friends) was obsessed with Naruto. I have a lot of bad memories from my old school. It totally sucked.
Actually, I had a dream about it last night- I was in a really boring math class (at that school) and the teacher was my sixth grade math teacher. (Who is an alien.) And it was soooooo easy, and I kept saying stuff like, “Um, I’m not sure why I’m here, because at my NORMAL school, the one I go to now, I’m in Math 2 Accelerated. That means GEOMETRY. You know, PROOFS? We’re learning about parallel lines?” and the teacher kept saying, “Well this is eighth grade math. Geometry is too hard for eighth graders. That’s tenth grade math.” I think I ended up walking out of the classroom and going to tenth grade math. And saying, “It’s not FAIR, Dan’s allowed to go to ninth grade math!” or something. (Don’t ask, something from sixth grade.)
One time every time I daydreamed about anything people from my old school suddenly came into it. And believe me, they weren’t friends. I didn’t have friends at my old school. M (the guy who was obsessed with Naruto) was only “friends” with me because he wanted to cheat off me. I didn’t let him. At least I think I didn’t…
OK. That was all very random…