Saturday, January 29, 2011

Hakuna Matata

Found out this morning at least one person reads my blog. Thanks Victoria!

Dream: I'm outside at my parents when I notice my trampoline is still set up. I hop on and for some reason keep running to the edge and almost falling off. I'm having fun when my 10 year old cousin comes over and wants to put Chloe up there with us. I have to point out that dogs aren't comfortable on non-solid surfaces.

Friday, January 28, 2011


I see I've neglected you, poor blog.  The past couple days I haven't really remembered my dreams.  I remember last night's though, it was kind of a nightmare.

I'm at work and there's a class coming in to do research.  The professor didn't let us know before hand so we're trying to make sure all the students get registered first, then give us their needs/wants.  They start getting rowdy so I stand on a table (the horror!) and explain to them Reading Room policies.  I notice a girl at the next table mocking me.  I follow her outside at the lunch break and I punch her (anger issues?).  I then proceed to take a 2 hour lunch (which I actually did take today), forgetting that Michael was in the class so I kinda left him behind.

Yeah, I don't really remember much.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Vampires and Werewolves

I've become addicted to Being Human.

Dream: I'm a vampire killer (NOT a slayer) but I'm in love with a vampire (again, not a slayer).  I'm contracted by some company to take out a gang of vamps.  I track down the gang and am getting ready to start killing when I notice that one of the vamps is my boyfriend.  I try calling the man who hired me but he's dead set (haha) on killing them.  I manage to convince the vamps I'm on their side and they scatter.  I tell my boyfriend I love him then run away.  My parents find me on the side of the road (for some reason I'm about 19-20 in this dream) and take me to a cafe.  There I find the boyfriend who decides that this is the perfect place to express our love (not going into detail here).  I'm freaking out because my parents are right outside.  

And the alarm goes off.  Always does at the good parts....

Monday, January 24, 2011

Bad Dreams

Last night was just chock full of bad dreams.  Weird since I had an amazing weekend.  I went to Dallas and got to see good friends and my most adorable niece.

Dream 1: I'm at a train crossing waiting for the train to finish... well, crossing.  There's a cop behind me so it's not like I can zoom across the tracks.  As the train is going by I notice weird faces coming out of the windows.  I don't really think anything of it.  I finally get to cross the tracks.  Once on the other side I notice the same faces just appearing out of thin air along the tree line.  I get out of my car to inspect (yeah, that's a great idea).  As I get closer to the faces I can make them out.  They're dog heads on human bodies.  They open their mouths to reveal thousands of fangs.  I'm freaked.  I back away and see the cop from before is standing next to me.  I ask him what they are.  He replies "Welcome to Hell" as he opens his mouth to reveal those same fangs.  A bright light emerges and all of a sudden I'm in the tree line with the dog-people.  Only now I'm one of them.

I woke up from that dream with a start.  Talk about scary!  I didn't even watch/read anything remotely evil over the weekend.

Dream 2: I'm at camp.  It's my turn to do the zip line, since it's all about holding on and not letting go.  That's a problem for me since I lack upper body strength.  I manage to make it to the end.  Once at the end you're supposed to zip back UP the line.  Hmm.  That's hard enough, but to make it worse the people who went before me were having problems getting back up.  Somehow I use my amazing leg strength to push it back to the top.  The only way down from the tower is to jump in the pool.  Good thing I have my swimsuit on.  After toweling off we're supposed to go to the assembly hall for a memorial for Maj. Dick Winters (WWII hero immortalized in HBO's Band of Brothers).  Assembly ends and it's time for Lights Out.  We're transported back to my old bedroom at my parents old house.  I'm on MY bed with MY comforter.  Everyone else is on the floor.  The cabin leader comes in to double check the sleeping arrangements.  Apparently since it's my room/bed I'm supposed to be a "good hostess" and let someone else have the bed.  I grudgingly accept, grab my comforter and try to find a place on the floor.  As I'm getting my comforter spread out in the way that will help my hip most (sleeping on the floor causes my hips GREAT pain), the cabin leader says I should give up my comforter as well since the person who took my bed has lung cancer.  Excuse me?  Not only do I have to give up my bed, but my marshmallowy comforter as well?!  I try to explain the hip thing but apparently cancer trumps that.

Yeah, crazy dreams.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Niagara Falls and TV Abuse

Two dreams really stuck with me from last night.  I'm not sure how either of them came about.

Dream 1: I'm on a high school field trip to Niagara Falls.  We get to our hotel which for some reason is thisclose to the falls.  And there's a water tank outside with a narwhal.  Weird.  Anyway, as soon as we get off the bus we're served dinner.  Our placecards also tell us what room we'll be staying in.  I'd hoped to be rooming with the usual crowd (Victoria, Melissa, or Jenny) but alas, I was stuck with Cheeto Butt (oh the joys of nick names...).  After dinner a few of us decide to go get some pictures in front of the falls.  Kedric forgot batteries for his camera so he used mine.  Also, a few days before there had been an earthquake (?) so the temperature of the water had risen to scalding (just the way I like my showers).  Someone threw in a seat cushion so Rex (who was the owner of the hotel [again, ?]) walked in the ankle deep water of the falls to retrieve it.  

Dream 2: I was at a fashion show for some gymnast friends of mine.  Turns out those "friends" were the girls from Make It or Break It.  I start cheering on Payson since no one else is.  The other "friends" look at me like I'm nuts and scoot away.  After the show ends I decide "who needs them" and go off to take a shower.  Warning: this part of the dream gets a little dark.  I get to the bathroom and start pulling out my things when Mark Pellegrino storms in and throws me in the tub.  He steps on me and forces me to watch him bathe.  I manage to throw the shampoo in his face and use those few seconds to escape.

Thankfully the alarm went off after that one.  Not that I wanted the alarm to go off, my muscles are still screaming at me from my workout last night.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

To Dream Awake...

...What does it mean?  Well, it actually comes from one of my favorites songs "Dream Awake" by one of my favorite bands, The Frames.  You can see the video here:

Since this is "supposed" to be a dream blog, I thought it was appropriate.  I'm sure I'll post other things that aren't dream related, such as last night I didn't dream AT ALL.  Whaaaaaat?!  It's true.  Six hours of sleep and no dreams.  It was very unsatisfying.

In other news: I'm running a half marathon in March!  I started training for it a bit late, but as long as I cross the finish line, who cares how long it takes :)  Four hours to cover a distance of 13.1 miles.  I can do it.  Heck, I can walk that!  But I won't.  And to help in my training, I *finally* joined a gym.  Yay!

**edit**  I just remembered, yes I had a dream!  I owned Splashtown and wanted to ride the one where it's like a tornado that you spin and go up and down...?  I don't know the name of it, it's blue and yellow and looks like a cone.  Anyway, the innertube was busted so we (me and Michael) ended up crashing into none other than Zachary Levi!  Yumm.....

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

First Postage

I've wanted to start blogging for a while now, but just haven't felt the need to do so.  Thanks to Victoria, I've taken the plunge.  This blog shall mainly be for describing my dreams, weird and random as they are.

Dream from last night: It started when I got home from somewhere to find out that I had been betrothed to J.W. Cochran (and I can't for the life of me figure out how he made it into my dreams).  In the dream he's Jewish and my parents areJewish converts and forgot to tell me.  I'm of course upset at the whole situation but realize there's nothing I can do, aside from offing myself.  J.W. and I are sent off to get to know each other.  I tell him that I had a crush on him in 5th grade but hadn't thought of him since then.  He was offended that I never acted on said crush (really, wtf would an 11 y/o do?!) .  He took my hand and we went on a walk.  Him: "It could be worse, we could be forced to marry someone we don't know at all."  Me: "But that's pretty much what's happening.  I haven't talked to you in over 15 years.  I don't know you any more than I know the president".  We ended up talking for a really long time and came to the conclusion that "Well, at least we don't have to travel much for Christmas." (lame, I know)  We talked more, mostly about family, up until my alarm went off.

So, there's the intro dream to this blog.  We'll see how long I actually keep it up.