I was talking with a couple of guys at work about dreams and we got to talking about recurring dreams we had. We found that we shared some school-related dreams. Some I've had:
- I can't remember the combination to my locker. I'm usually in my high school.
- I am so far along in the semester and figure out that I've had my schedule wrong and that I've missed just about every English class (for example) all along. This one seems to be related to the fact that in high school, we had a rotating schedule that you had to keep track of. In these dreams it seems to be both high school and college, or both rolled into one.
I don't seem to have (or at least remember) any recurring dreams that many people have: falling, wanting to scream but nothing coming out... My dreams seem to be more violent. My inadequacy dreams seem to be me trying to hit someone or something but not being able to hit hard enough.
I also have adventurous dreams - trying to save the world, or a town, or friends, or myself... I used to have a recurring dream that was much like the movie The Goonies. In a basement, friends and I would find a secret passage behind some boxes and follow it on a crazy Goonie adventure.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The One with the Earthquake
I was living in either a condo or an apartment -- the inside looked like the one I used to live in, but the outside was different. I got up to go to the bathroom and I heard a loud noise. I thought it was my fish tank when the filter doesn't get enough water.
I shut off the Golden Girls which was playing the the living room. I looked out the window and it looked like they were doing construction, like taking up the pavement in the parking lot or something.
I looked a bit closer and it was obvious there was an earthquake and there was a big crack, a fissure, not too far away. There was a bunch of damaged cars that looked like they got ran over by a huge monster truck or something, all the cars in a row.
One guy came to get stuff out of his truck, but the guy that was working nearby told him to get back. I asked them, “What's going on, was there an earthquake?” And there was an aftershock as I was standing there. He replied, “Yeah, if you're going to stay inside...” And I said, “Should I?” And he was like, “No, no, not really - go get your stuff.” I went back inside and started getting dressed and went to go pee, then I started gathering stuff up to put into a suitcase to take out.
I remember being asleep in the dream, feeling something (the earthquake) and incorporating that into my dream (in my dream).
I shut off the Golden Girls which was playing the the living room. I looked out the window and it looked like they were doing construction, like taking up the pavement in the parking lot or something.
I looked a bit closer and it was obvious there was an earthquake and there was a big crack, a fissure, not too far away. There was a bunch of damaged cars that looked like they got ran over by a huge monster truck or something, all the cars in a row.
One guy came to get stuff out of his truck, but the guy that was working nearby told him to get back. I asked them, “What's going on, was there an earthquake?” And there was an aftershock as I was standing there. He replied, “Yeah, if you're going to stay inside...” And I said, “Should I?” And he was like, “No, no, not really - go get your stuff.” I went back inside and started getting dressed and went to go pee, then I started gathering stuff up to put into a suitcase to take out.
I remember being asleep in the dream, feeling something (the earthquake) and incorporating that into my dream (in my dream).
The One with the Football and the Cigarette
I had a dream that Marc, Ellen, Jeff, Mike and I were outside, at night, in a tennis court at a school. We were having some sort of party, I think, but Marc was like our sports coach. We were taking turns doing something with balls --- like we were taking turns at bat but we weren't playing baseball. I think we were using tennis balls and definitely a football. So at one point I volunteered to throw the football for people because I didn't really like "playing" - it was like I was doing the pitching for batting practice and not taking a turn at bat. Ellen was smoking and when I decided to that, I took over from her and took the rest of her cigarette. So I was throwing a football at the rest of you, who were drinking beers and stuff, with the cigarette hanging out of my mouth.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The One with the Recital, College and the Secret Path
I had a harp recital that was supposed to be very informal but it ending up being in a huge auditorium that was filled with people. Felice chose the pieces we played and she had me play a Joanne Newsom song I had heard in the dream like only once before, never seen the sheet music for, and never played. She announced it and I said while sitting in the audience “you want me to sight read it?” and she and the audience said “yes!” So I started playing and did very well improvising most of it and I added glisses at some good points. It was a blues-y piece. When I was done, people clapped a lot and some people were standing up. I was very happy with the performance and couldn’t stop smiling afterward. After, I talked with Felice (actually I think we were sitting at a piano), then I left…
Next I was walking through a college; I think I was a senior and a girl that was walking near me was pissing me off because she was talking about how she never got sleep with her roommate in town but she wasn't… She gave me a dirty look or something and I said something nasty to her (like calling her a bitch or something like that) but then she made a crack about me being a commuter and not knowing what it was really like to be a “real” student or something. Then we got talking about being a commuter versus a resident and how I could leave and drive places. It ended up being a civilized conversation.
Next the dream segued into a different scene… a booby-trapped area. A guy that was a friend of mine (kind of like my costar in this portion of the dream) and I were trying to dismantle the traps. I know at one point I was doing side kicks to one wall to destroy one of them. But then there was a guy standing on the roof of one of the buildings trying to shoot us, so we ran to another building that was kind of like a metal maintenance shed. He could shoot into the shed and I was crouched in one part of the shed near the door that was sheltered from the bullets.
We ended up escaping out a semi-hidden back door in the shed that the shooter apparently didn’t know about and ran down a street down to the beach were there was a special trail with false entrances and exits. There were like little arrows created naturally by the sea grass or some plant that you kind of had to know how to interpret otherwise you’d keep ending up off the path. I had been there before – it seems like I’ve had dreams about this path before. There were different stages on the path, which was very long, kind of like the Appalachian trail where people make pilgrimage-like treks along the path. The shooter was following us, and we first were in the sandy section of the path which had white sand that was very difficult to get through. The trick was to take your time – slow and steady – because if you tried to go too hard, you’d end up getting exhausted.
Next was the vertical, icy portion of the path. It was almost like rock climbing but not so steep as to need special equipment. On this portion, people would leave food like granola bars and Nutragrain bars among stumps and trees for people after then, although I don’t think there was any food at this time. There were also icicles that said “suck here” on them like they were frozen food or nutritive water. The shooter was getting closer, so we started throwing things at him to try to slow him down.
We arrived at a flat part of the path, it seemed like it was on a plateau on a mountain or something, with a pool of water. It was still cold with snow and ice still around it. My friend was in the water and the bad guy arrived and asked me if I knew the difference between the two ways to use his weapon – he could use it as a blow torch or a flame thrower or something like that. I told that I knew if he used it in one way, he could use it to boil the water in the pool of water. He tried to do that to kill my friend, but it didn’t work (I knew it wouldn’t) and he ended up in the water somehow and coated with ice. My friend and I were going to escape and the shooter seemed so surprised that we would leave him to die. It was like he expected me to get in the water and get coated with ice, too. Then my alarm went off and I woke up.
Next I was walking through a college; I think I was a senior and a girl that was walking near me was pissing me off because she was talking about how she never got sleep with her roommate in town but she wasn't… She gave me a dirty look or something and I said something nasty to her (like calling her a bitch or something like that) but then she made a crack about me being a commuter and not knowing what it was really like to be a “real” student or something. Then we got talking about being a commuter versus a resident and how I could leave and drive places. It ended up being a civilized conversation.
Next the dream segued into a different scene… a booby-trapped area. A guy that was a friend of mine (kind of like my costar in this portion of the dream) and I were trying to dismantle the traps. I know at one point I was doing side kicks to one wall to destroy one of them. But then there was a guy standing on the roof of one of the buildings trying to shoot us, so we ran to another building that was kind of like a metal maintenance shed. He could shoot into the shed and I was crouched in one part of the shed near the door that was sheltered from the bullets.
We ended up escaping out a semi-hidden back door in the shed that the shooter apparently didn’t know about and ran down a street down to the beach were there was a special trail with false entrances and exits. There were like little arrows created naturally by the sea grass or some plant that you kind of had to know how to interpret otherwise you’d keep ending up off the path. I had been there before – it seems like I’ve had dreams about this path before. There were different stages on the path, which was very long, kind of like the Appalachian trail where people make pilgrimage-like treks along the path. The shooter was following us, and we first were in the sandy section of the path which had white sand that was very difficult to get through. The trick was to take your time – slow and steady – because if you tried to go too hard, you’d end up getting exhausted.
Next was the vertical, icy portion of the path. It was almost like rock climbing but not so steep as to need special equipment. On this portion, people would leave food like granola bars and Nutragrain bars among stumps and trees for people after then, although I don’t think there was any food at this time. There were also icicles that said “suck here” on them like they were frozen food or nutritive water. The shooter was getting closer, so we started throwing things at him to try to slow him down.
We arrived at a flat part of the path, it seemed like it was on a plateau on a mountain or something, with a pool of water. It was still cold with snow and ice still around it. My friend was in the water and the bad guy arrived and asked me if I knew the difference between the two ways to use his weapon – he could use it as a blow torch or a flame thrower or something like that. I told that I knew if he used it in one way, he could use it to boil the water in the pool of water. He tried to do that to kill my friend, but it didn’t work (I knew it wouldn’t) and he ended up in the water somehow and coated with ice. My friend and I were going to escape and the shooter seemed so surprised that we would leave him to die. It was like he expected me to get in the water and get coated with ice, too. Then my alarm went off and I woke up.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The One Where I Beat Up the Hiltons
I was living at my parents’ house, and our neighbor on the next street (Marlene) whose family we were close to was doing some work on their house. So, my family (Mom, Dad, Dawn and me) went over and started taking stuff from their house… like shoveling those little rocks used instead of mulch or for driveways into a big wheelbarrow or container. But we were also taking furniture and stuff from their attic. I got the impression that we had taken it before, like maybe we took it, they took it back, and back again, or something like that.
We apparently needed this stuff to make updates to our own house. There were contractors or other workmen at Marlene’s house and they were coming and going, but kind of just ignored them and they mostly ignored us. But when we were down filling up our container, we had to leave the attic (I think we had to go upstairs!) and we had to wait for a guy with a ladder to go up first. He hesitated, as if to think about letting us go first, but another guy said that we were there all the time taking stuff and to just go ahead of us, like we could wait. Marlene ended up catching us and getting mad, but I was getting mad too saying that I didn’t want to do this anymore. My mom was just kind of explaining to Marlene that we needed to do work on our own house and we needed the stuff. She was like, “Oh, we’re just going to redo our living room a little bit…” But when Marlene saw the ton of stuff we had, she was like, “A little bit??”
Then I was outside in Marlene’s driveway and the Hilton sisters were living next door. They came over and were going to kick our asses for stealing stuff or something to that effect. Nikki told me they were going to do a move on me where they both give me a headbutt to the chest (I guess like the world cup guy), and I said, “Go ahead, try it.” So they went to try it, but I grabbed them each by the back of the neck and bashed their heads together. Then I grabbed them both by the throat and lifted them off the ground and said, “Did you know I was a world champion martial artist?” Nikki kind of rolled her eyes and said yes, so I threw them to the ground and proceeded to beat the living hell out of the two of them. I remember thinking I could say that I bitch-slapped Paris Hilton so I proceeded to do that several times, just to make sure… back and forth – you know, regular slap, bitch slap, regular slap, bitch slap. I did much more than slap, though, I was punching and elbowing… I slapped Paris a lot, but I think I beat up Nikki more… as if I liked her a lot less.
We apparently needed this stuff to make updates to our own house. There were contractors or other workmen at Marlene’s house and they were coming and going, but kind of just ignored them and they mostly ignored us. But when we were down filling up our container, we had to leave the attic (I think we had to go upstairs!) and we had to wait for a guy with a ladder to go up first. He hesitated, as if to think about letting us go first, but another guy said that we were there all the time taking stuff and to just go ahead of us, like we could wait. Marlene ended up catching us and getting mad, but I was getting mad too saying that I didn’t want to do this anymore. My mom was just kind of explaining to Marlene that we needed to do work on our own house and we needed the stuff. She was like, “Oh, we’re just going to redo our living room a little bit…” But when Marlene saw the ton of stuff we had, she was like, “A little bit??”
Then I was outside in Marlene’s driveway and the Hilton sisters were living next door. They came over and were going to kick our asses for stealing stuff or something to that effect. Nikki told me they were going to do a move on me where they both give me a headbutt to the chest (I guess like the world cup guy), and I said, “Go ahead, try it.” So they went to try it, but I grabbed them each by the back of the neck and bashed their heads together. Then I grabbed them both by the throat and lifted them off the ground and said, “Did you know I was a world champion martial artist?” Nikki kind of rolled her eyes and said yes, so I threw them to the ground and proceeded to beat the living hell out of the two of them. I remember thinking I could say that I bitch-slapped Paris Hilton so I proceeded to do that several times, just to make sure… back and forth – you know, regular slap, bitch slap, regular slap, bitch slap. I did much more than slap, though, I was punching and elbowing… I slapped Paris a lot, but I think I beat up Nikki more… as if I liked her a lot less.
The One with the Evil Sara
I lived on a huge estate - with multiple buildings and gardens and squares everywhere. I was chatting with some friends on IM but through chatting, somehow we were hanging out together in real life as well.
There were a bunch of us hanging out outside and this woman Sara that I used to see out clubbing was there and people were commenting that it's not going to be fun with her there. I didn't think anything of it at first.
But then we were all sitting on the grass in little lawn chairs in a big circle, I think we were going to figure out what we were going to do when she started taking charge and dictating what everone was going to do. They kept taking pictures of me and the girl sitting next to me - I think it was Katie.
Then they had me open my mouth to show a piece of hard candy that I had in my mouth so they could take a picture. So, I stuck out my tongue and showed it but they said they couldn't see it and wanted it back further in my mouth, but that obviously didn't make any sense. It didn't make sense to me in the dream, either. That's when I commented to Katie that this wasn't any fun - kind of like Monica on friends when she was forcing everyone to 'have fun' doing mad libs but making them put the pen caps on correctly and choosing words that only made sense.
At that point, I logged onto into another session on the computer, therefore removing myself from that situation and going somewhere else in real life - to a different part of the estate. But I wasn't supposed to do that and Sara got mad. I hid out for a little bit and took a golf club with me when I left one building, but she came up behind me and was yelling at me and hitting me in the back with what seemed to be a long piece of grass that was like a whip. So I whacked her with the golf club a couple of times.
Then she was with a kid who was kind of like the annointed one on Buffy, and the kid had a knife but didn't use it, he just carried it with him. They were both chasing after me in a building with stone walls and floors, like a castle, but I jumped over this little channel of water but Sara couldn't cross it because she had her period - as the kid pointed out. I went further down the hallway and it turned left up into stairs, but to the right (across from the stairs) there was an alcove with a statue or someone in it who was going to try to help protect me.
Then somehow I gave up on that process and I was back in the circle on the grass as if I never left. This time I stayed and kind of just followed the group, almost zombie-like.
After a while, we all got up and she wanted to go somewhere, but I think some people thought we were breaking for lunch, or were just annoyed with her and the situation and went off in a different direction. Some people were going to try to escape. People were saying that she was a witch. I didn't go, I just followed along.
When Sara saw some people were leaving, she screamed in this cosmic, banshee-like scream, 'AHHHHHH! GET BACK HERE AND GO TO THE BLACK DIAMOND!!!!' It was ear-piercing and I woke up with the sound still in my ears - it was like the scream Siren did in the X-Men movie. She was talking about an outside garden square that was in the shape of an elongated diamond.
There were a bunch of us hanging out outside and this woman Sara that I used to see out clubbing was there and people were commenting that it's not going to be fun with her there. I didn't think anything of it at first.
But then we were all sitting on the grass in little lawn chairs in a big circle, I think we were going to figure out what we were going to do when she started taking charge and dictating what everone was going to do. They kept taking pictures of me and the girl sitting next to me - I think it was Katie.
Then they had me open my mouth to show a piece of hard candy that I had in my mouth so they could take a picture. So, I stuck out my tongue and showed it but they said they couldn't see it and wanted it back further in my mouth, but that obviously didn't make any sense. It didn't make sense to me in the dream, either. That's when I commented to Katie that this wasn't any fun - kind of like Monica on friends when she was forcing everyone to 'have fun' doing mad libs but making them put the pen caps on correctly and choosing words that only made sense.
At that point, I logged onto into another session on the computer, therefore removing myself from that situation and going somewhere else in real life - to a different part of the estate. But I wasn't supposed to do that and Sara got mad. I hid out for a little bit and took a golf club with me when I left one building, but she came up behind me and was yelling at me and hitting me in the back with what seemed to be a long piece of grass that was like a whip. So I whacked her with the golf club a couple of times.
Then she was with a kid who was kind of like the annointed one on Buffy, and the kid had a knife but didn't use it, he just carried it with him. They were both chasing after me in a building with stone walls and floors, like a castle, but I jumped over this little channel of water but Sara couldn't cross it because she had her period - as the kid pointed out. I went further down the hallway and it turned left up into stairs, but to the right (across from the stairs) there was an alcove with a statue or someone in it who was going to try to help protect me.
Then somehow I gave up on that process and I was back in the circle on the grass as if I never left. This time I stayed and kind of just followed the group, almost zombie-like.
After a while, we all got up and she wanted to go somewhere, but I think some people thought we were breaking for lunch, or were just annoyed with her and the situation and went off in a different direction. Some people were going to try to escape. People were saying that she was a witch. I didn't go, I just followed along.
When Sara saw some people were leaving, she screamed in this cosmic, banshee-like scream, 'AHHHHHH! GET BACK HERE AND GO TO THE BLACK DIAMOND!!!!' It was ear-piercing and I woke up with the sound still in my ears - it was like the scream Siren did in the X-Men movie. She was talking about an outside garden square that was in the shape of an elongated diamond.
The One Where I Die
I had a dream that I died. I was in an elevator with this guy I think I knew, his name was ‘Rom’. I was teaching people to jump when you’re at the top of a building just as the elevator starts to go down and you kind of free-fall for a second. Somehow we found out in advance that we knew we were going to die.
We tried to get off another floor but it opened onto the same floor anyway (the one that we were going to die on) like you couldn’t avoid it once you found out. I think I knew that I was going to be killed by a helicopter, like we would walk out onto a roof and the helicopter would crash into us and I actually would end up getting cut in half by the blades.
And then I remember going back to kung fu and watching some of the kids do forms and the was one little girl that was talking through the form, she was like, ‘grab and step and shuffle and step and step.’ Then I remember seeing my dad and I was surprised that he could see me, but it was like I was getting a chance to say ‘goodbye’ to everybody and so I did that but then I went back home and it’s like I was like a ghost – like I wasn’t leaving anywhere. And it was like they knew I was there, and they would even set a place setting for me at dinner and at one point I was like, ‘Can I have a blue soda?’ and they gave me a blue soda. It was like I wasn’t really dead.
And then I remember in another part I was with friends and they didn’t know I was dead. I was like, ‘well, Rom and I have to get going…’ and I looked at one friend and thought it was someone like Marty (or maybe it was Scott?) and I said ‘Oh, I’m probably never going to see you guys again blah blah blah.’ And I looked at Scott and said ‘Oh, I’ll try to visit, don’t be scared, OK?’ I left and I think Rom was going somewhere else. I think we were going somewhere like purgatory, but I’m not sure. And we got these like whistles I think someone was about to try one, but then I woke up. I was thinking after I woke up maybe they called you to go wherever it is you were supposed to go. I also remember looking at the back of the kung fu building and kind of realizing I’d be drawn back to that in another life. Like, we always come back to the same places and hang out with the same people every time.
We tried to get off another floor but it opened onto the same floor anyway (the one that we were going to die on) like you couldn’t avoid it once you found out. I think I knew that I was going to be killed by a helicopter, like we would walk out onto a roof and the helicopter would crash into us and I actually would end up getting cut in half by the blades.
And then I remember going back to kung fu and watching some of the kids do forms and the was one little girl that was talking through the form, she was like, ‘grab and step and shuffle and step and step.’ Then I remember seeing my dad and I was surprised that he could see me, but it was like I was getting a chance to say ‘goodbye’ to everybody and so I did that but then I went back home and it’s like I was like a ghost – like I wasn’t leaving anywhere. And it was like they knew I was there, and they would even set a place setting for me at dinner and at one point I was like, ‘Can I have a blue soda?’ and they gave me a blue soda. It was like I wasn’t really dead.
And then I remember in another part I was with friends and they didn’t know I was dead. I was like, ‘well, Rom and I have to get going…’ and I looked at one friend and thought it was someone like Marty (or maybe it was Scott?) and I said ‘Oh, I’m probably never going to see you guys again blah blah blah.’ And I looked at Scott and said ‘Oh, I’ll try to visit, don’t be scared, OK?’ I left and I think Rom was going somewhere else. I think we were going somewhere like purgatory, but I’m not sure. And we got these like whistles I think someone was about to try one, but then I woke up. I was thinking after I woke up maybe they called you to go wherever it is you were supposed to go. I also remember looking at the back of the kung fu building and kind of realizing I’d be drawn back to that in another life. Like, we always come back to the same places and hang out with the same people every time.
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