I think last night’s dream was one of the best in a loooong time.
In it, I was running through the streets. I couldn’t find where I was going, but luckily for me, Ryan Reynolds was in his Green Lantern suit and tap dancing, literally with a cane and a top hat, singing me a song and showing me the way…if I could only remember where he led me to, or even what the song was…
He led me into a house where his mother showed me their pet baby unicorn that they kept in the bottom cabinet in their living room. The living room looked a lot like my boyfriend’s living room, but when Ryan Reynold’s mom, who looked like a Grandma by the way, when she took out this unicorn, it just looked like a pomeranian. BOO.
But it was Ryan Reynolds’ so I was impressed. Obviously.
Then I went upstairs, and his house was completely normal until then. Once I reached the top of the stairs, the whole scenery changed. I was in a multi-story factory that kind of looked like the line of Test Track in Disney World, but at the end of each row of where people would wait in line, there were rooms.
I opened the door to one of the rooms, and I felt like that was where I needed to be. There was a girl from my middle school/high school named Emily, some other people I don’t know, and Jason Stackhouse from True Blood.
For some reason we all started stabbing each other and hiding, and running, like we needed to do those things. And it was the most frightening thing of my life.
BUT THEN I just stopped, and looked at Jason and kissed him. HEY IT WAS A DREAM OKAY I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND AND JASON ISNT EVEN A REAL PERSON SO SHUSH. And it made him stop stabbing me. And then I like, stalked him the whole dream and he kept trying to hide from me. Oops.
And then I waked up.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Walking down a falling plane
I love the creativity sparked within me while I sleep.
Last night's was no different.
It began with me sitting and everyone telling me that I had a crush on this boy I knew in middle school that I clearly was not ever interested in. His name is Zach and I see him sometimes because he works at this ice cream place, but otherwise the dream fairy picked out a seriously random person for people to be pairing me with.
So in this dream I was on a sports team (I can't really determine what kind of sport) and at practice, all of the people around me were making fun of me for liking this guy that I knew I didn't even like. It turned out he had low self esteem and left practice because he felt like he wasn't valued on the team, and I didn't want anyone to think I liked him so I didn't go after him. I just let him leave. Weird.
The next part of my dream included some of my middle school to high school friends, Rose, Jenny, and others I can't remember. Megan from Saint Dom's was there too. Jenny and some others that I don't remember had a little gathering. I was excited and showed up, but when I arrived all they had talked about was inside jokes that I was not a part of. So I left the room and hung out with Megsie and we talked about being left out.
In the middle of this conversation, Megan disappeared and a line of students who are my age now showed up, and I had to give a speech about sustainability on a jet while it flew over the city of Chicago.
I gave the speech but this song by the Killers, "Smile Like You Mean It", kept playing too loudly over my voice so everyone could not hear me. Once they could hear me, I could hear them all trying to talk over me, but when I looked at them they all looked attentive and no one was talking. The room on the jet was set up like a classroom and it was huge. It had tables that everyone sat behind and looked at me from.
We took the jet over some fields and the jet began to go directly toward the ground, nosediving, like a torpedo. Except it was moving slowly and we were all just walking calmly as it was at a 90 degree angle toward the ground. We were now walking on top of the jet and it was made of something like the material of a moon bounce. Again we were really calm as it crashed to the ground and we landed on the balloon like material in a junkyard. That was it.
Last night's was no different.
It began with me sitting and everyone telling me that I had a crush on this boy I knew in middle school that I clearly was not ever interested in. His name is Zach and I see him sometimes because he works at this ice cream place, but otherwise the dream fairy picked out a seriously random person for people to be pairing me with.
So in this dream I was on a sports team (I can't really determine what kind of sport) and at practice, all of the people around me were making fun of me for liking this guy that I knew I didn't even like. It turned out he had low self esteem and left practice because he felt like he wasn't valued on the team, and I didn't want anyone to think I liked him so I didn't go after him. I just let him leave. Weird.
The next part of my dream included some of my middle school to high school friends, Rose, Jenny, and others I can't remember. Megan from Saint Dom's was there too. Jenny and some others that I don't remember had a little gathering. I was excited and showed up, but when I arrived all they had talked about was inside jokes that I was not a part of. So I left the room and hung out with Megsie and we talked about being left out.
In the middle of this conversation, Megan disappeared and a line of students who are my age now showed up, and I had to give a speech about sustainability on a jet while it flew over the city of Chicago.
I gave the speech but this song by the Killers, "Smile Like You Mean It", kept playing too loudly over my voice so everyone could not hear me. Once they could hear me, I could hear them all trying to talk over me, but when I looked at them they all looked attentive and no one was talking. The room on the jet was set up like a classroom and it was huge. It had tables that everyone sat behind and looked at me from.
We took the jet over some fields and the jet began to go directly toward the ground, nosediving, like a torpedo. Except it was moving slowly and we were all just walking calmly as it was at a 90 degree angle toward the ground. We were now walking on top of the jet and it was made of something like the material of a moon bounce. Again we were really calm as it crashed to the ground and we landed on the balloon like material in a junkyard. That was it.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Some Fall Out Boy, Workaholics, Victoria Beckham...See. I wasn't kidding.
OKAY SO.
I probably should start with last night's dream. That's the one that inspired me to start this eh?
It's been a few hours since I've woken up, so hopefully I relay this properly.
I remember a multitude of things, starting with me living in the same building that I did on campus the second half of the last trimester this year (I did move out...long story). For some reason my room was on the corner of the building, at the top of a staircase that had no door, but in my room there were windows with no curtains, facing the hallway. AND EVERYONE LOOKED IN ON ME WHILE I WAS SITTING THERE WATCHING TV. Like, why?
Well this girl came up the stairs, someone I haven't really spoken to since my first high school, and who definitely does not go to my college. But in real life I've always remembered her as someone who was bubbly. So I was surprised at this point in my dream because she was very bland and laid back. And quite. And boring.
Until she told me she had tickets to a secret show to see Fall Out Boy that night in Chicago. I FLIPPED. She told me to go pick out clothes at the nearest store and to come back and we'd go.
So I went to this store (how I got there, who knows, but I HATE driving, so in my dreams I always just appear places. I never have to actually travel. It's nice), and in this store, there were clothes from Victoria's Secret PINK, and multiple other clothes that were from cute places. And the prices were like, $4 an item. It was beautiful.
I walked around a bit, and found on one of the clothing items, Pete Wentz, the bassist from Fall Out Boy, had left me a note on one of the dresses telling me if I took it, it was already paid for just for me. So being the stupid person I am, I left it there and kept walking around, and came back to some Asian lady taking the note off. EXCUSE ME ASIAN LADY.
I was pissed and when she took the note off, the dress didn't even look the same. What the hell.
Later on, I went back home, after shopping for what seemed like hours, and by home, I mean my dorm. And that girl from high school was still there, but she had transformed to look like some girl I knew from middle school, except she was my age now. And that girl told me she hated me and wanted to bring my other friend instead. So I threw a fit and went to a restaurant in New York City where I saw Victoria Beckham, and I tried talking to her. And she ignored me. Of course. She's too good for me obviously, dream Victoria. Thanks.
And the dream ended by me going to stay with the guys from Workaholics.
Can't complain.
I probably should start with last night's dream. That's the one that inspired me to start this eh?
It's been a few hours since I've woken up, so hopefully I relay this properly.
I remember a multitude of things, starting with me living in the same building that I did on campus the second half of the last trimester this year (I did move out...long story). For some reason my room was on the corner of the building, at the top of a staircase that had no door, but in my room there were windows with no curtains, facing the hallway. AND EVERYONE LOOKED IN ON ME WHILE I WAS SITTING THERE WATCHING TV. Like, why?
Well this girl came up the stairs, someone I haven't really spoken to since my first high school, and who definitely does not go to my college. But in real life I've always remembered her as someone who was bubbly. So I was surprised at this point in my dream because she was very bland and laid back. And quite. And boring.
Until she told me she had tickets to a secret show to see Fall Out Boy that night in Chicago. I FLIPPED. She told me to go pick out clothes at the nearest store and to come back and we'd go.
So I went to this store (how I got there, who knows, but I HATE driving, so in my dreams I always just appear places. I never have to actually travel. It's nice), and in this store, there were clothes from Victoria's Secret PINK, and multiple other clothes that were from cute places. And the prices were like, $4 an item. It was beautiful.
I walked around a bit, and found on one of the clothing items, Pete Wentz, the bassist from Fall Out Boy, had left me a note on one of the dresses telling me if I took it, it was already paid for just for me. So being the stupid person I am, I left it there and kept walking around, and came back to some Asian lady taking the note off. EXCUSE ME ASIAN LADY.
I was pissed and when she took the note off, the dress didn't even look the same. What the hell.
Later on, I went back home, after shopping for what seemed like hours, and by home, I mean my dorm. And that girl from high school was still there, but she had transformed to look like some girl I knew from middle school, except she was my age now. And that girl told me she hated me and wanted to bring my other friend instead. So I threw a fit and went to a restaurant in New York City where I saw Victoria Beckham, and I tried talking to her. And she ignored me. Of course. She's too good for me obviously, dream Victoria. Thanks.
And the dream ended by me going to stay with the guys from Workaholics.
Can't complain.
Dreamsies
This blog started out as an assignment for my spanish class (if you can see my old posts, you'll notice they're written in poorly crafted Spanish sentences...) but I'm now realizing that I have some ridiculous dreams. And that maybe I should share them.
Now, a little background on me: my name is Anna. I am from a suburb of Chicago, Illinois. I major in Broadcast Communication in a town near my said hometown in Illinois. And I sleep. A lot. Not when you sleep, though. Just whenever I want, which happens to not be at a time when normal people do.
You're probably thinking, what the hell does that mean? Does she stop time and to rest in some parallel universe or something? No. Just...if I explained it this wouldn't be as fun.
ANYWAY.
I've had so many ridiculous dreams I cannot even count them, and I have absolutely no idea where I get the ideas for these dreams. Some say dreams happen as a result of thoughts happening throughout your day coming together, but honestly the way these dreams are set up, I hope to whatever deity is up in the sky that I'm not thinking about these things throughout the day.
Lastly--as you and most normal humans function, I don't remember EVERY single one of my dreams. So sometimes my posts could be weeks or months apart. Let's just hope not, because not to be biased, but my dreams get a little weird. Expect one shortly.
Now, a little background on me: my name is Anna. I am from a suburb of Chicago, Illinois. I major in Broadcast Communication in a town near my said hometown in Illinois. And I sleep. A lot. Not when you sleep, though. Just whenever I want, which happens to not be at a time when normal people do.
You're probably thinking, what the hell does that mean? Does she stop time and to rest in some parallel universe or something? No. Just...if I explained it this wouldn't be as fun.
ANYWAY.
I've had so many ridiculous dreams I cannot even count them, and I have absolutely no idea where I get the ideas for these dreams. Some say dreams happen as a result of thoughts happening throughout your day coming together, but honestly the way these dreams are set up, I hope to whatever deity is up in the sky that I'm not thinking about these things throughout the day.
Lastly--as you and most normal humans function, I don't remember EVERY single one of my dreams. So sometimes my posts could be weeks or months apart. Let's just hope not, because not to be biased, but my dreams get a little weird. Expect one shortly.
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