Outdoor classroom, and George Harrison.

So, I haven’t had any dreams (well, haven’t remembered any) for a while so why I had two in one night is beyond me. xD

In the first one, I was in this huge outdoor classroom that reminded me of the place where they have the Renaissance Festival. The people from that weekend class I had to take were there. For some reason, the girl I roomed with and I could both drive and had our cars. I told her to drive up to the front of the classroom and come up with a distraction so I could get away from the class because it was boring (it was for something less important in my dream), she gave the teacher some excuse and drove away. I was going to wait a little bit to drive away so it wouldn’t look bad. I was about to, and forgot something, and the teacher found out, but still let me leave. But I still had to complete the assignment. So later in the hotel room, my roommate was watching tv while I was doing the assignment… which was a big darkish painting of an angel that I had to stamp glue on and glue feathers to.

And, for my second dream, technically the debut of my new obsession, the Beatles. A couple days ago I had a dream with Paul McCartney (my favorite Beatle) in it, but I didn’t remember anything about it, only that he was in it.
Well, I was looking at my fingers today which are rough and such from dishwashing (my job)…

So in this dream, I was with George Harrison. Which. I won’t lie. He has a sexy voice (which is why I can never skip Think For Yourself,  I Need You, It’s Only Love, or You Like Me Too Much in my windows media player library when they come on)  and.. he was the quiet outspoken shy one. We’d have gotten along well. Like… Had I been around then I probably would have super wanted Paul but not noticed how George liked me in the background or something, and only when it was clear Paul is the one who likes sexy girls I’d have noticed George…  I don’t know.

Darn all you first generation Beatlemaniacs! All us young ‘uns are jealous of you!

Anyway. Plus, George had his sexy/cute moments. So in this dream he was like… feeling my hands.  It was kind of awesome and gave me that warm fuzzy cuddly feeling. All cute like he asked me why my fingers were rough at the ends and I told him I washed dishes for a living… he didn’t seem to care, but that’s pretty much all I remember. He was such a sweetie in this dream.
Come on, dream Paul, you’re going to have to work to steal me back from dream George if I keep having dreams like that xD

A dock….

Okay, so this one is a bit strange.

I drempt I was on a dock. It was somewhat similar to a tucked away public access dock I recently discovered. Anyway. This dude I work with and a couple other people were there. The guy was standing towards the end of the dock, and I was towards the beginning. I remember walking on my hands and knees back and forth across the dock. I remember at one point jumping over several boards (while still on my hands and knees).

The water must not have been very deep because at one point the guy I work with just like stepped right off the dock… He came back though. As we were all getting ready to leave, I notice the guy I work with is wearing a brown trench coat, a cowboy looking hat, an orange scarf, and a tail that looks like it came from the pokemon charmander. WTF.

That is all I remember.

Amelie and Sweeny Todd? WTF

Okay. So, I had a very disturbing dream that was a bizarre cross between this quirky French movie Amelie, and Sweeny Todd.
Different people were going into rooms in different houses, and there was blood splattered all over some of these rooms. People were investigating something, I don’t remember what. I think it was these people sort of like in Sweeny Todd where they kept killing people. I’m not sure if they slit people’s throats like in the movie. They might have. I can’t remember.
This guy and girl, probably where the Amelie movie popped in, were trying to get together, but the people that had been murdering all the other people had to murder them. They tried to avoid it and finally there’s this final bit where they’re in a room, and it’s almost similar to a shot in the movie, only she’s resting her head on him instead of the other way around. So, he’s lying there, and the girl knows she has to stab him, or the other people in the room will. It’s like they “have” to, they’re standing in the room watching her, and there’s no way for them to escape.
So anyway, the girl shoves this like spike thing in the guy’s abdomen (and he doesn’t squirm, scream, or make any indication that this hurts him), she crawls on him, and stabs herself with either the same spike thing or a different one, I’m not sure. And like him, she doesn’t give any sign that it hurts or anything.
I remember wanting to cry.
I was extremely disturbed by this.
Where the fuck did it come from?

I just watched Amelie yesterday, it was a great movie. Not even the fact that it was French and I had to read all the dialogue in English subtitles subtracted from how much I liked it. It was quirky and strange.

But, I haven’t seen Sweeny Todd for months, so where the Hell did it come from?

And why am I having disturbing dreams now? I haven’t had bad dreams my entire life. Some of them were a little strange, but they were never creepy and they never made me want to cry. Go figure.

That was awful.

Okay so, I had the worst dream ever. Well, that I’ve ever had anyway.

I had a dream that I had had not even half a beer at work. Then, I was in the next town, I remember it being near dusk, and I remember driving past houses on these big hills. Well it was more like a cliff and I saw these houses that were really skinny and tall, like the ones near the lake that get shoved in really close together, only they were on this ledge thing that I was looking at.

Anyway, next I remember being at a bizarre store and seeing Duran Duran manga (lol), and these plants sitting out like they were going to get thrown away. Well, after that,  I hadn’t been in my car for two seconds when some cop pulled me over. In the dream I wasn’t worried since I’d only had half a beer, hours ago. I was even joking around with the cop while waiting for the breath test to come through. Then it came through this little printer, but he didn’t have a police car, he had an SUV, and the back of it was closed, but the printer was arranged so that the paper would come out without the back of the suv having to be open. Anyway, it came through the printer and it said I tested twice the limit.

I was like,  How is that possible, I only had one drink, there is no way that is right” and the cop was like “Well, that’s what it says!”. And he drove me home.

But I didn’t have the room I have here, I had a room kind of like Missy’s, only there was a bunk bed in there. I was sitting on the bottom bawling my eyes out. I was like, If I didn’t think I was screwed before, I am  now…

I actually had to sit in bed for at least five minutes to figure out this was a dream. It was weird but it felt so real…

Prom?

Okay.

So, the other day I had a dream that I was at a prom in this giant gymnasium thing. I was wearing the dress I wore at my senior prom, but I was also wearing black fishnet arm covers and the shirt I got at the Styx concert. I was apparently wearing the shirt because I hadn’t been able to find a bra to wear with my dress, which has small spaghetti straps. I danced around for a while. Then I told a friend (don’t remember who they were) I was tired of wearing a shirt to cover up the fact that I couldn’t find the right bra.

So I went back up to my room. Which, apparently it was like the college dorms. It was this huge apartment building which had tons of dorm style rooms. I went up to mine, tried to f ind a decent bra, and finally decided that the dress straps would give me enough support so I wouldn’t need a bra.

The last thing I remember was checking my makeup in the mirror that was in this dorm type room.

Big orchard and cats.

I had a couple of fairly strange dreams last night. I woke up at about 4 or 5 to use the bathroom, and I’m fairly certain that I had these dreams either right before I got up, or after I got back to bed.

Anyway. The first one. It was a cross between a big orchard looking place and a junkyard. The junk wasn’t overwhelming but there was a lot of it, they might have been a place that sold scrap metal. But there were also lots of trees. I remember a lot of big open, blue sky with white fluffy clouds.  There was this house, some of it was antique-ish in a nice way, but some was just too old. I remember being in a kitchen, pantry type place and they had a tiny fridge that would only fit a six pack of beer, it looked like it was really old. I liked the feeling of that room.

The entire place kinda seemed like it would be by an interstate. Like, there was a lot of stuff there, but beyond it was a whole lot of empty space. I think there was some guy there that I was goofing off with outside. Like childish stuff, throwing stuff at each other, chasing each other around the yard. Fun goofy stuff like that.

It was fucking weird.

Okay. So the second dream I had, I apparently had rescued two cats. One was really little. So I was letting the bigger one roam around my room. Our landlord doesn’t allow pets, so I was thinking about what on earth we were going to do with them. Find a way to keep them or give them away or something.

Well, the other kitty, the really small one, fell in this little hole in my room floor that I don’t actually have. I was able to get it out. It turns out the hole had been somewhere near a heater or something because the kitten didn’t get cold or anything, it stayed nice and warm. I think it was actually wearing a little pink kitty vest or something. I remember it being really light in my room for some reason, like the lightbulbs in the light fixture were about three times as bright as they normally are.

I have no idea where any of this shit came from.

Simon Baker.

Okay. I had a dream about Simon Baker. I was sitting on the floor doing something, and he was standing, looking at something on the wall. That kinda put his bum at my eye level. I glanced over because… well because. He’s got a cute bum. xD But then he noticed and gave me a playful smack over the head. And I went “WELL, HOW CAN I NOT LOOK, IT’S RIGHT THERE!” xD

Weird.

Okay. It’s been ages since I’ve had anything to put down here, but last night I swear to god I had like three dreams that I remembered.

In the first dream, my dad was taking pills from a bottle that had my name on it. My mom, brother and myself were telling him not to, but he kind of laughed and said something related to no (I can’t remember exactly) and did it anyway.

For the second one.. Okay. In real lifeThere was this girl I worked with who moved to another state. Before she moved, I got her email address, and I just recently found the paper she wrote it on. So, in this dream, she and I were on some cross country adventure. We stopped at either her house, or a reletive of hers to chill for a while. We got ready to leave, and for some reason, on the back porch, everyone’s shoes were there. Except there was this huge pile of them, and they were all sandals and those sorts of shoes. In the dream I apparently wore these pink flip flops, and when I went to put them on, I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t fit. Then I realized that somebody in the house had the same shoes as me, only they were three sizes bigger than my shoes.

For the third, my family and I were sitting at the dinner table, but we weren’t eating. All of a sudden, my brother turns away from me and pukes. Then I said something like “Oh, he’s sick, I guess now we aren’t going to so and so”, wherever we were going to go.  I told my brother about it this morning and he said once when we were little, we were going to go to Chuck E Cheese’s and he got sick, but we went anyway. I didn’t remember that, but whatever.

Heroes and Def Leppard.

So. In this dream, I was in a wal-mart type store. I had just walked in and I swear to god Rick Allen was there. I gave him a big smile and I think he was about to hug me, and I swear to god it looked like he had both arms. I didn’t hug him because I was holding something, but he wasn’t like offended.

The next bit, I think was in the store too. I saw Masi Oka, the actor that plays Hiro on the tv show “Heroes” and I was talking with him and a couple other people. He said he got really annoyed when people called actors by their character names. I agreed, and I said I would only call an actor by a character name if I didn’t know his real name. That was all I remember of what we talked about, though.

So the next bit, I was looking at this discount rack, and there was this tall, pretty blue glass that I looked at a bit but put back. Near me was like the holiday discounted stuff, and I kept seeing Masi there like peeking out from behind the aisles.

Pretty bizarre. Although compared to my weird sci fi dream this one is normal. xD But it’s weird how I can listen to Queen for like an hour before I go to bed and still dream about another band. xD

Bathtubs, palm conditions, and etc.

Okay. So I normally bathe during the day or in the morning, but rarely before bed like I did last night.

So, in this dream, I was taking a bath. But I was in a place that looked like my  high school, but where the kitchen would be, there were rows and rows of bathtubs. Like, when I was done with my bath, I remember having to step through about five other bathtubs to get out of there.

Then, in the lunch room, some artsy thing was going on. People had art stuff scattered all over the tables. Someone was talking about Taylor Swift, watching something on tv about her maybe, and on tv she was talking about people she’d worked with. I remember saying under my breath how she’s basically got no talent her working with Def Leppard is just about the worst thing to happen to rock music. I mean who wants a whiny emo under the cover of country music? COUNTRY.

Stuff like that.

So then I see this tv that’s on Vh1 Classic, and there is a non existant song playing on it called palm condition. Think along the lines of Kool and the Gang.

When I woke up, my entire right hand was numb. xD