I have been having a lot of weird dreams lately. I don't know if it's because I'm actually getting real sleep every night, or because something weird is happening. The other night I had two separate dreams (separated by awakeness) that we had to move to Seattle. The only good thing about the move was I got to see Michael. In my dream though I never actually got to see him, only had the intention of calling him. When I woke up from the second one of these dreams, I almost picked up my phone to call him, to say that I was in Seattle. Then I remembered that I was still in Ann Arbor. Oh god that was confusing. Severely. Then I actually did call my mom to ask if anyone was moving in the family. She said not to her knowledge. I don't know if this dream means that I'm going to be moving soon or not. I'm confused. And slightly concerned.
Last night I had a really weird dream including sparkly costumes, Terri Sarris with pink streaks in her hair, art students, film students, my high school auditorium, children and a white yak that I brought back from the bathroom. I don't get it. It's just plain weird. Oh yeah, and Shoshana made cookies. WHAT is going on in my head?
I've been doing a lot of reading lately, maybe that has something to do with it? Unsure. I just hope I don't have anymore stressful dreams. It puts me in a mood all day if I have weird dreams. A weird mood.
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I might be going crazy...
Had another crazy weird dream last night. I can't really explain the whole thing for many reasons, mostly because words can't describe it. However, I can tell you that Shia LeBeouf was there. We were in the mall hiding in the bushes (you know, the fake ones) because a monster was coming, we saw a bit of it, and in its wake there was a cliff type thing, another object it left in its wake was strawberries. Shia decided that it would be a good idea to figure out how to get a strawberry, and when he did, he sprouted wings. This is only like a two second part of the dream which was good and long, all like this too. CRAZY! Lots and lots of colors, which I hear only certain people dream in color. I should really get my dreams analyzed.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Bob Dylan? Really?
I remembered another dream. It's a weird one because it connects to another that I had the other day. I guess I should start with the little bit of that one and then explain the dream I just had.
Well the other day, as a part of a few other dreams that I was having, I was suddenly on the set of a feature film that was about Bob Dylan. Not that strange right? Especially since I just saw Factory Girl which has Bobby in it and also saw an add for I'm Not There. The strange part wasn't the fact that it was about Bob Dylan, it was the fact that the director of this film was so invested in it, that he felt whatever Bob was supposed to feel in that scene, if Bob had a stomach ache, he had a stomach ache. So that's the dream leading into up to the dream I just had.
This morning, I woke up just after I had it and found it so strange that I made myself remember it. It started out with the same scene that I had seen the director fall down from a stomach ache in. So Bob wasn't feeling that well. (Don't ask me if what I was watching in my dream was a movie or if it was the real event because I don't know) However, he had to go out to greet his fans. He was in the basement of whatever arena or stage he was playing at and when he walked out of his door into the hallway (all concrete), there was this long table set up with people standing all around it waiting for his autograph. He started writing them right and left, but he was still feeling kind of sick and weak. So when the art on the walls, which was his, started getting looted, he could barely do anything about it. It was a frenzy to get all of the art and he gave up caring. Some kids were taking down mixed media pieces and pulling them apart, this led him to run over to them and say, "If you're gonna steal it, don't take it apart!". Bob then left the hallway and proceeded to give his concert, where he played, not the harmonica, but a small keyboard with his mouth. It was rigged up and everything just like the harmonica would have been around his neck. Then I woke up.
Now, normally, I can't really put two and two together on why I have the dreams that I do, but this one makes a lot of sense as just a jumbled mess of things I've been thinking about recently. Such as:
-Had a lot of Bob Dylan references recently
-Juliana's been feeling sick to her stomach
-I've been watching Lost, where there are strange hallways made of concrete
-Lost is just messed up so weird things happen to people all the time
-I've been afraid about my art getting damaged while in storage
-I've also been thinking a lot about the harmonica, don't ask why
Jumbled mess, that's all this dream was.
Well the other day, as a part of a few other dreams that I was having, I was suddenly on the set of a feature film that was about Bob Dylan. Not that strange right? Especially since I just saw Factory Girl which has Bobby in it and also saw an add for I'm Not There. The strange part wasn't the fact that it was about Bob Dylan, it was the fact that the director of this film was so invested in it, that he felt whatever Bob was supposed to feel in that scene, if Bob had a stomach ache, he had a stomach ache. So that's the dream leading into up to the dream I just had.
This morning, I woke up just after I had it and found it so strange that I made myself remember it. It started out with the same scene that I had seen the director fall down from a stomach ache in. So Bob wasn't feeling that well. (Don't ask me if what I was watching in my dream was a movie or if it was the real event because I don't know) However, he had to go out to greet his fans. He was in the basement of whatever arena or stage he was playing at and when he walked out of his door into the hallway (all concrete), there was this long table set up with people standing all around it waiting for his autograph. He started writing them right and left, but he was still feeling kind of sick and weak. So when the art on the walls, which was his, started getting looted, he could barely do anything about it. It was a frenzy to get all of the art and he gave up caring. Some kids were taking down mixed media pieces and pulling them apart, this led him to run over to them and say, "If you're gonna steal it, don't take it apart!". Bob then left the hallway and proceeded to give his concert, where he played, not the harmonica, but a small keyboard with his mouth. It was rigged up and everything just like the harmonica would have been around his neck. Then I woke up.
Now, normally, I can't really put two and two together on why I have the dreams that I do, but this one makes a lot of sense as just a jumbled mess of things I've been thinking about recently. Such as:
-Had a lot of Bob Dylan references recently
-Juliana's been feeling sick to her stomach
-I've been watching Lost, where there are strange hallways made of concrete
-Lost is just messed up so weird things happen to people all the time
-I've been afraid about my art getting damaged while in storage
-I've also been thinking a lot about the harmonica, don't ask why
Jumbled mess, that's all this dream was.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Dreamz
I had another very strange dream last night. I can't explain all of it because I only remember bits and pieces of it.
There was a giant disappearing, progressively more albino shark that the locals liked to call a 'land whale' because it came up on land? There were also giraffes that walked around under water and above water. This whole thing took place on an island on stilts that was a combination of Greece, the whole of Africa and Australia. This was a continuation of a dream I had the other night where I learned about this island in a class. I had memory flashbacks to this 'learning experience' in the classroom in said previous dream. In this dream I watched a news report about this 'land whale', which was a flashback. There was also a woman that fainted, a guide that didn't like where we were going, mountains that led to the beach (which is apparently where we were trying to get to), a tourist group watching dolphins, and a melon thing that when opened looked like brains.
I think there must be something wrong with me.
I looked up 'Land Whale' on Urban Dictionary and this is what I got:
1. land whale
The big blobs of people who can't move and get crushed by their own weight.
2. Land Whale
A person who is obese and has a big enough overhang to shelter a moose.
3. Land Whale
A fat, stupid sidekick with no real purpose except for to make its companions look better. (in most cases land whales are needed or else its friends would appear hideous)
And this is one of the images of a 'Land Whale' that I found on google.
Go figure.
There was a giant disappearing, progressively more albino shark that the locals liked to call a 'land whale' because it came up on land? There were also giraffes that walked around under water and above water. This whole thing took place on an island on stilts that was a combination of Greece, the whole of Africa and Australia. This was a continuation of a dream I had the other night where I learned about this island in a class. I had memory flashbacks to this 'learning experience' in the classroom in said previous dream. In this dream I watched a news report about this 'land whale', which was a flashback. There was also a woman that fainted, a guide that didn't like where we were going, mountains that led to the beach (which is apparently where we were trying to get to), a tourist group watching dolphins, and a melon thing that when opened looked like brains.
I think there must be something wrong with me.
I looked up 'Land Whale' on Urban Dictionary and this is what I got:
1. land whale
The big blobs of people who can't move and get crushed by their own weight.
2. Land Whale
A person who is obese and has a big enough overhang to shelter a moose.
3. Land Whale
A fat, stupid sidekick with no real purpose except for to make its companions look better. (in most cases land whales are needed or else its friends would appear hideous)
And this is one of the images of a 'Land Whale' that I found on google.
Go figure.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
By request...
So, my dreams are pretty strange most of the time, and only rarely do I remember them. I can recall random bits and pieces which allude to the fact that my dreams can be effed up. There are the select few that I consciously tell myself I must remember. This is one of those dreams.
A little background on my life when I had this dream. It was fall of 2006 and I was mentally preparing myself to go abroad. And I was stressed about school. Two important factors.
For whatever reason, probably because I was about to travel to Europe, I needed to learn French. But of course, I would have to go back to my high school to do this (obvious I know...what?). In high school I took Spanish, so of course I never saw the classrooms where French was taught. When I got to the school, I went to the classroom where I was taught Spanish 2 and 3. This was the wrong room. I figured out that this was more advanced French and I needed beginners. I left and walked down the hall to the room where I had Spanish 1. This was the correct room and I knew it (don't ask me how, I just did). However, when I got there, a girl that I graduated with was in there serving horderves and coffee to all these elderly people. So, I joined in. Once they were all done, the room was magically cleaned and Kaitlyn was no longer there.
In walked one of my friends from high school Joe, accompanied by a few of his friends from MSU. They were there to learn French as well. We were all standing at the front of the classroom waiting for the teacher, when the back of the room transformed into the facade of a palace, separated from us by rocks and water. Logically, we all decided it would be a good idea to jump off the rocks into the water for fun while waiting around. Don't ask me to explain how this all fit into the classroom, but there must have been some form of trickery...because, well, it's a dream where gravity and space physics don't apply. We were jumping off into the water, and I don't think I did it more than once because of my fear of water (or at least large bodies of it). This is the point where I realized that this was a dangerous thing for us to be doing because the waves were smashing on the rocks. I tried to warn everyone but nobody would listen to me. This kid jumped off and got smashed.
I almost freaked out, but THEN, I went back in time about 5 or 10 minutes. This meant that I could save this kid's life. I told him he couldn't jump off, I tried to warn Joe that he would die if he jumped, but the kid did it anyways, but not without someone trying to stop him. This led to him getting injured but not dying. I then proceeded to use the phone to call 911. I told the police on the receiving line that someone was hurt and we needed an ambulance. They told me that they couldn't pick us up at the school, and that we would have to walk to the hardware store (which is not close by any means). I hung up the phone stunned, and decided we should just take him in my car. He was kind of coming around at this point and was able to walk, with help, so we went out to the parking lot. However, I could not find my car, and Joe's little brother Nick just happened to be there so he said he would help us.
Right then, a shuttle bus drove up that said Saline Hospital on it, so Joe and his friend just said that they would take the shuttle to the hospital, and they left. I still needed to find my car though, so I was walking through the aisles. Another one of Joes friends came up to me to try and tell me something, when a HUGE machete came through his chest as if someone had stabbed him from behind. This is where it got weird. The picture stopped moving, and it was just paused on this image of this kid getting stabbed. Then the credits started to roll. This is where I woke up. Apparently I watched a movie in my dream, and woke up when it was over.
See how strange my brain is?
A little background on my life when I had this dream. It was fall of 2006 and I was mentally preparing myself to go abroad. And I was stressed about school. Two important factors.
For whatever reason, probably because I was about to travel to Europe, I needed to learn French. But of course, I would have to go back to my high school to do this (obvious I know...what?). In high school I took Spanish, so of course I never saw the classrooms where French was taught. When I got to the school, I went to the classroom where I was taught Spanish 2 and 3. This was the wrong room. I figured out that this was more advanced French and I needed beginners. I left and walked down the hall to the room where I had Spanish 1. This was the correct room and I knew it (don't ask me how, I just did). However, when I got there, a girl that I graduated with was in there serving horderves and coffee to all these elderly people. So, I joined in. Once they were all done, the room was magically cleaned and Kaitlyn was no longer there.
In walked one of my friends from high school Joe, accompanied by a few of his friends from MSU. They were there to learn French as well. We were all standing at the front of the classroom waiting for the teacher, when the back of the room transformed into the facade of a palace, separated from us by rocks and water. Logically, we all decided it would be a good idea to jump off the rocks into the water for fun while waiting around. Don't ask me to explain how this all fit into the classroom, but there must have been some form of trickery...because, well, it's a dream where gravity and space physics don't apply. We were jumping off into the water, and I don't think I did it more than once because of my fear of water (or at least large bodies of it). This is the point where I realized that this was a dangerous thing for us to be doing because the waves were smashing on the rocks. I tried to warn everyone but nobody would listen to me. This kid jumped off and got smashed.
I almost freaked out, but THEN, I went back in time about 5 or 10 minutes. This meant that I could save this kid's life. I told him he couldn't jump off, I tried to warn Joe that he would die if he jumped, but the kid did it anyways, but not without someone trying to stop him. This led to him getting injured but not dying. I then proceeded to use the phone to call 911. I told the police on the receiving line that someone was hurt and we needed an ambulance. They told me that they couldn't pick us up at the school, and that we would have to walk to the hardware store (which is not close by any means). I hung up the phone stunned, and decided we should just take him in my car. He was kind of coming around at this point and was able to walk, with help, so we went out to the parking lot. However, I could not find my car, and Joe's little brother Nick just happened to be there so he said he would help us.
Right then, a shuttle bus drove up that said Saline Hospital on it, so Joe and his friend just said that they would take the shuttle to the hospital, and they left. I still needed to find my car though, so I was walking through the aisles. Another one of Joes friends came up to me to try and tell me something, when a HUGE machete came through his chest as if someone had stabbed him from behind. This is where it got weird. The picture stopped moving, and it was just paused on this image of this kid getting stabbed. Then the credits started to roll. This is where I woke up. Apparently I watched a movie in my dream, and woke up when it was over.
See how strange my brain is?
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