Scary...

I had this dream a few nights ago while we were still in Roatan. It is one of many that night, but it was definitely the most lasting.

I was living and working in some sort of Institution for mental patients or something. I was standing in a small room, wearing a white cotton dress, holding a bunch of keys. I walk to a door, and just as I reach it, it opens, and a frenzied looking man comes in and looks at me. He asks for the keys, but they're not in my hand anymore, and as he stands there looking at me, the Joker comes into the room. His face is white, but his scars are barely visible on his cheeks. His greenish hair hangs down to his shoulders, and he's wearing a kind of army green jumpsuit covered with patches. I was so frightened I backed into a corner and slid down the wall and sat there holding my knees to my chest. Then the Joker started talking, and bringing people into the room one by one, and he would kill them, and I would have to write on a white board how they died. Once there was an old man with glasses in a wheelchair, and while he was talking he suddenly started coughing and sputtering until he choked and died. Spittle was running down his mouth, and the Joker laughed and told me to write that down. I wrote, "choked as a good idea."

Then the Joker turned on the warden, and forced him down onto his knees. He held his neck and pushed his face down toward the floor and held a knife against his neck. He started chanting "I was an honest man" and other strange and horrible rhyming lines louder and louder in the warden's ear while I sat by. Then he had me put my hand to the warden's neck, and it was wet and sticky, and it came away red.

When the warden was dead, the Joker looked up at me and laughed, and I knew that he was going to cut my face to look like his, and just as he came towards me, I woke up.

I wish my dreams weren't so stressful...

I hardly slept at all last night, but when I did my dreams were very rushed and stressful.

I was on the side of an abandoned road, where there was a river with a couple of trees nearby and then a big hill with lots of brown grass going off in the distance. Behind me there was a huge semi parked, with two old wooden boxcars attached behind. I had my friend Lisa's baby with me (Jonas), but at some point I saw Melissa and one of her friends from school climbing the hill with Jonas. Then I had Jonas with me, and I was carrying him in one arm and I had another little boy in my other arm. He had brown hair, and he was probably about three years old, and he had silver braces with silver bands, and I remember thinking that that was weird because he was so young. I was following my friend Lisa over behind the semi when this huge steel robot man came out of nowhere and starting shooting at us with a futuristic laser gun. We ran to the last boxcar and went inside, and as Lisa was taking care of the kids I found a large laser gun on a bunch of old sacks and picked it up and started turning all these knobs and buttons to turn it on and make it stronger. I go outside and start shooting at the robot man, and at first every time I hit him he would flinch and squirm and cry out. When I stopped, however, he laughed and then I realized that he was just toying with us and that I couldn't hurt him at all. He shot at me again but I managed to dodge it. So then I pointed the gun at him and held down the trigger, and that seemed to work. He backed up against a tree, and as I held the laser to him he started to shudder, and then all of a sudden his legs got all hazy and then bent outward at the hip, and he dropped down and hid arms came in and he was small and roundish. He came at me again, and so I let go and held down the trigger again, and he moved past me and stopped next to the boxcar. It looked like there was some kind of thick nylon net around him, and the area around him started to glow and expand. I knew what was coming next, so I called to Lisa and we hopped into the boxcar and protected the children while the robot exploded outside. When we went back out, the robot was a small ball of melting metal, and somehow Lisa managed to tie it up in the net and then she threw it in the river. I watched it and it went a short ways, and then bounced up onto the shore again. I went over to it, picked it up, and threw it in the river again, further, and I stood and watched it float away. Though some part of me knew that it wasn't over yet.

Wow, sorry this is long. Only a bit more. So then we were driving on the highway in the semi, and I was in the last boxcar watching behind us. I looked up and suddenly there was a huge dead reddish steer flying through the air, and I knew that it was supposed to land in front of us but we were driving too fast and so it landed behind us. I watched it hit the highway and then roll and the other cars try to avoid it. So then right behind us there was a huge cement mixing truck, and behind that another semi. The semi behind all of a sudden started going really fast, and hit the cement truck so that the cement truck came and hit us in the rear. We managed to go faster and get away from them, but then a huge truck carrying gasoline drove right by us and sprayed us with gas. Then a couple of fire trucks went by and for some reason they carried gas too, and they sprayed us. I was really afraid because I knew that they were going to set us on fire, when...

We pull into this tiny tourist town, with lots of little Old West shops selling ribbons and post cards and taffy, and we all pile out and go into our friend Rachel's house, where she's just setting out tea and scones for us. We all sit down and I eat a bit of scone, wondering what's going to happen to us.

Then I woke up.

A dream I finally don't understand and rather abstract! Maybe we can analyze it?!

So of course I don't remember how his dream starts. It was Christmas time again and my brother had something really cool planned for me. ALL my family was over. I mean there were tons of people around my house. While I was in the kitchen I suddenly noticed all this haze covering our living room floor. My brother started throwing a fit because I guess he had hidden dry ice under a trap door (that doesn't exist in real life) and had it timed to go off Christmas morning as this big attractive way for me to find my present. 

Well I found myself in that trap door trying to fix something and noticed my present was not very well wrapped. The box said "DC shoes" all over it and peeping out from the edges looked like blue galoshes. I was only slightly disappointed because I already own blue galoshes. So I opened it up to see and in fact it was a black pair of DC shoes that were not very feminine. I tried them on and despite how big they looked, they were uncomfortably small. I thought, I bet these will look better than i think because nothing looks very good from looking downward on yourself. As I went to put them away so I could act surprised on Christmas morning one of my little cousins pokes his head around the door. Then another. Soon half of my family is standing there curious to why I'm getting into the presents. But my brother wasn't there an I pleaded that no one tell him. Then all my cousins were running down the stairs to the basement (and this is mostly weird to me) and I slapped my 16ish year old 2nd cousin, Victoria, on the bum. Then I climbed up the stairs and found my dad and uncle chatting with.... second look... DUSTIN HOFFMAN! I yelled that into his face. "That's an aggressive hello" he said with a weak smile. He wasn't particularly thrilled with meeting this kind of a fan over Christmas break so I politely introduced myself and left. I kept hoping that he would like me, or the house, or something. I figured he was friends with my uncle Danny. 

K this dream is long, I apologize, I will try and make it shorter. So... I ended up seeing myself as a young girl with really long luscious Ariel hair. She climbed onto a bus. It was like a home video but there were actual people before us.My cousins and i were all commenting on who had the best hair. 

Then I was trying to build a fire for my family with very little resources. They were all chiding me. I got really mad at my dad and tried to hit him but it's a dream, and that's impossible. So I tied again and ended up saying, "I want to hit you really hard."

I'm not sure how the fire worked out because what I remember next is that we were in a virtual world because we were all loserishly playing video games. I decided I wanted to stop playing and started to walk out and noticed that I was going to have a long wait because Davey, Hannah, and my friend from high school, Brianna, were ahead of me. Brianna and Hannah Merrill were chatting like old friends and Brianna commented on how pregnant she looked. Davey looked uncomfortable but somehow I knew he was married to someone else who was pregnant. Hannah did not look pregnant. She was as skinny as Jessica was during Caucasian Chalk Circle performances, aka skinny. Brianna had this cute mom haircut and was apologizing to hannah for treating her like a skank before she was pregnant. BUT the weird thing was that Hannah was NOT married. So I'm not sure how that worked out. But apparently getting pregnant had turned her around and made her a really good girl. 

Needless to say I woke up. I wanted to be mad at my alarm, but I set it so church music plays and you can't get mad a church music.

I just had a dream where I was fighting some black guy in a bar and grill becuase he was shamelessly videotaping my senile old grandmother and laughing.  Then I was trying to converse in Russian with Mexicans and all I know in spanish is where is the bathroom or how much is the handsome cat.  She said I was progressing.  Best dream ever.

The Dance Concert

So you know how us theater junkies have dreams that it is opening night and we don't know our lines or we have to sub for someone and don't know their lines (or the like)? Well I had a similar one about this dance concert. Well apparently NO ONE knew any of the dances and we all agreed to make them up. I thought the easiest way to get away with that was to have a bunch of solos. But of course I had to work with a bunch of amateurs and no one understood. I decided that one of my solos was going to be on point. On top of that I was going to do a bunch of really slow fwetes (spelling?) in a row. Let's just say I didn't know I was so talented. Then i really had to go pee; so I went. But after I went I still felt like I ad to go. I was told that that could be really dangerous. I began to worry that maybe I had a bladder infection or something worse. But I knew the concert needed to happen. So me and a few girls from my collegiate team, Janiece and Caroline, tried to do a dance and watch each other to stay in sync. Needless to say it was disastrous. We got off stage and were changing clothes. They came up to me and were complaining that they couldn't follow m movements. I got really mad at them and slapped Janiece right in the face. But of course in dreams you can't do anything hard. SO I got even more mad that it was a weak slap so I pulled her toward me by her shirt and spat in her face. In response, she leans in and wipes off a something on my nose saying, "Uh you have something on your nose." Immediately clam I replied, "you have something on your face" and wiped my loogie off her face and wiped in on her shirt. When she told me that was gross, I said, "Well it's better than your face!" Now those girls know I love them and in real life that would not happen. (Caroline is on the far right and Janiece just left of her. I am on the far left of course.) But I feel like we can learn that service and love can combat hate better than anything else. This is what it means by "love your enemies". How cool was that dream? 

Space ships, Buzz-cuts, Toddlers

DREAM #1:

All I remember is that we were all going to go see “Wicked,” but couldn’t because the theatre flooded, so we jumped onto a spaceship for a spaghetti dinner instead. Then we realized that half of the people with us were zombies, so we spent about half an hour trying to avoid them and then finally managed to separate from them and lock ourselves into the “escape pod.” Then we realized that the zombies were going to destroy the ship, so we actually had to escape with the escape pod. The problem was we were a little overcrowded by about 4 people, so we took off barely in time, with people not buckled in or still scrambling to even find something to hold on to. Somehow having 4 people too many doomed us to death, so after discussing our options…killing 4 people, sending out a distress signal, etc, we decided to just try and make it back home. It was a big risk, and we knew that if we didn’t make it home within two hours, we would ALL die. So the majority of us gathered in the main room for a Sunday school lesson, just to pass the time. It was kind of a boring lesson, but I was sitting with Jordan and Sarah and Jenny and Annie, so we drew pictures to keep us entertained. Then I noticed this delicious smell and looked around to discover that it was coming from Jordan…he was smoking a cigarette and it was almost gone. I looked at him and smiled and he just said “I’m stressed. Last two hours I might be living, you know?” I said “Pass it over.” I took the almost-finished cigarette from him and just about finished it myself. It tasted like tobacco and caramel, and while I was smoking it, he lit another one. I looked at him and said “When did you start smoking?” He looked at me guiltily and said “Over the summer. It was just really stressful, you know?” I laughed and said “Yeah. That’s when I started too.” So Jordan and I sat and smoked the rest of his carton of caramel Marlboros in Sunday school while we waited to find out if we were going to live through the next few hours.



DREAM #2:

I was biking home from somewhere and noticed a handful of people I didn’t know sitting around on a corner, with Kirby flyers in their hands. I stopped to see if I knew any of them…if any of the old Kirby gang was there, but I didn’t recognize any of their faces. They were waiting for Shadi to come pick them up, so when he and Johnnie came by in the white Kirby van, I hopped in just to say hi. We stopped to drop me off at these apartments where Kathleen was washing her van, and where Jenny was living by herself a few doors down until her baby was born. There was a moment of wondering why Jenny was pregnant, but in one of those dream-moments of clarity I remembered that Jenny didn’t need a husband or even any kind of relationship to have a baby.

I wandered over to what was suddenly my own apartment, where my sister Melissa helped me trim my hair. I decided I wanted to buzz it, but changed my mind halfway through, so just the back was buzzed. We tried to layer the rest, so that it looked like a really close A-line cut, but we knew that really we’d just have to wait for it to grow out.

Then Isha came in and said it was time for me to take her to school, so she and I walked through the woods to her new school. It was the first day she was going, so I had to try and help her find her classroom. Sometimes it was Isha and sometimes it was Beckah that I was helping. We were wandering around South Medford High School, which had all these additions to it, and I realized as I was walking through them that they were actually the kid’s section of the Fremont Main Library. They had apparently just transferred the entire chunk of the building from California to South Medford. They also had a new theatre where the old theatre classroom used to be, which made me cry, it was so beautiful.

We never found the classroom, because apparently it didn’t exist. Beckah said that the whole building smelled of iron and salt, so we left a note on a map on the wall that said “Classroom 151 doesn’t exist. HCl Le.” Apparently we were using the chemical symbols to notify people of the iron and salt smell. I have no idea if that’s correct or not.

My sister stayed at the school, and I walked home again through the woods to the apartments, but on my way, I ran into JD and Melissa Taylor with their son, Shadi and Stacey and their baby (who in reality hasn’t been born yet, but in my dream she was like two), and a handful of other people I didn’t know. They were on a group outing to the park that was just through the woods a little further, but they were stopped because Jaden, the Taylor’s son, was trying to draw their attention to something on the ground. They were leaning over a metal railing, which all of a sudden I remembered was supposed to be decorated for Christmas, so I quickly hung a “Season’s Greetings” sign on it while watching Jaden try to tell JD what it was he wanted.

Apparently Jaden was bizarrely good at communicating for his age, but it wasn’t necessarily in words. He seemed to share this semi-telepathic bond with his parents, but it was hazy and it was only with them. Finally JD figured out that Jaden wanted the seashell that was on the ground next to the railing I was decorating. He picked it up and then all of a sudden we noticed that there were dozens of shells all over. We spent a few minutes picking them up and touching them and playing with them and showing them to the toddlers in our midst. Shadi and Stacey’s daughter got upset because one of the shells was “still alive” so instead of being hard, it was soft and porous on the outside. It really bothered her, so Jasper Cullen came and kindly took it from her and we all kept walking to the park which was just around the bend. The baby girl was upset because she really wanted a shell, but she didn’t want an alive one, so Jasper comforted her by promising that we could all play baseball in the park. I looked at the crowded and sunshiney park, and asked “Uh, can you do that?” He smiled at me and said “Nope.” And so we all went back to the apartments instead, where we tried to distract the toddlers with half a dozen metal folding chairs.

Guess what I dreamed about...

That's right! House. Again. I haven't even watched in forever. Anyway.

I dreamed that I was part of House's team, and that he had left me some notes but I had to take a shower before I went into work. Which shower was apparently on the top bunk of a set of bunk beds. So I took my shower, and then I looked at one of the notes before stuffing it in my pocket, and it had a column of numbers on one side (four numbers, around 450, except that the last number was like 600-and something) and then another column of numbers next to it, about half each number. Except that next to the last number was the word Double, in bold letters. I knew that it had something to do with heart rate and that the last number was mine. There was also what seemed to be a rectangle in the top right corner of the paper, but then I remembered that it was really a kid's drawing of a house, with a little sun and a little fence. (It wasn't until later, when I was telling this dream to Melissa, that she pointed out that there was a picture of a house on the note from House. Ha!)

So then it switched to where I was wearing a school uniform (white shirt and navy trousers) and I had a backpack on, and I was running through a group of buildings. I ran up to this one building, where Bruce Willis (who had bright orange hair) was standing guard, but I said something to him and pulled open the glass doors and ran inside. The building was open and all white and silver, and there was a large sweeping staircase at the far wall and bulletin boards along the walls. There were a few people walking around, and some sort of really nerdy Shia LaBeouf was standing there watching me. He was wearing a white shirt and plaid shorts, and had these thick black glasses on. But I ran past him and there was this other nerdy guy reading one of the bulletin boards (glasses and orange plaid shirt) who looked like a combination of someone famous and the twelve-year-old kid from the weird British show I had watched the night before. He was rather tall, but as I ran past him I jumped up and kissed him and then kept running. He yelled after me, "Hey, was I supposed to kiss you back?" but I just yelled "Don't worry about it!" over my shoulder and ran up the stairs. When I reached the top I went into a two room office (one of the rooms was in front, the other in back) and I went to the back room where Kutner, Taub, and Thirteen were sitting. I sat down with them and I was breathing heavily because I had been running, but I knew that we had to talk about the heart rate thing. So then the nerdy guy that I had kissed came in and sat behind the desk, and told us that he had something that could slow our heart rates down. He took out some white powder and poured it onto the desk and I knew that it was some sort of drug and I was astonished that he would have something like that. He divided it up and sprinkled it onto apple slices and gave them to us all, but I didn't take one. I told him that he was crazy and that he shouldn't be doing this, and that House was sure to find out, but Taub, Kutner, and Thirteen all took a slice and started eating it. I told them that they should stop, and then House came into the front office and started going through drawers and stuff, and the others saw him and just kept eating their apple slices. I knew that they trusted me not to rat them out, because we all knew that House was going to come talk to me individually. I didn't know what I was going to do, and for some reason I kept thinking of nerdy Shia LaBeouf and how I had just run past him, and how he probably would have been a better friend.

Then I woke up.