*** Dreamt Nov 7-8, 2010 ***
I was at a fancy beachhouse/resort with a lot of other people, and people kept getting killed. We were all quite disturbed by the number of people in our party who were getting killed or maimed, but none of us could figure out who was doing it.
We - as scary movies will teach you is the proper response to a series of killings - decided to split up into small groups to try to catch the murder. Part of the problem was that the resort place we were at was really difficult to get from Point A to Point B, even if you could easily SEE Point B from Point A. There were lots of big windows and locked glass doors, so we'd see a location and decide to go there, but to get there we'd have to do lots of backtracking and go sortof "the long way" if we wanted to make it there.
That's when I saw them! A pair of blue, furry, humanoid creatures (not entirely unlike Sully from Monsters Inc.). I knew that they were responsible for the murders and they had to be caught, but I couldn't get to them! I'd see them through a window or a locked glass door, but by the time I'd get there they'd have moved to somewhere else that I could still see them, but was entirely inaccessable from my current location.
As I and the couple of people with me chased them we continued to find a trail of carnage they'd left. The most frustrating thing was that it seemed like the injured or dead people we'd find had been attacked just SECONDS before we got there...we couldn't figure out how they were avoiding us. Finally, we were pretty sure they'd gone into one particular room, so one of the people in my group reach for the door, and when he opened it we found another person there who'd just BARELY been stabbed, but there was no sign of the blue creatures and nowhere they could have gone. Suddenly something I'd seen moments before but hadn't really NOTICED caught my attention, I decided to rewind to just before we'd entered the room (I didn't realize I was dreaming but definitely made a decision to rewind...it was like I was watching a movie). After rewinding I watched extremely closely as the guy with me opened the door and I saw that without knowing it, he had stuck a knife through the space between the door & frame right as he was opening the door. He had unknowingly been the one to stab the person in the room RIGHT before we went in.
Suddenly it all made sense to me. The blue creatures were making us see things that weren't real & do things that we didn't know we were doing. I gathered everyone together and told them what was happening. We all agreed that we wouldn't attack each other and that even if it LOOKED like someone was going to attack you, to just ignore it, because it was the creatures making us hallucinate things. We adopted the motto, "Be the Ghandi", meaning to be passive even if you were going to be attacked. We said our little motto several times to ensure everybody remembered it, and when people started to doubt we'd remind them to be the Ghandi, and they'd immediately calm down.
I seem to have a vague memory of seeing (or maybe just imagining) the creatures looking very disappointed that we were no longer playing their little game.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
Monday, November 8, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
World of Warcraft Trunk
*** Dreamt Nov 1-2, 2010 ***
I was at the childhood home of my friend Core-Y, and when I looked East up the road I saw a small blue pick-up truck heading in our direction.
When it got closer I saw that the truck was completely decorated with "World of Warcraft" paraphanelia. This included a banner on the side of the truck, streamers, and boxes of the Collector's Editions of the various expansion packs that have come out for the game.
At about this point I realized that the truck wasn't "driving" at all...it was sort of jumping down the road. Not understanding how this was possible I bend down so I could see under the truck, and there was my brother Nick, dressed from head to toe like a Dwarf, carrying the World of Warcraft truck on his back, jumping down the road.
I hollared to him, "Nick! What are you doing?!" As a reply I heard a sort of crazy laugh come from under the truck and he continued jumping down the road.
As I turned away I said, "Man, he must REALLY want to play that game."
Then I woke up.
*** ***
I was at the childhood home of my friend Core-Y, and when I looked East up the road I saw a small blue pick-up truck heading in our direction.
When it got closer I saw that the truck was completely decorated with "World of Warcraft" paraphanelia. This included a banner on the side of the truck, streamers, and boxes of the Collector's Editions of the various expansion packs that have come out for the game.
At about this point I realized that the truck wasn't "driving" at all...it was sort of jumping down the road. Not understanding how this was possible I bend down so I could see under the truck, and there was my brother Nick, dressed from head to toe like a Dwarf, carrying the World of Warcraft truck on his back, jumping down the road.
I hollared to him, "Nick! What are you doing?!" As a reply I heard a sort of crazy laugh come from under the truck and he continued jumping down the road.
As I turned away I said, "Man, he must REALLY want to play that game."
Then I woke up.
*** ***
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Biking & The Spa
*** Dreamt Sept 11-12, 2010 ***
I was at some sort of Spa where everybody was SUPER snotty. It was one of these super-ritzy all-inclusive places where you'd stay for an extended period of times (at least days) and in addition to massages & mud baths & those type of spa-activities, they made you exercise and they managed your meals and stuff.
A big group of people and I were going to a lower level to sit in a sauna or something, and the people up ahead of me were saying super obnoxious, irritating stuff (I don't remember what they were saying specifically, I just remember being super bugged). So I decided I needed to get out of there and get a pizza.
The next thing I knew I was on my bicycle, riding in the neighborhoods surrounding the Clearfield Amphitheatre. I knew I didn't have much time before they noticed I was missing at the spa so I was trying to hurry back. I came around a big curvy hill and there was another guy on a very small bicycle. As I went to pass him he somehow hooked his arm around my front tire and WOULD NOT let me pass. I was sortof trying to kick him off, when he finally let go and turned into a driveway at his house.
I stopped for a minute and looked back, and then thought, "whatever, he's not worth getting into something with." So I started to pedal away when he shouted something to the effect of, "What, aren't you man enough to face me?" I stopped again and looked back, shocked. He wasn't looking at me, but I knew he was talking to me. He was raveling up a hose in his yard and kept goading me with more remarks like that. I noticed that he had two good-sized dogs in his yard, and I was pretty sure that's what'd given him the courage to shout at me. I didn't know what to do...I was torn between just leaving and going over there to yell back, but face the potentially dangerous dogs.
About then I woke up.
*** ***
I was at some sort of Spa where everybody was SUPER snotty. It was one of these super-ritzy all-inclusive places where you'd stay for an extended period of times (at least days) and in addition to massages & mud baths & those type of spa-activities, they made you exercise and they managed your meals and stuff.
A big group of people and I were going to a lower level to sit in a sauna or something, and the people up ahead of me were saying super obnoxious, irritating stuff (I don't remember what they were saying specifically, I just remember being super bugged). So I decided I needed to get out of there and get a pizza.
The next thing I knew I was on my bicycle, riding in the neighborhoods surrounding the Clearfield Amphitheatre. I knew I didn't have much time before they noticed I was missing at the spa so I was trying to hurry back. I came around a big curvy hill and there was another guy on a very small bicycle. As I went to pass him he somehow hooked his arm around my front tire and WOULD NOT let me pass. I was sortof trying to kick him off, when he finally let go and turned into a driveway at his house.
I stopped for a minute and looked back, and then thought, "whatever, he's not worth getting into something with." So I started to pedal away when he shouted something to the effect of, "What, aren't you man enough to face me?" I stopped again and looked back, shocked. He wasn't looking at me, but I knew he was talking to me. He was raveling up a hose in his yard and kept goading me with more remarks like that. I noticed that he had two good-sized dogs in his yard, and I was pretty sure that's what'd given him the courage to shout at me. I didn't know what to do...I was torn between just leaving and going over there to yell back, but face the potentially dangerous dogs.
About then I woke up.
*** ***
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Baseball & The Bride
*** Dreamt Sept 7-8, 2010 ***
I was playing baseball in some sort of an organized league. Not as organized as a city league...more like an inter-office league or something like that. I noticed that although we had a full team of 9 players, our opponents only had 4 - a pitcher, 2 basemen, and an outfielder. I figured they just couldn't get enough people together, so this should be an easy win.
I went to bat, but instead of using a traditional bat, I was using a huge (at least 6 or 8 feet long) tree branch that had lots of small twigs and branches coming off of it. I found it was surprising easy to swing considering its size, but I still missed the first couple of pitches. On the 3rd pitch I hit a grounder and ran to first base.
When I got to 1st, I found there were 2 privacy screens setup, creating a "V" right next to the base. The way the "V" was angled, though, it provided privacy from the other bases and outfield, but you could easily see into it from 1st. Standing there in the shade of the privacy screens was a girl I didn't recognize dressed in a bridal gown. I think she'd just had her picture taken, or was getting ready to have it taken.
I'm quite certain that she was somehow part of the game...I think she may have been on my team and had already gone to bat before me.
About then I woke up.
*** ***
I told this dream to my friend at work who had a degree in Psychology. His initial interpretation was "If you ever wanna make it to 1st base, you've gotta get married!"
This interpretation made me laugh out loud, but I pointed out to him that "first base" is just kissing, and I've - shockingly enough - done that before.
He replied, "Oh yeah..." and began a dream interpretation research mission. His research into dream interpretation yielded the following elements:
1 - Being at a baseball game represents contentment and peace of mind.
2 - PLAYING in a baseball game represents the desire to set and achieve goals and can mean that the dreamer feels a need to stop goofing around and focus on goals.
3 - A tree branch represents growth, new life, or relationships.
4 - Shades signify something secret or hidden.
5 - The presence of a bride often signifies purity, but can also (more obviously) signify a partnership or spouse.
My co-worker's final interpretation: I'm pretty satisfied with my life as is, but I need to stop "playing the game" and get married, but I don't know who I need to marry.
I was playing baseball in some sort of an organized league. Not as organized as a city league...more like an inter-office league or something like that. I noticed that although we had a full team of 9 players, our opponents only had 4 - a pitcher, 2 basemen, and an outfielder. I figured they just couldn't get enough people together, so this should be an easy win.
I went to bat, but instead of using a traditional bat, I was using a huge (at least 6 or 8 feet long) tree branch that had lots of small twigs and branches coming off of it. I found it was surprising easy to swing considering its size, but I still missed the first couple of pitches. On the 3rd pitch I hit a grounder and ran to first base.
When I got to 1st, I found there were 2 privacy screens setup, creating a "V" right next to the base. The way the "V" was angled, though, it provided privacy from the other bases and outfield, but you could easily see into it from 1st. Standing there in the shade of the privacy screens was a girl I didn't recognize dressed in a bridal gown. I think she'd just had her picture taken, or was getting ready to have it taken.
I'm quite certain that she was somehow part of the game...I think she may have been on my team and had already gone to bat before me.
About then I woke up.
*** ***
I told this dream to my friend at work who had a degree in Psychology. His initial interpretation was "If you ever wanna make it to 1st base, you've gotta get married!"
This interpretation made me laugh out loud, but I pointed out to him that "first base" is just kissing, and I've - shockingly enough - done that before.
He replied, "Oh yeah..." and began a dream interpretation research mission. His research into dream interpretation yielded the following elements:
1 - Being at a baseball game represents contentment and peace of mind.
2 - PLAYING in a baseball game represents the desire to set and achieve goals and can mean that the dreamer feels a need to stop goofing around and focus on goals.
3 - A tree branch represents growth, new life, or relationships.
4 - Shades signify something secret or hidden.
5 - The presence of a bride often signifies purity, but can also (more obviously) signify a partnership or spouse.
My co-worker's final interpretation: I'm pretty satisfied with my life as is, but I need to stop "playing the game" and get married, but I don't know who I need to marry.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Mitch...err...Marty!
*** Dreamt Sept 5-6, 2010 ***
I was with my friends Chad and Mitch and the 3 of us were riding our bicycles through some neighborhoods. When we got to wherever we were going we went inside and found ourselves in a big rec-room with lots of tables set up and lots of doors around leading to side rooms. The place was filled with some pretty shady-looking guys. I was pretty sure that this might be a gang club or something. Then I remembered that we were there for part of Chad's community service that he had to do, and that this place was some sort of correctional facility.
While we were there Chad decided he should get a tattoo. I tried to tell him it was a bad idea, but he'd gone off into a side room to get his tattoo before I could stop him.
Mitch and I decided that we needed to find Chad and get out of there, so we found him and told him we needed to take off, when suddenly Mitch was gone. Chad and I started looking all over for him, but suddenly it wasn't Mitch we were looking for, it was "Marty". I have no idea who this "Marty" is, but in my dream we needed to find him.
The facility didn't seem very big when we were coming in, but now that we were leaving it was gigantic. We decided figured if we headed for the door that we were bound to find Marty somewhere along the way. We asked people as we went through the various rooms on our way out, and everybody kept pointing in the direction of the exit.
When we finally got to the exit there we found Marty along with his wife and two kids. His wife was wearing a police uniform and looked EXACTLY like Marty except with long hair. Also his two kids looked EXACTLY like small versions of Marty.
We left the place and it was me, Chad, and Mitch again. They were on bicycles and I was walking. We'd made it about half way home when I realized something was wrong and asked, "Wait a minute...didn't I have a bike earlier??"
Chad replied, "Aw shi---!!"
The three of us turned around and started heading back so I could get my bike, and then I woke up.
***
I was with my friends Chad and Mitch and the 3 of us were riding our bicycles through some neighborhoods. When we got to wherever we were going we went inside and found ourselves in a big rec-room with lots of tables set up and lots of doors around leading to side rooms. The place was filled with some pretty shady-looking guys. I was pretty sure that this might be a gang club or something. Then I remembered that we were there for part of Chad's community service that he had to do, and that this place was some sort of correctional facility.
While we were there Chad decided he should get a tattoo. I tried to tell him it was a bad idea, but he'd gone off into a side room to get his tattoo before I could stop him.
Mitch and I decided that we needed to find Chad and get out of there, so we found him and told him we needed to take off, when suddenly Mitch was gone. Chad and I started looking all over for him, but suddenly it wasn't Mitch we were looking for, it was "Marty". I have no idea who this "Marty" is, but in my dream we needed to find him.
The facility didn't seem very big when we were coming in, but now that we were leaving it was gigantic. We decided figured if we headed for the door that we were bound to find Marty somewhere along the way. We asked people as we went through the various rooms on our way out, and everybody kept pointing in the direction of the exit.
When we finally got to the exit there we found Marty along with his wife and two kids. His wife was wearing a police uniform and looked EXACTLY like Marty except with long hair. Also his two kids looked EXACTLY like small versions of Marty.
We left the place and it was me, Chad, and Mitch again. They were on bicycles and I was walking. We'd made it about half way home when I realized something was wrong and asked, "Wait a minute...didn't I have a bike earlier??"
Chad replied, "Aw shi---!!"
The three of us turned around and started heading back so I could get my bike, and then I woke up.
***
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Vampire Sea Food
*** Dreamt Sept 3-4, 2010 ***
This dream starred Milla Jovovich playing the character "Alice" from the Resident Evil films. The only difference was in that in this dream she was also a vampire. Somehow a group of people who wanted to kill her trapped her underwater in the ocean. She was in the remains of a sunken ship and in addition to the people on the surface trying to kill her by shining sunshine (I don't know how!!) into the water at her, there was a huge school of eel-sharks circling the sunken ship.
She was able to stay underwater without breathing by periodically taking a bite out of a passing eel-shark, but she had to be careful, because if she got too close they would try to bite her.
She somehow made it out of the ocean and was walking down the street when a group of creepy zombie kids came after her. They'd been sent by the same people who tried to kill her in the ocean. She somehow had the ability, however, to turn them to be on her side, so suddenly instead of coming after her, they were now walking with her.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
This was a rather cinematic dream, which I can only assume was created in response to the number of commercials I've seen lately for "Resident Evil Afterlife" and "Piranha 3D".
It was kindof odd that I wasn't in the dream at all. At one point when she was taking bites out of passing eel-sharks I saw a Point-of-View shot through her eyes, but never was I a participant in the dream.
This dream starred Milla Jovovich playing the character "Alice" from the Resident Evil films. The only difference was in that in this dream she was also a vampire. Somehow a group of people who wanted to kill her trapped her underwater in the ocean. She was in the remains of a sunken ship and in addition to the people on the surface trying to kill her by shining sunshine (I don't know how!!) into the water at her, there was a huge school of eel-sharks circling the sunken ship.
She was able to stay underwater without breathing by periodically taking a bite out of a passing eel-shark, but she had to be careful, because if she got too close they would try to bite her.
She somehow made it out of the ocean and was walking down the street when a group of creepy zombie kids came after her. They'd been sent by the same people who tried to kill her in the ocean. She somehow had the ability, however, to turn them to be on her side, so suddenly instead of coming after her, they were now walking with her.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
This was a rather cinematic dream, which I can only assume was created in response to the number of commercials I've seen lately for "Resident Evil Afterlife" and "Piranha 3D".
It was kindof odd that I wasn't in the dream at all. At one point when she was taking bites out of passing eel-sharks I saw a Point-of-View shot through her eyes, but never was I a participant in the dream.
Friday, September 3, 2010
"Nazis in the Morning"
*** Dreamt Sept 2-3, 2010 ***
I was one of the newest member of Cirque Du Soleil. We went through several of the routines in my dream, although now I can't remember what they were.
After we were done with practice I went over to Amy Porter who was also a member of the Cirque Du Soleil troop. I told her how exciting this all was and she told me that her favorite of all the routines was the "Nazis in the Morning" routine. The routine consisted of a lot of girl acrobats jumping on a trampoline VERY high up between two steel girders which crossed at one end to make a lying-down "V" shape. The girls would spring up between the girders, then turn to be horizontal so on their way back down they'd actually land across the "V" with their hands on one girder and their feet on the other. For the first few girls this was fairly simple, but the later girls had quite a chasm (the first girls stayed in place across the "V", so the later girls had to be further away from where the girders crossed) to stretch across. The last girl literally caught the "V" with her toes and fingertips. The routine was called "Nazis in the Morning" because during the routine there was a song playing that had the lyrics "Nazis in the Morning".
Then I woke up. I immediately went over to Amy to tell her about that dream. She thought it was weird that I'd had a dream with her in it.
Then I woke up AGAIN. For real, this time.
***
Dreams within dreams are so nuts!! It's so bizarre to have the double wake-up thing happen.
Amy (who was in the musical "State Fair" with me last year) made an appearance, I'm certain, because the day before I'd noticed that she'd sent me a facebook friend request. The rest of the dream, though, was just bizarre.
It's funny about the "Nazis..." song, in my dream I could hear the song and it had a real melody and I could sing along with it, but there's no way I can remember how the song went now.
I was one of the newest member of Cirque Du Soleil. We went through several of the routines in my dream, although now I can't remember what they were.
After we were done with practice I went over to Amy Porter who was also a member of the Cirque Du Soleil troop. I told her how exciting this all was and she told me that her favorite of all the routines was the "Nazis in the Morning" routine. The routine consisted of a lot of girl acrobats jumping on a trampoline VERY high up between two steel girders which crossed at one end to make a lying-down "V" shape. The girls would spring up between the girders, then turn to be horizontal so on their way back down they'd actually land across the "V" with their hands on one girder and their feet on the other. For the first few girls this was fairly simple, but the later girls had quite a chasm (the first girls stayed in place across the "V", so the later girls had to be further away from where the girders crossed) to stretch across. The last girl literally caught the "V" with her toes and fingertips. The routine was called "Nazis in the Morning" because during the routine there was a song playing that had the lyrics "Nazis in the Morning".
Then I woke up. I immediately went over to Amy to tell her about that dream. She thought it was weird that I'd had a dream with her in it.
Then I woke up AGAIN. For real, this time.
***
Dreams within dreams are so nuts!! It's so bizarre to have the double wake-up thing happen.
Amy (who was in the musical "State Fair" with me last year) made an appearance, I'm certain, because the day before I'd noticed that she'd sent me a facebook friend request. The rest of the dream, though, was just bizarre.
It's funny about the "Nazis..." song, in my dream I could hear the song and it had a real melody and I could sing along with it, but there's no way I can remember how the song went now.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Of Automotive Executives and Convenience Stores...
*** Dreamt August 29-30, 2010 ***
My dream kept bouncing back and forth between 2 primary scenarios...
Scenario 1: The Board Meeting
I was the chairman of the board of some large, unnamed, automobile company. The board consisted of 10 or 12 members including our family friend Rachel; no one else on the board was recognizable. Our meeting was held around a large oval table in the middle of a small parking lot. In the stalls of the parking lot were prototypes of new cars, which all looked remarkably like Porsche 911s. They were all black & white and had crash test decals all over them. These were our new concept cars and we needed 12 of them, but we were short and everybody on the board was panicking about it.
Scenario 2: The Convenience Store
I was in a big hurry to go somewhere, but needed to pick something up from a 7-11/Maverick-like store. As I was in the store, hurriedly looking around for whatever item it was I needed, I noted that there wasn't a line at the register, so even though I was in a hurry, I wasn't TOO stressed. I don't really know what it was that I needed...I DO remember seeing a big bottle of what looked like hand sanitizer and was tempted to get it. As I stared at the bottle, I noticed a couple of people get in line at the register. I hurried moved to get in line (although I'm not sure I actually had any items), but as I move there, EVERYONE else in the store finished their shopping and got to the line before me, so I ended up being at the back of a line of at least 8 or 10 people.
The majority of my dream seemed to bounce between these 2 settings.
I also remember a glimpse of a 3rd scenario as well...I was in the field behind my parents house with some friends. I think we were going to set up tents and camp back there. That's all I remember about that one.
The last bit of my dream was in the board meeting scenario, we had ALMOST gotten the last of our prototype cars and I was pointing out to somebody that even though these cars were prototypes, that they were pretty cool looking. As I said this, I somehow picked up the car...as I reached for it it had somehow shrunk, because now it was just a model of car about the side of my hand.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
My dream kept bouncing back and forth between 2 primary scenarios...
Scenario 1: The Board Meeting
I was the chairman of the board of some large, unnamed, automobile company. The board consisted of 10 or 12 members including our family friend Rachel; no one else on the board was recognizable. Our meeting was held around a large oval table in the middle of a small parking lot. In the stalls of the parking lot were prototypes of new cars, which all looked remarkably like Porsche 911s. They were all black & white and had crash test decals all over them. These were our new concept cars and we needed 12 of them, but we were short and everybody on the board was panicking about it.
Scenario 2: The Convenience Store
I was in a big hurry to go somewhere, but needed to pick something up from a 7-11/Maverick-like store. As I was in the store, hurriedly looking around for whatever item it was I needed, I noted that there wasn't a line at the register, so even though I was in a hurry, I wasn't TOO stressed. I don't really know what it was that I needed...I DO remember seeing a big bottle of what looked like hand sanitizer and was tempted to get it. As I stared at the bottle, I noticed a couple of people get in line at the register. I hurried moved to get in line (although I'm not sure I actually had any items), but as I move there, EVERYONE else in the store finished their shopping and got to the line before me, so I ended up being at the back of a line of at least 8 or 10 people.
The majority of my dream seemed to bounce between these 2 settings.
I also remember a glimpse of a 3rd scenario as well...I was in the field behind my parents house with some friends. I think we were going to set up tents and camp back there. That's all I remember about that one.
The last bit of my dream was in the board meeting scenario, we had ALMOST gotten the last of our prototype cars and I was pointing out to somebody that even though these cars were prototypes, that they were pretty cool looking. As I said this, I somehow picked up the car...as I reached for it it had somehow shrunk, because now it was just a model of car about the side of my hand.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Memories of Childhood
*** Dreamt August 25-26, 2010 ***
Initially in my dream my family was going to Sacrament Meeting at church, only it was night time. I also started to feel like we'd just gone to church, so I didn't know why we were going again. I then remembered that recently the church had changed it's meeting schedule so on Saturday you'd go to Sunday School & Priesthood/Relief Society, then on Sunday night you'd go to Sacrament Meeting.
Then everything in my dream changed.
I was with my family at some sort of party/reunion in Clearfield - the city I lived in until I was 5. The event was being held outdoors and there were lots of canopies set-up over picnic tables and sandboxes. ...There were a surprising number of sandboxes.
While there I ran into Kimberly, my best friend when we lived in Clearfield. We were happy to see each other and started swapping stories about the old days.
Also there was Kimberly's older sister (whom she doesn't have in real life) who looked EXACTLY like Melissa Gilbert. I attribute this to the fact that some of my few memories of my old house in Clearfield involve watching "Little House on the Prarie."
I was telling her how I'd seen her brother Casey's facebook page and how funny it was to me that he was still into the same kind of things that my brother and I are (we used to all play together when we were kids). It seemed like our mutual interests in those formative set us on a path of liking certain kinds of things, because even though we moved away from each other, we still grew up to have the same sorts of interests and hobbies. She wasn't especially interested in my theories about that so she changed the topic...
Kimberly then asked me if I remembered how to speak some language we had known when we were little (I don't remember what she called it). I told her I'd forgotten it, and she reminded me that I when I was little I used to stand in the corner and speak it, so I decided to try it. I went over to one of the sandboxes, sat in the corner and suddenly found myself able to speak this bizarre, gibberish language and only she and I could understand.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
Initially in my dream my family was going to Sacrament Meeting at church, only it was night time. I also started to feel like we'd just gone to church, so I didn't know why we were going again. I then remembered that recently the church had changed it's meeting schedule so on Saturday you'd go to Sunday School & Priesthood/Relief Society, then on Sunday night you'd go to Sacrament Meeting.
Then everything in my dream changed.
I was with my family at some sort of party/reunion in Clearfield - the city I lived in until I was 5. The event was being held outdoors and there were lots of canopies set-up over picnic tables and sandboxes. ...There were a surprising number of sandboxes.
While there I ran into Kimberly, my best friend when we lived in Clearfield. We were happy to see each other and started swapping stories about the old days.
Also there was Kimberly's older sister (whom she doesn't have in real life) who looked EXACTLY like Melissa Gilbert. I attribute this to the fact that some of my few memories of my old house in Clearfield involve watching "Little House on the Prarie."
I was telling her how I'd seen her brother Casey's facebook page and how funny it was to me that he was still into the same kind of things that my brother and I are (we used to all play together when we were kids). It seemed like our mutual interests in those formative set us on a path of liking certain kinds of things, because even though we moved away from each other, we still grew up to have the same sorts of interests and hobbies. She wasn't especially interested in my theories about that so she changed the topic...
Kimberly then asked me if I remembered how to speak some language we had known when we were little (I don't remember what she called it). I told her I'd forgotten it, and she reminded me that I when I was little I used to stand in the corner and speak it, so I decided to try it. I went over to one of the sandboxes, sat in the corner and suddenly found myself able to speak this bizarre, gibberish language and only she and I could understand.
Then I woke up.
*** ***
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Ted Danson was here...!
*** Dreamt Aug 21-22, 2010 ***
All I can remember from this dream is that Ted Danson was in it...
UPDATE:
I remembered more from this dream! I don't remember how Ted Danson fits into this part of the dream (I think it must have been a separate part of the dream or possible a completely separate dream altogether from the same night).
I had just arrived at a KISS concert. I was there with a bunch of my friends from my hometown. The concert was being held in a weird venue...it wasn't so much of an auditorium or concert hall or anything as it was a park that had a sunken-in area. At the bottom of that sunken-in area was a stage, so people would just sit on the sides of this big dip in the middle of the park on seats that were somehow attached-to the grass (they weren't folding chairs...it was more like the plasic seats you'd find in a sports arena, but these were just sitting on the grass).
Our seats were on the front row, at the far right side of the stage. I had to leave for some reason and when I came back the concert was just beginning. I could hear the music, but I couldn't actually see the band. In fact, as far as I could see, no one was even on stage...
Then I woke up.
*** ***
All I can remember from this dream is that Ted Danson was in it...
UPDATE:
I remembered more from this dream! I don't remember how Ted Danson fits into this part of the dream (I think it must have been a separate part of the dream or possible a completely separate dream altogether from the same night).
I had just arrived at a KISS concert. I was there with a bunch of my friends from my hometown. The concert was being held in a weird venue...it wasn't so much of an auditorium or concert hall or anything as it was a park that had a sunken-in area. At the bottom of that sunken-in area was a stage, so people would just sit on the sides of this big dip in the middle of the park on seats that were somehow attached-to the grass (they weren't folding chairs...it was more like the plasic seats you'd find in a sports arena, but these were just sitting on the grass).
Our seats were on the front row, at the far right side of the stage. I had to leave for some reason and when I came back the concert was just beginning. I could hear the music, but I couldn't actually see the band. In fact, as far as I could see, no one was even on stage...
Then I woke up.
*** ***
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Musicals, Spaceships, & Aliens! Oh my!!
*** Dreamt August 18-19, 2010 ***
I was riding a bicycle north-bound on Main Street in Clearfield when I came across Andrew - the director from the musical I was just in ("Noises Off!"). He was heading South and in his arms was a stack of scripts. He asked me if I was going to go to the Amphitheater with him to start the rehearsals of the musical "State Fair", so I said, "Uh...sure!" He gave me a script and I turned around to go with him toward the amphitheater. At about this point I became aware that I was no longer riding a bicycle, but rather a unicycle...this has nothing to do with the rest of the dream, but I took note of it in the dream so I mention it here.
As we headed there, I started to have some confusion about performing this show. "Didn't we just do this show?" I asked. "No", he said, "it was over a year ago that 'Stage Fair' was last performed here." "No", I replied, "I'm sure it was just 2 months ago that we did 'State Fair'". Of course, in all actuality he was correct, but it was still odd to be doing the same musical 2 years in a row.
When we got to the amphitheater, Dallin - the assistant stage manager and "Prop Tart" from "Noises Off!" - was already there building the set for the show. Only it wasn't the set...it was a space ship. There had been some sort of alien invasion and the remnants of the human race were escaping on massive space ships to colonize distant worlds. As I got on the ship I was directed to my chair/bed which is where I'd spend the next 2 years as we traveled to our destination. My chair/bed was sort-of propped up like a chair, but the top was a big cushion in the shape of a person lying down. I climbed onto it and lied down to try it out...it was actually pretty comfortable.
Suddenly we were at our destination...some distant world to colonize. Apparently the hibernation took affect as soon as you got on the chair/bed, so I completely missed the whole journey.
Another guy on the ship called me over to show me something he'd discovered. He'd found an old iomega Jazz drive and was having it read a Jazz disc. I told him that was cool, and he said, "wait! watch THIS..." He then took out the Jazz disc and put in a CD. Before my eyes the Jazz drive evolved into a CD drive and started playing the CD. I had no idea how this was possible. Then he said something about how much stress it is being the leader of our people and suddenly the Jazz/CD drive attacked us. Its cord wrapped around my neck and the body of the drive was snapping at him. I knew what was happening...this drive was a computer-hybrid Zerg; the very alien race that we'd been fleeing from when we left Earth. This little robot zergling was lying in wait until it discovered who our leader was, then attacked him.
I was able to keep my fingers between the cord and my throat so as to keep it from choking me, and I backed-up enough that it couldn't quite reach our leader-guy, but it was struggling hard. It was about then that I woke up.
*** ***
I was riding a bicycle north-bound on Main Street in Clearfield when I came across Andrew - the director from the musical I was just in ("Noises Off!"). He was heading South and in his arms was a stack of scripts. He asked me if I was going to go to the Amphitheater with him to start the rehearsals of the musical "State Fair", so I said, "Uh...sure!" He gave me a script and I turned around to go with him toward the amphitheater. At about this point I became aware that I was no longer riding a bicycle, but rather a unicycle...this has nothing to do with the rest of the dream, but I took note of it in the dream so I mention it here.
As we headed there, I started to have some confusion about performing this show. "Didn't we just do this show?" I asked. "No", he said, "it was over a year ago that 'Stage Fair' was last performed here." "No", I replied, "I'm sure it was just 2 months ago that we did 'State Fair'". Of course, in all actuality he was correct, but it was still odd to be doing the same musical 2 years in a row.
When we got to the amphitheater, Dallin - the assistant stage manager and "Prop Tart" from "Noises Off!" - was already there building the set for the show. Only it wasn't the set...it was a space ship. There had been some sort of alien invasion and the remnants of the human race were escaping on massive space ships to colonize distant worlds. As I got on the ship I was directed to my chair/bed which is where I'd spend the next 2 years as we traveled to our destination. My chair/bed was sort-of propped up like a chair, but the top was a big cushion in the shape of a person lying down. I climbed onto it and lied down to try it out...it was actually pretty comfortable.
Suddenly we were at our destination...some distant world to colonize. Apparently the hibernation took affect as soon as you got on the chair/bed, so I completely missed the whole journey.
Another guy on the ship called me over to show me something he'd discovered. He'd found an old iomega Jazz drive and was having it read a Jazz disc. I told him that was cool, and he said, "wait! watch THIS..." He then took out the Jazz disc and put in a CD. Before my eyes the Jazz drive evolved into a CD drive and started playing the CD. I had no idea how this was possible. Then he said something about how much stress it is being the leader of our people and suddenly the Jazz/CD drive attacked us. Its cord wrapped around my neck and the body of the drive was snapping at him. I knew what was happening...this drive was a computer-hybrid Zerg; the very alien race that we'd been fleeing from when we left Earth. This little robot zergling was lying in wait until it discovered who our leader was, then attacked him.
I was able to keep my fingers between the cord and my throat so as to keep it from choking me, and I backed-up enough that it couldn't quite reach our leader-guy, but it was struggling hard. It was about then that I woke up.
*** ***
Monday, August 16, 2010
Paralyzed!! ...well, sortof
*** Dreamt August 15-16, 2010 ***
I was at my parent's Stake Center just sortof wandering around. I could hear what sounded like a big group of people in the cultural hall, so I made my way to it. When I peered in, I was no longer at the Stake Center. I was at a school. I think it may have been my Junior High School. There was an assembly going on in the lunchroom (which is what I was now peering into), and I realized that I was supposed to be in there. I kinda felt self conscious about being out in the hall instead of in where I was supposed to be, so I ducked back around the door.
The principal came out and said, "Ah! There you are!! We're ready for you!" I remembered that I was there to be an inspirational speaker at this assembly. Several years prior I had severely rolled my ankle and from that time had been paralyzed from the ankle down, so I was there to tell the kids my story and how I never let it get me down and all that stuff that people with actual infirmities do when they are motivational speakers.
As I started to hobble up onto the stage I felt an odd tingling in my foot. I realized that after all these years I was re-gaining feeling in my paralyzed foot!! I wasn't happy about it, though, I was torn about what I should do. Should I go on and give my motivational speech as though my foot were still paralyzed? Or should I apologize and just leave?? I didn't know what to say. Happily, I woke up.
*** ***
I was at my parent's Stake Center just sortof wandering around. I could hear what sounded like a big group of people in the cultural hall, so I made my way to it. When I peered in, I was no longer at the Stake Center. I was at a school. I think it may have been my Junior High School. There was an assembly going on in the lunchroom (which is what I was now peering into), and I realized that I was supposed to be in there. I kinda felt self conscious about being out in the hall instead of in where I was supposed to be, so I ducked back around the door.
The principal came out and said, "Ah! There you are!! We're ready for you!" I remembered that I was there to be an inspirational speaker at this assembly. Several years prior I had severely rolled my ankle and from that time had been paralyzed from the ankle down, so I was there to tell the kids my story and how I never let it get me down and all that stuff that people with actual infirmities do when they are motivational speakers.
As I started to hobble up onto the stage I felt an odd tingling in my foot. I realized that after all these years I was re-gaining feeling in my paralyzed foot!! I wasn't happy about it, though, I was torn about what I should do. Should I go on and give my motivational speech as though my foot were still paralyzed? Or should I apologize and just leave?? I didn't know what to say. Happily, I woke up.
*** ***
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Isang Chorus Line
*** Dreamt August 14-15, 2010 ***
I was in auditions for the musical play "A Chorus Line". The director came out and was angry about how messy the stage had become during auditions, so I quickly grabbed a towel I'd left on stage and ran it over to my little Nipa Hut...we were now in the Philippines.
When I came back the stage was entirely made of bamboo just as the floor of Nipa Huts are, and the director started counting off for us to do the rehearsal dance number. I was sure I'd JUST known the steps, but suddenly I couldn't remember any of them. One of the other people auditioning started to show me the steps again, but then I woke up.
*** ***
I was in auditions for the musical play "A Chorus Line". The director came out and was angry about how messy the stage had become during auditions, so I quickly grabbed a towel I'd left on stage and ran it over to my little Nipa Hut...we were now in the Philippines.
When I came back the stage was entirely made of bamboo just as the floor of Nipa Huts are, and the director started counting off for us to do the rehearsal dance number. I was sure I'd JUST known the steps, but suddenly I couldn't remember any of them. One of the other people auditioning started to show me the steps again, but then I woke up.
*** ***
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Doors!
*** Dreamt August 12-13 AND 13-14, 2010 ***
I was in my bedroom and I could hear the play "Noises Off!" being performed out in the hall. My bedroom door was repeatedly being opened and closed (there's lots of door opening and closing during the play) when suddenly there was silence. I knew it wasn't my turn to go out yet, but I also knew that everybody thought it was. I was very frustrated, because I didn't want to go out early, but I couldn't let the silence go on, so to get things moving along I went out through the door, then turned right around and slammed it again.
I continued to listen to the play go on and hear my bedroom door opening and closing until I woke up.
*** ***
This dream happened two days in a row, starting the night of our preview performance of "Noises Off" and then again on opening night. It was kindof stressful.
I was in my bedroom and I could hear the play "Noises Off!" being performed out in the hall. My bedroom door was repeatedly being opened and closed (there's lots of door opening and closing during the play) when suddenly there was silence. I knew it wasn't my turn to go out yet, but I also knew that everybody thought it was. I was very frustrated, because I didn't want to go out early, but I couldn't let the silence go on, so to get things moving along I went out through the door, then turned right around and slammed it again.
I continued to listen to the play go on and hear my bedroom door opening and closing until I woke up.
*** ***
This dream happened two days in a row, starting the night of our preview performance of "Noises Off" and then again on opening night. It was kindof stressful.
Monday, April 12, 2010
A Chorus Line: Home Edition
*** Dreamt April 11-12, 2010 ***
At the beginning of my dream I was talking to Wolfgang Petersen - the director of the film "The Neverending Story". He was telling me about the filming of "The Neverending Story" and how he built up a camaraderie among the cast members and was showing some film he shot of Barret Oliver and Tami Stronach at a park one day, sitting under a tree, laughing and talking.
Suddenly everything changed.
A bunch of my friends and I were performing the musical "A Chorus Line" in the basement of my parents' house. It really wasn't much a show, per se. It really was just a bunch of us sitting around, doing "A Chorus Line" karaoke while a bunch of people sat around and listened to us. I was incredibly impatient as I waited for my big number to come up.
Suddenly it was my turn. I took the microphone and prepared as my song started. ...It was "Dance 10 Looks 3". Now, anybody who knows anything about "A Chorus Line" knows that this song doesn't even make SENSE sung by a dude, but for some reason that was what I was performing. Unfortunately despite my impatience to perform, I'd neglected learning any of my lines, so I was just sort-of mumbling along with it.
Then the karaoke started to get all choppy and quiet. After a few moments we realized what was happening...the Artificial Intelligence unit living in the computer we were using for a karaoke machine was angry that her favorite human wasn't interacting with her. It was pretty annoying, although it really saved me from my horrible performance.
We found the person that the A.I. unit wanted and settled it down. Then we continued the show with another guy singing "No One Fears The Wicked" (from the musical "Wicked") but to the music of some song from "A Chorus Line". For this song, though, the karaoke still wasn't working, so I had to grab my roll-out electric piano and accompany him.
At some point during the number I started to become more lucid and I realized that this song was from the wrong show, and I realized that I don't know how to even play that song...
Then I woke up.
*** *** ***
At the beginning of my dream I was talking to Wolfgang Petersen - the director of the film "The Neverending Story". He was telling me about the filming of "The Neverending Story" and how he built up a camaraderie among the cast members and was showing some film he shot of Barret Oliver and Tami Stronach at a park one day, sitting under a tree, laughing and talking.
Suddenly everything changed.
A bunch of my friends and I were performing the musical "A Chorus Line" in the basement of my parents' house. It really wasn't much a show, per se. It really was just a bunch of us sitting around, doing "A Chorus Line" karaoke while a bunch of people sat around and listened to us. I was incredibly impatient as I waited for my big number to come up.
Suddenly it was my turn. I took the microphone and prepared as my song started. ...It was "Dance 10 Looks 3". Now, anybody who knows anything about "A Chorus Line" knows that this song doesn't even make SENSE sung by a dude, but for some reason that was what I was performing. Unfortunately despite my impatience to perform, I'd neglected learning any of my lines, so I was just sort-of mumbling along with it.
Then the karaoke started to get all choppy and quiet. After a few moments we realized what was happening...the Artificial Intelligence unit living in the computer we were using for a karaoke machine was angry that her favorite human wasn't interacting with her. It was pretty annoying, although it really saved me from my horrible performance.
We found the person that the A.I. unit wanted and settled it down. Then we continued the show with another guy singing "No One Fears The Wicked" (from the musical "Wicked") but to the music of some song from "A Chorus Line". For this song, though, the karaoke still wasn't working, so I had to grab my roll-out electric piano and accompany him.
At some point during the number I started to become more lucid and I realized that this song was from the wrong show, and I realized that I don't know how to even play that song...
Then I woke up.
*** *** ***
No One Expects The Korean Inquisition!!!
*** Dreamt April 10-11, 2010 ***
I woke up to find myself in a large room I'd never been in before...it was somewhat reminscent of the kinda of large, technology-filled, possibly built in a volcano type structure that that Bond villians are so fond of keeping as their secret lairs.
A quick glance around the room showed me who my captor was: Kim Jong Il.
I had a few moments of panic, considering I'd just been taken captive by this diminutive leader of communist North Korea, but then he was actually quite a nice little fellow. He offered me some food, and quite courteously began asking me questions about our government's secrets.
I'm not really sure what led him to believe that I might KNOW any of our government's secrets, but that's why I was there.
About then I woke up.
*** *** ***
I woke up to find myself in a large room I'd never been in before...it was somewhat reminscent of the kinda of large, technology-filled, possibly built in a volcano type structure that that Bond villians are so fond of keeping as their secret lairs.
A quick glance around the room showed me who my captor was: Kim Jong Il.
I had a few moments of panic, considering I'd just been taken captive by this diminutive leader of communist North Korea, but then he was actually quite a nice little fellow. He offered me some food, and quite courteously began asking me questions about our government's secrets.I'm not really sure what led him to believe that I might KNOW any of our government's secrets, but that's why I was there.
About then I woke up.
*** *** ***
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Lowering the Bar...
Was watching "Chopped" on The Food Network...think of "Elimidate", but instead of a dude booting one of 4 original girls each round, it's 3 culunary experts dropping one of 4 chefs each round.
During the judging of Round 1 the judges were disappointed that 3 of the 4 chefs under-cooked their chicken dish, and said that as a result the one chef who fully-cooked his, pretty much won the round by default. Judge Geoffrey Zakarian said, "The other 3 just lowered the bar so far that he shimmied under it without a problem."
...WHAT?!? They LOWERED it so far that it was easy for him to go UNDER it?!? "Raising or Lowering the Bar" is a reference to the sport of High Jump...NOT THE LIMBO!!!
During the judging of Round 1 the judges were disappointed that 3 of the 4 chefs under-cooked their chicken dish, and said that as a result the one chef who fully-cooked his, pretty much won the round by default. Judge Geoffrey Zakarian said, "The other 3 just lowered the bar so far that he shimmied under it without a problem."
...WHAT?!? They LOWERED it so far that it was easy for him to go UNDER it?!? "Raising or Lowering the Bar" is a reference to the sport of High Jump...NOT THE LIMBO!!!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Immortalized on Film
*** Dreamt Feb 22-23, 2010 ***
I was in a movie theatre watching a movie about some character who had died and turned into a white wyvern. The wyvern was incredible looking; it was pure white, had a serpent body, and silk-like wings that went down the length of its body. It flew constantly, but felt incredibly alone because it was the only one of its kind. Then the wyvern's (still human) mother died and was turned into a unicorn. The wyvern saw this happen but before he could do anything the the unicorn took flight (a la Santa's reindeer) and headed off in the direction opposite of where the wyvern was.
The wyvern flew with all its might and finally caught up with the unicorn. The two were incredibly happy to be reunited as mythical beasts and flew off together.
It was at about this point that I suddenly came to the realization that this movie was about my death and what happened to me after I died because I was, in fact, dead. I suddenly NEEDED other people to see the movie about my death!
I was with my friend Haden (who had already seen the movie) and we rushed to his parents' house to tell them that they needed to come with us to go see this movie now because it was just so incredible. His parents had heard that one of my parents' children had recently been killed and they (correctly) presumed it was me, so when they saw me they were kindof shocked, but I played it off cool and they started assuming that it must have been older brother who died.
We went back to the theatre with Haden's parent in tow and started watching the movie again. This time I got to see the first of it, which is what explained how I died. Turns out I was at a movie theatre, walking into the theatre where the movie I was going to see was playing, when a lunatic came around the corner with a sythe and killed me with one fell swoop of his weapon. It was quite scary to see, and my perspective kept switching between 1st and 3rd person, so I'd see him coming at me with the sythe, then I'd see myself backing away from him.
Right about then I leaned over to tell the people I was with that "it gets REALLY good after this part". Then I woke up.
*** *** ***
I'd say at least 1 in 10 of my dreams (bear in mind that not all of my dreams are blogged) takes place, at least in part, in a movie theatre. Not sure why that's such a common locale in my dreams...I don't see movies in the theatre all that often.
So my interpretation of the dream is that I'm a lonely, miserable, old man who's afraid he'll be utterly forgotten about when he dies. ...How's that for accepting the grim reality, eh?!
I was in a movie theatre watching a movie about some character who had died and turned into a white wyvern. The wyvern was incredible looking; it was pure white, had a serpent body, and silk-like wings that went down the length of its body. It flew constantly, but felt incredibly alone because it was the only one of its kind. Then the wyvern's (still human) mother died and was turned into a unicorn. The wyvern saw this happen but before he could do anything the the unicorn took flight (a la Santa's reindeer) and headed off in the direction opposite of where the wyvern was.
The wyvern flew with all its might and finally caught up with the unicorn. The two were incredibly happy to be reunited as mythical beasts and flew off together.
It was at about this point that I suddenly came to the realization that this movie was about my death and what happened to me after I died because I was, in fact, dead. I suddenly NEEDED other people to see the movie about my death!
I was with my friend Haden (who had already seen the movie) and we rushed to his parents' house to tell them that they needed to come with us to go see this movie now because it was just so incredible. His parents had heard that one of my parents' children had recently been killed and they (correctly) presumed it was me, so when they saw me they were kindof shocked, but I played it off cool and they started assuming that it must have been older brother who died.
We went back to the theatre with Haden's parent in tow and started watching the movie again. This time I got to see the first of it, which is what explained how I died. Turns out I was at a movie theatre, walking into the theatre where the movie I was going to see was playing, when a lunatic came around the corner with a sythe and killed me with one fell swoop of his weapon. It was quite scary to see, and my perspective kept switching between 1st and 3rd person, so I'd see him coming at me with the sythe, then I'd see myself backing away from him.
Right about then I leaned over to tell the people I was with that "it gets REALLY good after this part". Then I woke up.
*** *** ***
I'd say at least 1 in 10 of my dreams (bear in mind that not all of my dreams are blogged) takes place, at least in part, in a movie theatre. Not sure why that's such a common locale in my dreams...I don't see movies in the theatre all that often.
So my interpretation of the dream is that I'm a lonely, miserable, old man who's afraid he'll be utterly forgotten about when he dies. ...How's that for accepting the grim reality, eh?!
Friday, February 19, 2010
You know...Colt.
*** Dreamt Feb 14-15, 2010 ***
I was at Butterknifes Estates and we were all downstairs having a little party. We decided to play Mafia, but instead of normal Mafia with the ordinary roles (Mafia, detective, etc..) we were going to play Monty Python Mafia, where all the roles were based on characters from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail".
We went around the room, drawing our roles from a hat and when I got my slip of paper I saw I was supposed to be "Colt". I was confused. I thought these were supposed to be characters from The Holy Grail...I've seen that movie at least a dozen times...who is 'Colt'???
So of course I asked someone, to which they replied, "You know...Colt." He could apparently see from my expression that I didn't know, so he pantomimed Colt for me by doing a little dance and singing in a high-pitched voice "Heeey, I'm Coooolt....". I had no idea what was going on.
My old high school drama teacher was sudden amongst the party guests and started laughing at me and said, "Geez, I thought you knew that movie!" I was so confused!! I DO know that movie!! I demanded access to a computer and immediately looked it up on IMDB. Sure enough, there was the character Colt, but turns out he was a character in a DIFFERENT Monty Python movie!! I felt super vindicated and woke up.
*** ***
I was at Butterknifes Estates and we were all downstairs having a little party. We decided to play Mafia, but instead of normal Mafia with the ordinary roles (Mafia, detective, etc..) we were going to play Monty Python Mafia, where all the roles were based on characters from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail".
We went around the room, drawing our roles from a hat and when I got my slip of paper I saw I was supposed to be "Colt". I was confused. I thought these were supposed to be characters from The Holy Grail...I've seen that movie at least a dozen times...who is 'Colt'???
So of course I asked someone, to which they replied, "You know...Colt." He could apparently see from my expression that I didn't know, so he pantomimed Colt for me by doing a little dance and singing in a high-pitched voice "Heeey, I'm Coooolt....". I had no idea what was going on.
My old high school drama teacher was sudden amongst the party guests and started laughing at me and said, "Geez, I thought you knew that movie!" I was so confused!! I DO know that movie!! I demanded access to a computer and immediately looked it up on IMDB. Sure enough, there was the character Colt, but turns out he was a character in a DIFFERENT Monty Python movie!! I felt super vindicated and woke up.
*** ***
Monday, January 11, 2010
Odd Man Out
*** Dreamt January 9-10, 2010 ***
I was at a Singles Ward activity that had been planned by my former roommate, and Butterknife Estates Slumlord, Thad. Here was the activity: We were going to take a flight to California, and make-out with a random person the whole way. Yes, it was a ward-sponsored NCMO trip to California. We were still at the church, though, partners for the make-out session needed to be picked. Thad was in charge and the way he organized it was that it was going to work like a white-elephant present exchange, where a girl in the ward got to pick a guy, then the next girl could either pick an un-picked guy, or steal a guy from somebody else, but a guy could only be stolen 3 times, then he was stuck with that girl. The real rub was there was less girls than guys, so at the end there'd be some guys left who had to just go home. And you guessed it, when it was all over I was left behind. One of the girls told me, "Sorry, you're kinda cute, but you just didn't really have much of a personality."
*sigh*
So I left, and then the very next day I met an incredible girl whose head at one point strangely reminded me of a bottle of hand lotion. I thought the girl was amazing, but suddenly I didn't know where she was. Her brother was with me, but before I could ask him what her name was, he choked and died.
I started going through the receipts in my wallet to see if I could find anything with her name on it and I found one on which I had hand-written the name "Vaselli". I figured that must be her. So I started looking through my phone to see if she was one of my contacts.
Then her brother came back to life. He got up off the floor and cleared his throat and started mocking me for not having just asked him what her name was. I tried to explain to him that were thought he was dead due to his not breathing and having turned blue, but he simply said that doesn't die unless his windpipe is COMPLETELY blocked, and as it was, there was still a tiny bit of air able to get through.
Then I woke up.
*** *** ***
All I have to say is: Huh?!?
I was at a Singles Ward activity that had been planned by my former roommate, and Butterknife Estates Slumlord, Thad. Here was the activity: We were going to take a flight to California, and make-out with a random person the whole way. Yes, it was a ward-sponsored NCMO trip to California. We were still at the church, though, partners for the make-out session needed to be picked. Thad was in charge and the way he organized it was that it was going to work like a white-elephant present exchange, where a girl in the ward got to pick a guy, then the next girl could either pick an un-picked guy, or steal a guy from somebody else, but a guy could only be stolen 3 times, then he was stuck with that girl. The real rub was there was less girls than guys, so at the end there'd be some guys left who had to just go home. And you guessed it, when it was all over I was left behind. One of the girls told me, "Sorry, you're kinda cute, but you just didn't really have much of a personality."
*sigh*
So I left, and then the very next day I met an incredible girl whose head at one point strangely reminded me of a bottle of hand lotion. I thought the girl was amazing, but suddenly I didn't know where she was. Her brother was with me, but before I could ask him what her name was, he choked and died.
I started going through the receipts in my wallet to see if I could find anything with her name on it and I found one on which I had hand-written the name "Vaselli". I figured that must be her. So I started looking through my phone to see if she was one of my contacts.
Then her brother came back to life. He got up off the floor and cleared his throat and started mocking me for not having just asked him what her name was. I tried to explain to him that were thought he was dead due to his not breathing and having turned blue, but he simply said that doesn't die unless his windpipe is COMPLETELY blocked, and as it was, there was still a tiny bit of air able to get through.
Then I woke up.
*** *** ***
All I have to say is: Huh?!?
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