I dreamt last night that Steven Spielburg and I where laying on some grass watching the stars. I am not sure what happened before that, but I am sure something had.
"I like flying real high," I said sitting up, "because when you do, even in the day light, it looks like your close to space. You know what I mean? The sky looks shades darker in the center!" and he agreed. He then stared to kiss someone next to me who was also lying down, then me.
Alien Spaceships flew overhead. They look a little like the Tron ships with the long legs, only gray and slightly off. There was also some part that stuck out, I think, to the left of them. As I recall, we started talking about them, but I cannot recall what.
I think I remember walking by this building and looking at the ships. They meant something, but not sure what.
I woke up, looked at the clock, went back to sleep. THIS DREAM: I was in an IKEA, only they sold clothes. I had to take a long train to get there, but was happy to do it.
I went right to the sales rack and found that they were getting in a new lines of clothes as I walked back, so my size was not there OR the helpers were taking it away from me. I remember not being happy about it and hating what I could try on. As I got dressed I heard the helpers making fun of how fat I looked. Feeling bad, I started to leave.
"Don't leave," they said, "We'll be nice. Can we do anything for you?" they both asked. "Yea," I said, "I need a job. Got any openings?" Suddenly, a woman with short blond hair came out. She looked a little familiar. She looked over my resume, and was vary happy I had it with me.
"Thats a smart thing, who taught you do to this?" Sh asked. I tried ti answer, but this other man did for me, saying it must have been from a class.
She then looked at the last column of my resume and said "Why is it blank?" I looked and realized that it said "No Mean Man of Error." I explained as much, and she excepted. Oh, did I mention that instead of listing classes I took, my resume listed the percentage of how well I did. When the woman was looking at it, I was SURE she'd copy it down wrong. Well, she said she had all the into she needed.
"Keep the resume, I have several copies!" and she did, and I walked out. Only, when I did, I realized that I was wearing green flip flops instead of my regular shoes. I went back, tried to find the right ones. Once I did I held them up and laughed. Thats when I woke up.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Movies
I was in a movie. Only, the movie felt real to everyone else around me. So, my job was to help the other people do what THEY were supposed to. I seem to remember walking around with person who looked like Ann Hathaway.
We were walking up this small street in my home town. As I recall, she was mad that I had to tell her everything. We got to some apartment and she seemed even MORE mad, like I had caused her to forget.
Them, suddenly, I am shopping my friend. I saw this yellow tank top that had lace on top, and thin straps. There was a pink one as well.
Then, I am eating in some house. The french fries were cold, but I like them. There were these little boys there. One wanted to terrorize their dad. But it was MY dad instead, and I was terrorizing him. I kept taking my plate and switching mine and his. Then, I don't know who I became, but I asked the boys why they wanted to scare and taunt their dad.
"He wants to know where you are at all times because he loves you. Why do YOU want to know where he is? Is it because you love him too?
One kid stopped running around. He looked like Macaulay Culkin.
One kid stopped running around. He looked like Macaulay Culkin.
"I like to know where he is so I plan my Assaults!" he screamed, holding up a knife. I woke up then.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
New York
I woke up early this morning knowing I had a dream. I could sense the images, but could not remember what they were. I looked at the clock. 6:45. I went back to sleep.
THIS dream I remember clearly. It was winter. My father and I drove up to my old upstate NY apartment so I could move back in. I was esthetic! Once I got inside, I saw my old high school English teacher.
"You should call Comcast of Philly and let them know you're canceling there services!" he advised. I got even happier because I knew that once I did that, I could get IO cable in NY which is MUCH cheaper.
Suddenly, I walk INTO the old apartment and see rat piss and droppings everywhere! But, it was only down this long hall that was attached to my place. When I walked into the actual place, it looked just like it always had. Hardwood floors, nice couch, and coffee table with a rising top. Being inside got me happy again as I thought about moving in my record player and the like.
Suddenly, I am in a van with the same English teacher from before. Only, I am topless. I try to get dressed but turn my body so he can't see the "girls." Suddenly, again, I am walking with someone. Might have been my oldest brother, might have been someone else. All I know is that someone was getting married and my date would meet me at my upstate NY place. As soon as I got there, my oldest brother in the kitchen said "You can't meet that guy with all that rat crap everywhere! Go Clean it!"
OH, and boats were in there somewhere. Not sure how they fit in, but...somewhere.
THIS dream I remember clearly. It was winter. My father and I drove up to my old upstate NY apartment so I could move back in. I was esthetic! Once I got inside, I saw my old high school English teacher.
"You should call Comcast of Philly and let them know you're canceling there services!" he advised. I got even happier because I knew that once I did that, I could get IO cable in NY which is MUCH cheaper.
Suddenly, I walk INTO the old apartment and see rat piss and droppings everywhere! But, it was only down this long hall that was attached to my place. When I walked into the actual place, it looked just like it always had. Hardwood floors, nice couch, and coffee table with a rising top. Being inside got me happy again as I thought about moving in my record player and the like.
Suddenly, I am in a van with the same English teacher from before. Only, I am topless. I try to get dressed but turn my body so he can't see the "girls." Suddenly, again, I am walking with someone. Might have been my oldest brother, might have been someone else. All I know is that someone was getting married and my date would meet me at my upstate NY place. As soon as I got there, my oldest brother in the kitchen said "You can't meet that guy with all that rat crap everywhere! Go Clean it!"
OH, and boats were in there somewhere. Not sure how they fit in, but...somewhere.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sisters and dishes.
I was at my fathers place. He, and my stepmother, had a child. Instead of her being a baby, she was a tall, skinny, dark haired, and tan teenager. All throughout the dream she refused to do her chores, or homework.
I went into the bathroom to do some business when she came in and started complaining.
"Ya know, I used to wash his dishes!" I said, "Yep, when we first moved here I asked were the dish washer was. He said 'It's your two hands,' So I washed. I used to do a terrible job so he would have to do them. Oh, and he would walk by and criticize how I washed them. So, I would then to say 'If you have notes, do them yourself!' and thats when he'd usually shut up." Mind you, while all this was going on, I was "using" the bathroom. I finally cleaned up, and got out. I them remember getting a text from a friend, but it was in some funny font that I could not make out. I was standing by this table where my stepmother and father sat. My stepmother asked, "Are you going to see your friends tonight?" I thought about it, but realized that they recently moved too far away for a dinner thing. "They moved, I moved, and we still go to the same diner?" I thought. I was going to text them back, but I realized that not only do they not send txts, they also could not really do anything that night...so..I let it go. And thats...that, I guess.
I went into the bathroom to do some business when she came in and started complaining.
"Ya know, I used to wash his dishes!" I said, "Yep, when we first moved here I asked were the dish washer was. He said 'It's your two hands,' So I washed. I used to do a terrible job so he would have to do them. Oh, and he would walk by and criticize how I washed them. So, I would then to say 'If you have notes, do them yourself!' and thats when he'd usually shut up." Mind you, while all this was going on, I was "using" the bathroom. I finally cleaned up, and got out. I them remember getting a text from a friend, but it was in some funny font that I could not make out. I was standing by this table where my stepmother and father sat. My stepmother asked, "Are you going to see your friends tonight?" I thought about it, but realized that they recently moved too far away for a dinner thing. "They moved, I moved, and we still go to the same diner?" I thought. I was going to text them back, but I realized that not only do they not send txts, they also could not really do anything that night...so..I let it go. And thats...that, I guess.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Music
I dreamt that I was walking across a field. But the grass was made of red straws, or something. There was a lake to the right of me with a small concrete brick wall to block it. When I got inside the building I was walking to, I was suddenly someone else: My friend, Knux. Someone came up to me and said "You need a new laptop. Your Dell is OLD"
I remember walking to meet a college counselor. The stairs I walked up looked amazing. They went up high, reaching a peak. When I went back down, I noticed that everything I touched made music. Suddenly, I was making music that sounded like Privet I music. I loved it so much that I made sure to tap everything around me to hear it.
I know there is more to this dream, but I forget. Darn it.
I remember walking to meet a college counselor. The stairs I walked up looked amazing. They went up high, reaching a peak. When I went back down, I noticed that everything I touched made music. Suddenly, I was making music that sounded like Privet I music. I loved it so much that I made sure to tap everything around me to hear it.
I know there is more to this dream, but I forget. Darn it.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Brothers
I went back to sleep and dreamt this:
Twin brothers were in a feud. They looked like Alex Delarge from A Clockwork Orange. The evil twin had done something terrible and had been trying to frame his brother for the crime. He took all sorts of pictures of him around their apartment to show that he was at home, and not out. One picture had him on top of a huge pile of stuffed animals in a closet near the empty bookshelves.
I, seeing all this, was getting mad. So I tried to stop the evil twins actions, but nothing worked. Then I realized that the walls of the stuffed animal picture had been rainbow colored, and now they were white. So, I took the nice brother into the hall and asked "Would that really save his case in court?" As I talked though, I realized that the evil brother was listing behind the DOOR! So I ran to stop him and grabbed the phone he was using. Only, it was not just a phone. IT was his WHOLE forearm! I had PULLED it off! He screamed, and then I woke up. Usually it's the other way around, but not today.
Oh, and before that I dreamt of a fridge that could play music. It was neon colored and on the door you could choose the type of music you wanted to hear. I chose Doo wop, then Queen. It was nice.
Twin brothers were in a feud. They looked like Alex Delarge from A Clockwork Orange. The evil twin had done something terrible and had been trying to frame his brother for the crime. He took all sorts of pictures of him around their apartment to show that he was at home, and not out. One picture had him on top of a huge pile of stuffed animals in a closet near the empty bookshelves.
I, seeing all this, was getting mad. So I tried to stop the evil twins actions, but nothing worked. Then I realized that the walls of the stuffed animal picture had been rainbow colored, and now they were white. So, I took the nice brother into the hall and asked "Would that really save his case in court?" As I talked though, I realized that the evil brother was listing behind the DOOR! So I ran to stop him and grabbed the phone he was using. Only, it was not just a phone. IT was his WHOLE forearm! I had PULLED it off! He screamed, and then I woke up. Usually it's the other way around, but not today.
Oh, and before that I dreamt of a fridge that could play music. It was neon colored and on the door you could choose the type of music you wanted to hear. I chose Doo wop, then Queen. It was nice.
Pools.
Another day, another dream.
There is more to this dream then I remember. But what I do remember is interesting.
I was sitting on the edge of an indoor pool. I was wearing a red lace bra under a tank top and not much else. There was a floor to ceiling beam on my left that made my spot more like a special seat. An old high school friend swam by and asked "How do you feel being pregnant?"
"I'm not pregnant!" I said.
"Then why did you go to the nurse?"
"Because I felt nauseated." Then, everyone was called out of the pool. Even though I didn't swim, I kept looking for my blue towel. So I swam to other side of the pool and looked for it. Suddenly, I am in a house, not a pool. Then, a park. I saw someone and asked them about my towel. Only now, I wanted my gloves, not a towel.
"Oh, all the classes have it's own special gloves now, even the cooking class you're in!" I don't recall who said this, but I seem to remember it being an aunt or uncle. Did I mention we were standing by a bare leaved bush in Edgemont Park? This sticks out in my mind.
Suddenly, again, I am in an apartment and I know it's Friday. I see the TV on and think about weekend plans.
Suddenly, a third time, I am in the back of a car being driven to the pool by Arnold Shortman (from Hey Arnold) and Gerald. Funny thing is, we were driving european style, by mountains! I don't know why, but we were racing to get there but all these purple cars kept getting in the way! I think in this instance I WAS pregnant, and Helga! This about when I woke up.
There is more to this dream then I remember. But what I do remember is interesting.
I was sitting on the edge of an indoor pool. I was wearing a red lace bra under a tank top and not much else. There was a floor to ceiling beam on my left that made my spot more like a special seat. An old high school friend swam by and asked "How do you feel being pregnant?"
"I'm not pregnant!" I said.
"Then why did you go to the nurse?"
"Because I felt nauseated." Then, everyone was called out of the pool. Even though I didn't swim, I kept looking for my blue towel. So I swam to other side of the pool and looked for it. Suddenly, I am in a house, not a pool. Then, a park. I saw someone and asked them about my towel. Only now, I wanted my gloves, not a towel.
"Oh, all the classes have it's own special gloves now, even the cooking class you're in!" I don't recall who said this, but I seem to remember it being an aunt or uncle. Did I mention we were standing by a bare leaved bush in Edgemont Park? This sticks out in my mind.
Suddenly, again, I am in an apartment and I know it's Friday. I see the TV on and think about weekend plans.
Suddenly, a third time, I am in the back of a car being driven to the pool by Arnold Shortman (from Hey Arnold) and Gerald. Funny thing is, we were driving european style, by mountains! I don't know why, but we were racing to get there but all these purple cars kept getting in the way! I think in this instance I WAS pregnant, and Helga! This about when I woke up.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Mafia
The school Chaplain was sitting across from me enjoying the most delicious herb-incrusted steak known to man. Like me, he was taking the time to savor the rarity, the juiciness, and the absolutely evil layer of fat that was too good to pass up.
"I got a call once," he said between bites, "I was offered a car. 'What kind of car?' I asked. 'Any kind you wish Father.' Of Course, that car would have been stolen. You should never take anything from them. Because once you do, you are theirs. They could ask you do ANYTHING at ANY time and you cannot refuse. In the old days they didn't touch priests. But today? Forget about it! No Respect! NONE! " My mouth dropped, eyes going wider then the plate of heavily food that sat in front of me. I had known this man for years yet he never once mentioned this shocking connection. Of course, when I had met him I was attending the school he was Chaplain of, so information like this would not have been let out. But that did nothing to diminish the surprised feeling that was washing over me at the moment.
"Someone I know has connections to the mob-the Mafia!" I thought to myself. This was so astonishing that, even though I had finished eating without thinking of it, it had entered my mind.
Yep, ladies and gents, I dreamt of the Mafia.
They were after me. I don't know why, and I cannot recall if an official hit had been put on me. All I knew was that the best dressed Wise Guys were going to rub me out! I felt completely scared, guys all around me, waiting. Then, out of nowhere I see Ellen Page! I Got the sense from her that she could either help me, or was in the same boat as I was.
Thinking of it now, she must have been just as doomed. The last thing I remember is feeling half awake, the image of a suit hanging over me My arms tingled, my mind screaming "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" And then, my eyes opened. The Inn room were I was staying was dark and I realized that I was safe. Scared, but safe. My face was cold, but slowly warming up. To calm myself I checked e-mail, played a short online game of balloon popping and then went bad. Thankfully, I didn't dream of the Mafia again.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Crazy Dreams
Hello and Welcome,
I don't expect people to read this other then those who might catch my link on Facebook. So why blog then? Because I have crazy dreams and I want to keep a record of them! Once I post a new status on ye olde book of face, the dream of which I had posted about is now buried and will soon be lost in the millions of other updates we call "Life." So I'll use this space to post about my most recent crazy dreams. Beware. It's not pretty, nor will it make sense.
Oh, and a note about grammar and spelling. I try (to the best of my ability) to write well. But because this is a dream journal where I'll simply get down the latest party on the hippocampus my grammar and spelling won't be top notch; more middle to lower notch actually.
So here goes my first dream post. 9AM:
Jerry Sienfield was going to leave his show for a few months and I was sad. So, at his going away dinner (that was right next to ocean. In fact, there was some wall to keep it out) I remember hugging him and then he left with bags in hand. But, after he did I realized that I never said goodbye, OR told him how much his show meant to me. So after telling the people at the table I realized I should go tell HIM. So, me and a bunch people flap our arms and FLY to California where Jerry was. Did not find him, so we flew back. What was funny about Cali though, was that all the streets were covered in fake wood paneling with doorways at each curb. The numbers and names of each street were done in large silver characters on the top of each doorway.
Suddenly, I am driving AND riding a bike at the same time trying to get to my father's place. Yet, all I see are signs for Philly, and thats not were I am headed. SO...I get lost...find my friend Bobby and try get help from him, but his angry mother kicks me out before I have the chance. So I leave..and try to fly again, but can't get as high. In fact, I can't even get much off the ground. I see his mother answering the front door and see bums and poor people outside..but she says something to ward them off and then I wake up.
I don't expect people to read this other then those who might catch my link on Facebook. So why blog then? Because I have crazy dreams and I want to keep a record of them! Once I post a new status on ye olde book of face, the dream of which I had posted about is now buried and will soon be lost in the millions of other updates we call "Life." So I'll use this space to post about my most recent crazy dreams. Beware. It's not pretty, nor will it make sense.
Oh, and a note about grammar and spelling. I try (to the best of my ability) to write well. But because this is a dream journal where I'll simply get down the latest party on the hippocampus my grammar and spelling won't be top notch; more middle to lower notch actually.
So here goes my first dream post. 9AM:
Jerry Sienfield was going to leave his show for a few months and I was sad. So, at his going away dinner (that was right next to ocean. In fact, there was some wall to keep it out) I remember hugging him and then he left with bags in hand. But, after he did I realized that I never said goodbye, OR told him how much his show meant to me. So after telling the people at the table I realized I should go tell HIM. So, me and a bunch people flap our arms and FLY to California where Jerry was. Did not find him, so we flew back. What was funny about Cali though, was that all the streets were covered in fake wood paneling with doorways at each curb. The numbers and names of each street were done in large silver characters on the top of each doorway.
Suddenly, I am driving AND riding a bike at the same time trying to get to my father's place. Yet, all I see are signs for Philly, and thats not were I am headed. SO...I get lost...find my friend Bobby and try get help from him, but his angry mother kicks me out before I have the chance. So I leave..and try to fly again, but can't get as high. In fact, I can't even get much off the ground. I see his mother answering the front door and see bums and poor people outside..but she says something to ward them off and then I wake up.
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