Dream #1
*** Dreamt August 15-16, 2012 (approximately 3:00am) ***
I was visiting my old work, which was now a total dump! When I worked there before it was an office building full of cubicles and computers. Now it was an old warehouse which had been converted into a machine shop. It was cool to see several of my old co-workers, and they asked if I could help build an old car engine with them. I said I would, though I don't ever remember actually building it. I was a little worried about my car, because due to limited parking, I had double parked behind a friend of mine.
When we were done for the day we headed outside and I saw that the front wheels had been stolen from my car. Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't just the tires...my car had been stripped! The doors were gone, the engine was gone, I think the front seats were gone. I'm unsure how I initially only noticed the wheels, but the whole thing was really practically just a frame with back wheels now.
Luckily I had my bicycle (I don't know where this came from, since I'd driven my car there), so I started home. I was somehow talking to people who weren't there as I rode my bike. I asked my buddy Corey if he was still working at that shop and he said he was and that he could come pick me up in the morning if I wanted since I no longer had a car.
I thanked him and my other buddy Eli started fist pumping and stuff because he was so excited that I was going to be working there again.
Then I woke up.
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Dream #2
*** Dreamt August 15-16, 2012 (approximately 7:00am) ***
I was in my parents' house with at least 4 other people...I don't know who they were. We'd been watching the news about the zombie virus that was spreading and we were getting pretty freaked out. This virus was different than the normal zombie virus, because you could still be a normal functioning human and all of the sudden just get uncontrollable urges to bite people and spread the infection. And that's what we were facing, because at some point we realized that one of the guys there with us had the virus.
Of course, the only treatment for the zombie virus is to kill the host, so me and 2 of the others were planning to kill this guy. He was freaking out, 'cuz he kinda knew we were going to have to kill him, but he wasn't sure, and was crying and panicking and shouting and stuff.
The 2 others told me to bring the infected guy downstairs and they'd join me in a sec to help finish him off, so I brought him down there and he was freaking out and suddenly bent over and bit my arm. For some reason I found myself unable to use my arms and legs so my only recourse was to bend down and bite him back on the crown of his head, and I bit him HARD.
He snapped back, shocked that I'd bitten him, and I looked down and saw that his bite on my arm somehow hadn't broken skin. He paced around the room a few times, shouting about how I'd bitten him WAY harder than he'd bitten me, then he bit me again!! So I bit him back again, and again he got very mad and shocked that I'd bitten him. I grabbed a chair (apparently my arms were now working) and was keeping him at bay like a lion-tamer. I told him to wait there and that I'd be right back.
I ran upstairs to find out what was taking the other 2 guys who were supposed to be helping me kill the zombie, and they were just standing around in the kitchen watching TV. I was SO mad at them. They apologized and said they'd forgot, so we headed back down to kill the zombie guy.
Then I woke up.
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I know! I haven't posted on here in FOREVER!! A big part of the reason is I haven't been remembering my dreams like I used to, also I'm lazy. But last night I had two crazy dreams, each of which I remembered rather vividly, so I thought I'd make a blog entry for old times sake.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Crazy Weather
*** Dreamt Nov 30-Dec 1, 2011 ***
I was in the Philippines and it was the rainy season. I was at someone's house, and really needed to go visit someone who lived nearby, but on the other side of some fields. The problem was that the weather was CRAZY. Just torrential rain and winds, so people were being warned to stay indoors.
Someone turned on the radio and we could hear the weather report which was reporting both the weather where we were in the Philippines, as well the the weather around the I-15 corridor. I commented to somehow how interesting it is that the Philippines and Utah always seem to have pretty much exactly the same weather.
As the weather report went on, they warned people to stay off the roads, especially the freeways (and as this was going on it was like my dream was showing me a montage of all the places the radio weatherman was talking about). He (the weatherman) said that the freeways were lined with cars pulled-over, and to watch out for the occasional Jawa Sandcrawler. And sure enough, I saw a shot of a freeway scene with TONS of vehicles pulled over to the sides, most of which were sand speeders like Luke Skywalker drove in Star Wars Episode IV, but there were also a couple of huge Jawa Sandcrawlers pulled off the side of the road. I was quite proud of the people of the Philippines for being so good about pulling over due to the inclement weather (literally EVERY vehicle on the freeway was pulled-over).
I decided I REALLY needed to go visit whomever it was I needed to visit. I bundled up and headed out into the storm. As I started making my way through the yard I saw some church officials outside whom I avoided because I knew they'd make me go back inside. The ground was just dirt (no grass or pavement) and was extremely soggy and muddy. Every step I took, I sunk about 2 inches into the mud. Along the fence line I saw a long row of snickerdoodle cookies were on the ground, which were now extremely soggy and bloated-looking. "What a shame THAT is", I thought to myself, and I imagined how delicious a snickerdoodle would be, if it weren't all huge and soggy due to being left out in the rain.
Then I woke up. My television was on (it has an on-off timer that I use for an alarm clock) and a news report was going on about CRAZY high winds that have been gusting around here all morning.
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I was in the Philippines and it was the rainy season. I was at someone's house, and really needed to go visit someone who lived nearby, but on the other side of some fields. The problem was that the weather was CRAZY. Just torrential rain and winds, so people were being warned to stay indoors.
Someone turned on the radio and we could hear the weather report which was reporting both the weather where we were in the Philippines, as well the the weather around the I-15 corridor. I commented to somehow how interesting it is that the Philippines and Utah always seem to have pretty much exactly the same weather.
As the weather report went on, they warned people to stay off the roads, especially the freeways (and as this was going on it was like my dream was showing me a montage of all the places the radio weatherman was talking about). He (the weatherman) said that the freeways were lined with cars pulled-over, and to watch out for the occasional Jawa Sandcrawler. And sure enough, I saw a shot of a freeway scene with TONS of vehicles pulled over to the sides, most of which were sand speeders like Luke Skywalker drove in Star Wars Episode IV, but there were also a couple of huge Jawa Sandcrawlers pulled off the side of the road. I was quite proud of the people of the Philippines for being so good about pulling over due to the inclement weather (literally EVERY vehicle on the freeway was pulled-over).
I decided I REALLY needed to go visit whomever it was I needed to visit. I bundled up and headed out into the storm. As I started making my way through the yard I saw some church officials outside whom I avoided because I knew they'd make me go back inside. The ground was just dirt (no grass or pavement) and was extremely soggy and muddy. Every step I took, I sunk about 2 inches into the mud. Along the fence line I saw a long row of snickerdoodle cookies were on the ground, which were now extremely soggy and bloated-looking. "What a shame THAT is", I thought to myself, and I imagined how delicious a snickerdoodle would be, if it weren't all huge and soggy due to being left out in the rain.
Then I woke up. My television was on (it has an on-off timer that I use for an alarm clock) and a news report was going on about CRAZY high winds that have been gusting around here all morning.
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
A Trip to the Dentist
*** Dreamt Nov 29-30, 2011 ***
I was in Logan with my married friends Corey and April and we were riding our bikes to the dentist. It so happened that we'd scheduled dental appointments at nearly exactly the same time, so we thought it'd be fun to bike-pool there.
On our way, I started noticing a lot of other people walking the same direction as we were riding. It felt like we were having a pied piper effect, and everybody we'd pass would fall in behind us and start walking in the same direction we were headed.
Finally we arrived at the dentist's office, which looked EXACTLY like the building where I worked while I was in college. We took our bikes to the bike rack and Corey chained the 3 bikes down. At about this point I noticed 2 things. First, my bike didn't having any tires on it...I'd been riding on the rims the whole time, but hadn't noticed until just now. Second, all those people who'd been following us (whom I now saw were all bare-footed, long-haired, flower-carrying hippies right out the 60's) were now headed into the dentist's office.
We made our way through the crowds of hippies to the receptionist desk and she told us a research study being performed by the dentist was going on, and that's what all the hippies were there for; to get molds of their teeth made for money. She asked us to take a seat in the waiting area (which was the atrium of my former workplace). As we waited I started noticing how many of the hippies had dogs, and it was a lot! In fact, a lot of the dogs were in various types of wagons and were being pulled by the hippies. I was extremely annoyed at the situation. I started venting to Corey and April, "What kind of people would bring DOGS to a doctor's office?! What are these people THINKING?? They're just walk-ins, we had appointments....why are WE having to wait??"
I went back to the receptionist to complain, when my two friends got called back for their appointments. I then realized that they were going to finish before me, so Corey would want to take his bike chain, leaving my bike alone and un-secured. I explained this to the receptionist and asked if I could bring my bike inside to keep it safe. She replied that if I wanted to, there was a McDonald's down the road where I could keep it inside. But I REALLY didn't want to have to bring it all the way to the McDonald's, so I started getting more frustrated and didn't know what I was going to do.
About that time, a man working there who could see I was stressed came over to try to make me feel better. He was asking if I'd ever been to that dentist before, to which I angrily replied that I'd been going to that dentist since I was a child. Then he started asking me if I knew if the flavor of Kool-Aid he had was good. I looked at it and saw it was Tropical Punch and told him, "yeah, it's a pretty good flavor". He explained that he didn't know much about Kool-Aid, and was very glad he'd picked a good one. He tore open the packet and poured it into a pitcher of water (which he now somehow had), but I noticed he only poured about half of it in and then set it down on the floor. As he continued apologizing for the wait, I reached down, picked up the packet, and dumped the rest into the pitcher. He then, still very apologetically, said something like, "See!? I don't even know how to make the Kool-Aid!!"
And about then I woke up.
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I was in Logan with my married friends Corey and April and we were riding our bikes to the dentist. It so happened that we'd scheduled dental appointments at nearly exactly the same time, so we thought it'd be fun to bike-pool there.
On our way, I started noticing a lot of other people walking the same direction as we were riding. It felt like we were having a pied piper effect, and everybody we'd pass would fall in behind us and start walking in the same direction we were headed.
Finally we arrived at the dentist's office, which looked EXACTLY like the building where I worked while I was in college. We took our bikes to the bike rack and Corey chained the 3 bikes down. At about this point I noticed 2 things. First, my bike didn't having any tires on it...I'd been riding on the rims the whole time, but hadn't noticed until just now. Second, all those people who'd been following us (whom I now saw were all bare-footed, long-haired, flower-carrying hippies right out the 60's) were now headed into the dentist's office.
We made our way through the crowds of hippies to the receptionist desk and she told us a research study being performed by the dentist was going on, and that's what all the hippies were there for; to get molds of their teeth made for money. She asked us to take a seat in the waiting area (which was the atrium of my former workplace). As we waited I started noticing how many of the hippies had dogs, and it was a lot! In fact, a lot of the dogs were in various types of wagons and were being pulled by the hippies. I was extremely annoyed at the situation. I started venting to Corey and April, "What kind of people would bring DOGS to a doctor's office?! What are these people THINKING?? They're just walk-ins, we had appointments....why are WE having to wait??"
I went back to the receptionist to complain, when my two friends got called back for their appointments. I then realized that they were going to finish before me, so Corey would want to take his bike chain, leaving my bike alone and un-secured. I explained this to the receptionist and asked if I could bring my bike inside to keep it safe. She replied that if I wanted to, there was a McDonald's down the road where I could keep it inside. But I REALLY didn't want to have to bring it all the way to the McDonald's, so I started getting more frustrated and didn't know what I was going to do.
About that time, a man working there who could see I was stressed came over to try to make me feel better. He was asking if I'd ever been to that dentist before, to which I angrily replied that I'd been going to that dentist since I was a child. Then he started asking me if I knew if the flavor of Kool-Aid he had was good. I looked at it and saw it was Tropical Punch and told him, "yeah, it's a pretty good flavor". He explained that he didn't know much about Kool-Aid, and was very glad he'd picked a good one. He tore open the packet and poured it into a pitcher of water (which he now somehow had), but I noticed he only poured about half of it in and then set it down on the floor. As he continued apologizing for the wait, I reached down, picked up the packet, and dumped the rest into the pitcher. He then, still very apologetically, said something like, "See!? I don't even know how to make the Kool-Aid!!"
And about then I woke up.
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Sunday, November 27, 2011
Just Flying
*** Dreamt Nov 26-27, 2011 ***
I was flying!! Well...sortof hovering. I would get a running start, then jump up very high, and sort of just stay at the peak of my jump height, but continuing to move forward (love that inertia!). I was experimenting with different heights varying from just a few feet off the ground to the height of telephone poles. Much of my flying, actually, took place in and around power lines...this seems like a precarious place for flying, but I think I liked having something up there by me as I cruised forward in a cross-legged seated position through the air. It was a lot of fun!
I'd been flying around I-15 in Layton, so I stopped by at my friend S'ven's house (which in real life is NOT in Layton). He seemed to already know that I could fly, because he wasn't shocked at all by it. In fact, he suggested I shouldn't fly in such plain sight of the public. I agreed. This needed to be kept on the down low.
I decided the best way to keep it secret was to fly at higher altitudes. So I went outside and prepared to jump higher. I looked at the grass by my feet and jumped as high as I could. It was like being all the way zoomed-in on Google Maps, then mouse-wheeling down really quickly. I was EXTREMELY high and immediately became disoriented of where I was. I could see the Great Salt Lake, and surrounding areas of Northern Utah, but couldn't quite figure out where I'd just been and what, exactly, was directly below me. I needed to descend to a more manageable altitude. I went down, but too fast, 'cuz before I knew it I was back around the power lines again.
And then I woke up.
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I was flying!! Well...sortof hovering. I would get a running start, then jump up very high, and sort of just stay at the peak of my jump height, but continuing to move forward (love that inertia!). I was experimenting with different heights varying from just a few feet off the ground to the height of telephone poles. Much of my flying, actually, took place in and around power lines...this seems like a precarious place for flying, but I think I liked having something up there by me as I cruised forward in a cross-legged seated position through the air. It was a lot of fun!
I'd been flying around I-15 in Layton, so I stopped by at my friend S'ven's house (which in real life is NOT in Layton). He seemed to already know that I could fly, because he wasn't shocked at all by it. In fact, he suggested I shouldn't fly in such plain sight of the public. I agreed. This needed to be kept on the down low.
I decided the best way to keep it secret was to fly at higher altitudes. So I went outside and prepared to jump higher. I looked at the grass by my feet and jumped as high as I could. It was like being all the way zoomed-in on Google Maps, then mouse-wheeling down really quickly. I was EXTREMELY high and immediately became disoriented of where I was. I could see the Great Salt Lake, and surrounding areas of Northern Utah, but couldn't quite figure out where I'd just been and what, exactly, was directly below me. I needed to descend to a more manageable altitude. I went down, but too fast, 'cuz before I knew it I was back around the power lines again.
And then I woke up.
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Saturday, November 26, 2011
(Not) My Dream Job
Lately I've starting having rather vivid dreams that I remember quite well in the morning, so I'm going to blog them while it lasts.
*** Dreamt Nov 25-26, 2011 ***
I was in a parking garage, getting ready to head up to my dad's office. He was going to try to help me get a job at his company, so I was there wearing a suit and tie, ready to go. I took the elevator up to his floor which was REALLY high-up...I'm not sure how tall, exactly, the building was, but it would probably be considered a sky scraper.
When I got to the right floor, I got off the elevator and found that the interior of the building was EXTREMELY reminiscent of the 4th floor of Old Main at USU. It was rather cramped, with low ceilings and narrow corridors. I went down the hall a ways and found my father's office. I poked my head in and he had a TINY office that was just FULL of stacks of papers. I started feeling claustrophobic and nervous about being there, but he seemed happy enough to see me.
He pulled himself away from his mass of paperwork and started leading me down the hall to someone who'd be over the hiring process. At this point I was feeling extremely anxious about being there, but it didn't last long because it made me nervous enough that I woke up.
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*** Dreamt Nov 25-26, 2011 ***
I was in a parking garage, getting ready to head up to my dad's office. He was going to try to help me get a job at his company, so I was there wearing a suit and tie, ready to go. I took the elevator up to his floor which was REALLY high-up...I'm not sure how tall, exactly, the building was, but it would probably be considered a sky scraper.
When I got to the right floor, I got off the elevator and found that the interior of the building was EXTREMELY reminiscent of the 4th floor of Old Main at USU. It was rather cramped, with low ceilings and narrow corridors. I went down the hall a ways and found my father's office. I poked my head in and he had a TINY office that was just FULL of stacks of papers. I started feeling claustrophobic and nervous about being there, but he seemed happy enough to see me.
He pulled himself away from his mass of paperwork and started leading me down the hall to someone who'd be over the hiring process. At this point I was feeling extremely anxious about being there, but it didn't last long because it made me nervous enough that I woke up.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Mission to Japan, German speaking
*** Dreamt June 20-21, 2011 ***
I had just arrived at my first area of my 2nd mission. This time I was serving in Japan. I was feeling kind of stressed, though, because since I'd been on a mission before, I didn't go to the MTC again, so I had no language training AT ALL. I met my first companion who was Elder Hiller (the same name as my first companion in the Philippines), but he looked EXACTLY like my roommate/slumlord from BkE, Thad. I told him about the language problem, and he seemed kind of surprised that I didn't even know the Japanese alphabet, so he said he'd help me. I was very excited to learn German (Yes, the language suddenly changed mid-dream) because I know several people who speak German, but as time went on, he kept putting it off and never did help me learn it.
Then I woke up.
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I had just arrived at my first area of my 2nd mission. This time I was serving in Japan. I was feeling kind of stressed, though, because since I'd been on a mission before, I didn't go to the MTC again, so I had no language training AT ALL. I met my first companion who was Elder Hiller (the same name as my first companion in the Philippines), but he looked EXACTLY like my roommate/slumlord from BkE, Thad. I told him about the language problem, and he seemed kind of surprised that I didn't even know the Japanese alphabet, so he said he'd help me. I was very excited to learn German (Yes, the language suddenly changed mid-dream) because I know several people who speak German, but as time went on, he kept putting it off and never did help me learn it.
Then I woke up.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tickets to The Nutcracker
*** Dreamt March 28-29, 2011 ***
My family had tickets to see The Nutcracker. As we were entering the theatre my older brother informed me that a ticket had also been purchased for a girl I know whom I really dislike. I was ANGRY. I started fuming inside and couldn't even speak. I just glared at my brother.
When we got up to our seats I found that my seat wasn't even with the rest of my family! I was even more mad. WHY would they put them in another section than them?? I took my seat and the ballet began.
The production had scarcely begun when the entire section of seats I was in started mechanically separating the seats from one another and sliding around. I hardly had time to react before I found my seat (along with several others) had been moved onto the stage and the dancers were performing around us. I was delighted! I had forgotten about that part of the ballet and I realized that my mom probably gave me that seat because it was the best in the house. I couldn't help but grin, despite feeling some waning level of anger from before.
Then I woke up.
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What's the deal?!? What is my subconscious working through?? MANY aspects of this dream are identical to those in my "Tickets to Criminal Minds" dream from earlier this month. I'm baffled at what it may symbolize, though. My family and I being separated at an event, finding out (in great anger) than someone I dislike is with my family instead of me, then finding out that where I am is better (or becomes better) than being with my family are 3 blatantly recurring elements in these dreams. I don't FEEL any separation anxiety from my family...I haven't lived at home for years. There's no one new in my family that I dislike. ...I don't know.
I welcome interpretationss!
My family had tickets to see The Nutcracker. As we were entering the theatre my older brother informed me that a ticket had also been purchased for a girl I know whom I really dislike. I was ANGRY. I started fuming inside and couldn't even speak. I just glared at my brother.
When we got up to our seats I found that my seat wasn't even with the rest of my family! I was even more mad. WHY would they put them in another section than them?? I took my seat and the ballet began.
The production had scarcely begun when the entire section of seats I was in started mechanically separating the seats from one another and sliding around. I hardly had time to react before I found my seat (along with several others) had been moved onto the stage and the dancers were performing around us. I was delighted! I had forgotten about that part of the ballet and I realized that my mom probably gave me that seat because it was the best in the house. I couldn't help but grin, despite feeling some waning level of anger from before.
Then I woke up.
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What's the deal?!? What is my subconscious working through?? MANY aspects of this dream are identical to those in my "Tickets to Criminal Minds" dream from earlier this month. I'm baffled at what it may symbolize, though. My family and I being separated at an event, finding out (in great anger) than someone I dislike is with my family instead of me, then finding out that where I am is better (or becomes better) than being with my family are 3 blatantly recurring elements in these dreams. I don't FEEL any separation anxiety from my family...I haven't lived at home for years. There's no one new in my family that I dislike. ...I don't know.
I welcome interpretationss!
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