Pounce Lessons

*** Dreamt May 7-8, 2013 ***

We were getting ready go have a Pounce party.  We were at my cousin Sam's house and people were still kind of milling about, but my date, Carrie, didn't know how to play, so she and I were at the table so I could explain the rules to her.  Nick, Sam, and Brandon were all there, but mostly walking about the room and talking.  I was trying to explain the rules by sort of pantomiming how to play, when Nick brought in several decks of rook cards for us to use.

Nick gave me a deck I'd never seen before and I started laying down the cards as if I were really playing, but quickly found that this was a REALLY messed up rook deck.  Instead of Red, Black, Green, and Yellow, the colors included purple and blue.  This made the explanation more complicated because I had to explain that purple goes on red and blue goes on green.  I also found that on each of those wrong colored cards all over them Heather had written the name of the correct color over and over again...presumably to make it easier to know what color it was supposed to be, but really it just made her look crazy.

Suddenly we were no longer at my Sam's but at my parents' house, and my dad came in the room with a whole bunch of decks of rook cards.  So I gave the messed up deck back to Nick and took the ones from my dad.  Among them in a really fancy box I found two decks of special edition Battlestar Gallactica Rook cards.  I was so excited by them.  I called Brandon over to see them, but he'd already seen them, so he didn't really care.  I asked where they got them, and my dad said that Spencer (my cousin's husband) had given them as a Christmas gift last year.  I thought that was just awesome and proceeded to explain how to play.

I was explaining about how to lay down the 4 cards and the pounce pile, but for some reason I was SUPER obsessed with explaining how you could lay down the cards in any order you want.  For example you could (A) lay down the 4 face up cards, then the pounce pile, then flip over 1 more, or (B) count out the pounce pile, then 5 cards face up, or (C) lay down 1 face up then 3 face down, then another face up, then 3 more face down, until you had a total of 5 up and 12 down....I don't know why I thought this point was so important, but it became the focus of my pounce explanation.

Then I woke up.

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As it turns out, we ARE planning a pounce party at Sam's house and Carrie IS going to be my partner and has never played before, so that explains the basic premise of the dream.  The details, though, are just normal dream insanity.

Harry Potter & The WereSpiders

*** Dreamt May 6-7, 2013 ***

There was a werespider (like werewolves, but spiders) outbreak...and it was spreading FAST.  Like werewolf infections, it was spread by being bit by someone already infected.  Once infected, it was only a short time before an individual would turn into a gigantic (human sized) spider.

Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione (in my dream played by me, and my friends Corey and April) were frantically searching for clues as to what was going on.  We'd rushed down into Dumbledoore's lab, and found this strange symbol written on the wall.  None of us knew what it meant, but I had the feeling that it was some strange alphabet.  An attack of some sort happened where some spiders came in and Dumbledoore ended up getting killed, but none of us seemed too terribly torn up over it.  After the smoke had cleared we sneaked back into the lab to examine the symbol again, only this time Tom Riddle was with us.  It wasn't long before he started changing into a spider, and while he was in mid trans formation we told him to write out his name using the Spider Alphabet, so that we could use it as a primer to decode the message on the wall.  This he did and we were able to decipher that the symbol on the wall spelled out "Bitten" in the spider alphabet, which was some clue to let us know that Dumbledoore had already been infected.  Then another attack started and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up it was a long time later - presumably months - and things had settled down quite a lot.  The humans and spiders had found a peace, although there were WAY more spiders in the world now than humans.  I discovered that Corey had been bitten so he was now a spider, and as a result April and I were now married -- not exactly sure of the logic there, but it made sense in my dream.  Someone handed me my baby, which was a blonde little girl approximately age 1, that looked a lot like baby pictures of me (except for the blonde hair) and her name was Dana.  I was kinda flabbergasted by the blonde hair and said so.  I asked April about the spider situation and she said that it's way better, although it's still kinda hard being a Ging (apparently the word used for non-spiders) in the city where we lived because it was almost entirely a spider city.  I felt a little unsure about being a family of Gings in a spider city, but felt mostly relieved.

Then I woke up.

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The Perils of Astral Projection

*** Dreamt Sept 4-5, 2012 ***

My friend Chad's parents had become interested in the church!  We were all elated, and yet kinda nervous that something might burst their spritual bubble.  Even Chad was interested in Church...in fact, I believe in my dream he was now an active member.

A big group of us (include Chad's entire family) decided we were going to go down to a diner to talk about the final preparations for Chad's parents to become member of the church.  They'd even invited a few friends who didn't know anything about the church, so we were kinda excited to be able to share with them too.

Suddenly me and another guy there swapped consciousness.  I was in his body and he was in mine.  We excused ourselves from the table so we could talk about what had happened and try to figure it out.  We decided to both focus really hard on swapping back.  There was a brief flash, and suddenly we were back in our own bodies.

We headed back and no sooner had we walked into the room that I was in someone ELSE'S body.  Looking around we realized 4 of us had swapped consciousness this time.  We, again, left the group and tried focusing again, but it didn't work.  We realized 2 things: (A) Each time this happened it was going to be harder and harder to swap back, and (B) the reason for this consciousness swap was because we were all thinking about the same thing, and that was causing our consciousness to somehow move around.  After much more focusing and really concentrating hard we 4 got back to our right bodies.

Then suddenly I was SUPER disoriented.  I was no longer in the diner and I really couldn't figure out what was happening.  Someone in the room was explaining to me that I'd been in a coma for the last 7 years and was just now finally waking up from it.  Several of my friends were there, but they all looked older, and there were piles of "Get Well" and "Sympathy" cards, which were all very nice (I read through a few).

I was told that another big conscious swap had happened, and everybody in the group had to really concentrate as hard as we could to get our consciousnesses to swap back, and when it was over everybody was back in their normal bodies, BUT me and Oscar (Chad's family's chihuahua) were both lying on the ground unconscious.  The group figured that somehow mine and Oscar's consciousnesses had gotten swapped in the big final effort, but that our minds rejected the different species consciousness, so we'd gone into comas.  I asked where Oscar was now and they told me that after about 3 years, Chad's mom had gone crazy with the loss of her beloved dog and had killed him by whacking him in the head with a shovel.

As people were talking to me, I sudden got a vision of where I was in relation to the location of the old diner where the original conscious-swapping occurred, and I felt like I needed to go there.  I grabbed some little kid who was suddenly my little sidekick and we headed for the old diner. 

When we got there we found it was no longer a diner, but a dark, gothic-styled museum/Halloween shop.  There I found Chad's mom wandering around sortof in a haze.  When she saw me my point of view suddenly changed to be right down on the floor looking up at her and she came over to me and said, "Oh! What a sweet little face!", something she always said to her dog Oscar.  I was suddenly filled with panic as to what I looked like.  Did I look like a dog??

I ordered my sidekick to find me a mirror.  He quickly produced a bunch of (presumably stolen) wallets and started rifling through them, looking for a mirror.  As I waited I made my way around the museum/Halloween store and find there were some fun-house-style mirrors.  I knew they'd distort things some, but I was sure I'd be able to see my face relatively well.  I stalled for a few moments then looked.  I looked NOTHING like myself.  My forehead and nose had been flatted considerably, and my eyes were set-apart wider and were very squinty and almost swollen looking.  After I minute I realized that I looked like I'd been whacked in the face with the shovel!!  When Chad's mom had killed Oscar because of the consciousness swap, it must have somehow affected my body as well!!

About then my buddy Eli came over to me to ask me some questions.  I realized that he didn't have any idea who I was, and probably thought I worked there.

Then I woke up.

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Of Vandals and Zombies...

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.

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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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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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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(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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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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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!

Tickets to Criminal Minds

Due to popular demand (one person told me to update my blog), the dream blogging is back!!

*** Dreamt March 6-7, 2011 ***

I was at my old high school to see some theater production. My family was also all there. I decided I'd better buy my ticket so I fought through some crowds and bought a ticket to whatever the show was.

I then went over to my family and they were acting quite put off that I'd decided to buy my own ticket instead of using the ticket they'd bought for me and sitting with them. But I didn't KNOW they'd bought me a ticket, so I was irked at them for not having told me. We all went in and found our respective seats. Mine was in the very back of the theater in the balcony. I looked down and could see my family was on the main floor MUCH closer to the stage than I was. As I looked, they all turned around and saw me and waved, and I noticed that a girl I know whom I really dislike was sitting with them, presumably using the ticket that had been meant for me. I was VERY annoyed.

Somehow something happened, though, that upgraded my ticket so suddenly I was being moved to the front row of the theater. I couldn't complain.

Then everything changed.

I was a member of the FBI Behavior Analysis Unit from the TV show "Criminal Minds". Agents Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and I were in the Johansen home (the home of one of my childhood friends). We were discussing a case and Dr. Reid spouted off some random fact and then left the room. The 3 of us still in the room laughed and started commenting on how amazing it was that Dr. Reid knows so much stuff. Then he came back in the room, feelings obviously hurt, and said something to the effect of, "I'm just in the next room; I can hear you making fun of me." He then went back to the other room, leaving the 3 of us in stunned silence.

I followed him and tried to explain, "Spence, you know the only reason we say stuff like that is because you're our favorite!" He didn't seem to buy it. I thought a moment, then tried again, "Okay, you AND J.J. are our favorites!". For some reason that convinced him I was telling the truth, so he smiled and shrugged and all was well.

Then I woke up.

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Be the Ghandi!

*** 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

"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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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