Lately

(I want to revive this blog. Even if it's just an exercise to keep me writing.)

I've been dreaming about babies a lot lately. Probably a combination of several very close friends being about to give birth/just recently gave birth. But I think part of it is also because of all the new lifestyle changes that Jacob and I have been making lately. We're both trying to be more healthy, more positive, more courageous. Some of the babies I dream about must be a symbol of those new ideas.

It's also part of the vicious broody cycle...

Feeling broody --> Dreams about babies --> Feeling broody --> Dreams about babies --> etc.

"Why are you building a time machine? I'm right here. Just kiss me, dammit." --Jacob Chapman, as George Washington

Goal (which is dependent on the ability to control dreams):
Have a make-out dream about every American president.

One down, forty-three to go.

More snippets of dreamage

- Teaching Ronald Weasley how to pirouette.

- Killing the White Witch in a bathtub in a cheap hotel, in this totally gruesome battle involving giant pencils, spears, bead curtains, and fishnets. She wouldn't die and I kept having to stab her over and over and over.

- Befriending a talking pelican from London on the shores of a lake in Yellowstone, who turned out to be a man, and I had to keep tap-dancing in Safeway to keep him from turning back into a pelican.

- Beckah needing a costume to go to a party at our old Parkside Place apartments in Fremont at the last minute, so I suggested she go as a zombie. We ripped up the clothes she happened to have on, and then went outside and smeared dirt all over them. It was a great idea, except Oma and Opa pointed out that it ruined the only outfit she had.

- I'm friends with Zac Efron. I've been having dreams about this for weeks now. We've taken a humanities class together with our mutual friend Danny, and hid in a residential area from the authorities, who were mad that we stole a Little Mermaid poster. I keep thinking of adding Zac as a friend on facebook before remembering that we're not ACTUALLY friends.

Dream blur(b)s

Tuesday, July 14th: I was extremely pregnant, but still had until October before I was due. I started having what I thought were contractions, and had to drive myself to the closest emergency room, in Idaho Falls. I was really scared, but it turned out that it was just standard pain that comes with pregnancy (?). My mom, who turned out to have a degree in "Pharmacy" which I'd forgotten about, was the main source of comfort and stability...the voice of reason in my pregnancy-induced panic. [Look up "pregnant" on the online Dream Symbols dictionary--link to the right--and this dream is pretty neat.]


Wednesday, July 15th: Michael Jackson and I were hanging out in an LDS Church building with my family in Virginia. (As in from when my family lived in Virginia.) It was before he got super-dooper weird...he was frozen at around the time that "Off the Wall" was released. We skipped Sunday school because A) we needed to go to the Broulims Bakery to help a lady order a cake, and B) he didn't want to deal with all the publicity. We were really really close friends, and a lady in the foyer thought we were recently married, and we just went with it to avoid trying to explain that we weren't. It was difficult, because I knew and he knew that he was going to die soon, but I enjoyed being close to him while we had the time.


Thursday, July 16th: I was suddenly a contestant on this season of "So You Think You Can Dance." We were all supposed to act like I'd been there the whole time, and everyone (Mia, Nigel, etc.) was too busy to really sit down with me and explain everything. So I just depended on the cast. Jason and I got to be good friends, except one night he kept trying to kiss me. I finally let him, just to get him to stop, but then...I didn't want to stop. Except I did stop, because Twitch was in the room and he was clearly jealous. I'm apparently one hot commodity in my dreams.



Friday, July 17th: Dad and I were keeping a dinosaur egg under the old school bus that was in our yard. We knew it was a Tyrannosaurus Rex because of the rate at which the egg was growing, and because of the paisley pattern on its shell. About 4 days before the egg was to hatch, I panicked and realized what a terrible idea it was to raise a T-Rex. But Dad would have none of it. So instead, I planned a picnic at "R mountain" with my sisters, but we got distracted by the fact that one of the "winning youtube videos" in the latest issue of Newsweek was of some of my friends here at BYU-Idaho.

Make-out Mix-ups

Just a funny little dream. Beckah and I were on some kind of double-date, never mind the details, because I can’t remember them. Well, at the end of the date, the activity planned was “making out.” You know how you plan…meal, trip to the sand dunes, movie? Well, our date plan was meal, something, make out. Except when it got to that point, we somehow accidentally…switched partners, and I found myself snogging with Evan Kasprzak of this season of “So You Think You Can Dance.” It was pleasant for a few minutes and then I pulled away and said “Wait, hold on. I don’t think I’m supposed to be making out with you. You’re too short.” I turned to Beckah and her date, Jordan, but when I made the comment about Evan being too short, Jordan just looked at me like “So am I. Way to be sensitive about height.” Then I woke up.

Always get free texting...just in case.

I was trapped in a basement, where some bad guys had kidnapped and trapped the spirit of Spencer W. Kimball. And the only way that he could escape/be set free is if Addison or Jillian of the Playmill Cast of 2009 texted me. But I couldn't text either of them. So I was trying desperately to somehow "use" the spirit of Spencer W. Kimball to send them both telepathic messages so they would know they had to text me. Finally, Addison DID! It was something trivial and irrelevant to the desperate situation we were in, but nevertheless it saved the day, and the spirit of Spencer W. Kimball was set free.

This could be a film as famous as Casablanca

Ok... My dreams:

1. I dreamed that I was hiking up this snowy mountain. Suddenly I heard this terrible roar. I looked and above this snowy mound I saw a huge killer whale! It was beached on the top of the mountain. It opened it's mouth and lifted it's tail at me. I was so frightened but also really thrilled. SO I ran and called for help and called for anyone with a camera. And who came to my rescue? David Walker. He holds me and comforts me. We almost have a "moment" and then he looks and me and say, "So how does it feel to be attracted to a gay man?" And I reply with, "Like every other man I can't have."

2. I don't remember much of this. I do know that I was on a really tall tower and I had to jump off and an eagle would catch me. Then somehow I dreamed about pregnant dragons. To show that they were pregnant I showed the doctor used tampons which he opened up and and inside were another, smaller used tampon which clearly indicates pregnancy. 

I don't have a lot of time to sleep, let alone dream, but when I do... As Julia says, "I'd like to take a trip in your imagination some time."