Grocery Shopping? Really?!

Apparently I went shopping in my dream last night...

I'm at a super super super super H.E.B.  And by 4 supers I mean, you have to take a ski lift to get to the store.  I finally get to the top and am looking for snackems.  I have a hankering for Oreos, but don't really want to buy them.  I give up and leave via the huge slide.  I then run into a cute boy who offers to buy me a drink (apparently I'm not married in this dream either).  I tell him there's no drink I haven't tasted.  He takes me to an exclusive bar where I'm handed a tiny glass with reddish-pink liquid.  It's the best thing I've ever tasted.  After my drink is finished he tells me he wants to photograph me.  Whoa buddy, not into that kind of stuff.


I don't remember much else.  I didn't want to wake up.  Too tired....

Jenni's Choice

The title is obviously a play on the Doctor Who series 5 episode titled "Amy's Choice."  And as you can imagine, my dreams this weekend involved Doctor Who and choices.

Friday: I was with the Doctor and Amy and we were stuck in a time loop (similar to the Red Nose Day Comic Relief Doctor Who specials "Time" and "Space").  We kept going through portals only to end up in the same place we started from.  Finally the Doctor was able to break the spell and we all made it back safely to the TARDIS.


Last night: I was living the HBO series "Band of Brothers."  Specifically, I was betrothed to Scott Grimes' character Sgt. Malarkey.  We had to get the guns cleaned and ready for the next day's blitz.  I decide to go take a nap in one of the bunks.  While there I notice Seth MacFarlane is sleeping in the bed next to me.  I roll over to see evil Wil Wheaton in the bed on my other side.  For some reason I have to choose between them.


I woke up 5 minutes before my alarm went off.  Not sure if I'd have preferred staying asleep.  Who knows where that dream could have ended up...

Nightmare City

Last night was one of those nights where no matter what I did, I couldn't wake up from the evil nightmare.  What made it worse, was that it was about work...

I'm at work when a class comes in.  The lights go out.  The students line up along the room and are even standing on the desks.  Of course I'm freaking out.  I first ask them nicely to get down.  When they scoff at me, I start yelling.  I ask the professor to help maintain her students and that in the future could she please let us know ahead of time if she was bringing a class.  She ignored me.  I decide that since I can't physically do anything to them to go back to my desk and call for backup.  Only the students have taken over the desk area.  I start screaming this time that everyone needs to get out.  One student finally listens and leaves, but she gives me a horrible face while doing so.  Backup eventually shows up and is able to herd the class out, leaving me to clean up the mess.  After the whole debacle I just want to go home and cry but everyone left work so I'm stuck there all alone.


I was actually thankful when my alarm went off.  I couldn't take that anymore....

Also, I apparently had another dream while snoozing: I went camping with the inlaws.  Somehow we ended up in the mountains with this really serene lake.  I look in the water and see snakes.  Only they have legs.  Lots of legs.  Mutant leggy snakes.  I try running away but can't.  We end up at a restaurant.


And that's all I remember about that one.

Last night Amelia and I made cake pops for her son's 1st birthday party.  Yum!

Vampires in Venice

Bad bad Jenni, not taking the time to document dreams.  Shame!

Ok, now that I'm done scolding myself I have a couple dreams to post.  The first one is from Friday night.  The second from last night.

Friday: I'm handing out with Victoria when she announces that she wants to get married in 3 days.  Never mind that she hasn't had any planning or even talked to Brett.  It has to be in 3 days.  SO.  Cue whirlwind music and planning.  We find a place, a cute little wedding venue with stained glass windows and adorable wooden chairs.  I get asked to be maid of honor.  Sweet.  Never been one of those before.  Always a bridesmaid, never a maid of honor.  Instead of dress shopping, we (me, Jenny, and Melissa) get told we're wearing green bathrobes.  ???  Yeah.  Victoria's wearing a white one.  Well, I guess that's cheaper.  Victoria's mom arrives after the ceremony to announce everyone in the wedding party, including spouses, get to go to Austria for the honeymoon.  I mean, not the honeymoon suite, but that we get to take a vacation.  Oh you people know what I mean!

Last night: I find myself in a field with mutants.  As in, X-Men mutants.  And I am one.  I can read minds and fly. Sweeeeeet.  We're in the middle of a battle with some faceless enemy when a comrade takes some shrapnel to the face.  I take him back to my tent (cuz apparently I'm also the medic) and apply a salve to his wounds.  His wife comes in, upset that I'm doing my job.  The wife?  Emma Frost.  AAAHHH!!!  We're being ambushed from the inside!  I scoop up my patient and fly him away.  Except he's too heavy so all the flying is done about 3 feet off the ground.  I carry him to what I think is an abandoned theatre.  Turns out it's a meeting place for vampires.  And they're in a super big meeting with the elders (this is what I get for watching Being Human right before bed).  I drop my patient who is promptly eaten.  Everyone then stops and stares at me, including my old roommate Kari.  Wait, she's a vampire now too?!  Apparently so.   I try to plead my case that I never meant to become human, it wasn't my fault.  I kneel before the head elder asking him to re-vamp me.  My request is denied.  I'm doomed to walk the earth forever as a half-vampire.  Suddenly a lone vamp comes up and bites my neck.  I see the elders rushing our way and scream at them "it wasn't my idea."  They rip off the other vamp's head and he's dead.  I get spared. Cue alarm


And that's it.  I'm surprised I didn't dream of Doctor Who, I've been watching it every day since it came in the mail a week ago.

A Doctor, Musician, and Captain...

... all walk into a bar.  Kidding, they were all in my dream.  And not those characters exactly, but the actors who portray them.  Scott Grimes, Bob Guiney, and Nathan Fillion.  Oh yeah....

I'm hanging out at home when the doorbell rings.  At my door?  Scott Grimes and Bob Guiney.  They smelled my delicious southern cookin' and felt like stopping by.  I get them seated at my table and serve them like a good southern gal does.  While we're eating my friend's daughter pops her head out of a bedroom and wants to know why she can't find her doll.  I excuse myself from the table and find it for her.  When I get back Scott's gone and Bob's doing the dishes.  Of course I'm sad one of hotness has left but hey, I still have Bob!  The door knocks *again* only this time it's Nathan Fillion!  He also smelled my yummy food and wanted a taste (I just realized that all sounds dirty.  It's not.  I promise.  I'm a good girl, I am!).  So Bob's washing dishes and I'm eating with Nathan.  Jodi Benson is there too.  Who is she?  Well, she was the voice of Ariel in The Little Mermaid.  We also share a birthday.  Which I pointed out.  And in my dream she was married to Nathan (lucky girl).


Then my STUPID alarm clock goes off.  a;foiaj43kj321-08uj  That's my angry type.  That'll teach me to stay up super late watching Doctor Who...

Running to Swimming

I'm posting now so I don't forget.

Dream: I'm leaving my grandmother's house for a track meet with my track partner, Devon.  As in, Devon Sawa. (I was going to post a pic of him but can't find one I like).  We get in our wagon and head off.  Yes, a little red wagon.  That's being pulled by our trainer's car.  We go down the road to my aunt's house for lunch.  My parents, in-laws, and the sister's bff are all there.  So is Matt Smith (!).  And Zachary Levi (!!).  We're all eating dinner to load up on energy for the swim meet.  Yeah, we started out as runners but became swimmers, go figure.  I try to convince everyone that I need to eat rice or pasta since carbs will give me energy.  No one seems to care and I end up with a big plate of vegetables (but will eat them anyway since they were made my aunt, YUM).  So after I finish eating I try to fix my hair for the pool.  Since my hair is still a bit short, it won't go into braids like it used to.  I get frustrated and head to the bathroom to see what I can do with it.  While in there I hear laughing.  Not sure what's going on, but I finally get my hair done which was the important thing.  I come back out to find everyone gone. *sad face*  I start running up and down the street till I find Emily (friend Emily in England, not cousin Emily).  I ask her why she's here and not in England.  Apparently she got through with her program early and came home. We go out to dinner.  Other camp people show up and we head to class (??).  The Brigadier (DW character) is teaching class when Jamie gets mad and starts contradicting everything he says.  He gets mad and she starts to walk out in a huff.  He says that if she leaves he'll have her arrested for treason.  She walks out anyway.  The rest of us are staring in disbelief.

Cue alarm.  It was a bit weird and confusing but at least I remembered!

Happier times: I ordered season 5 of Doctor Who and it arrived in the mail yesterday!!

It's a bird, it's a plane...

I remembered my dream last night!  In detail.


I'm at a party with Chuck people.  And by that I mean: Zachary Levi, Adam Baldwin, and Isaiah Mustafa (the Old Spice guy).  Only they were in character.  And I think it was an episode.  Who knows.  Anyway, there was some trouble with Greta (IM's character) and it turns out he was working for the bad guys.  I kick in the face, roundhouse style, and make for the getaway car.  Which just happens to be an '83 Oldsmobile that doesn't like to start.  Or go fast.  Or be put in gear.  Yet somehow I escaped.  Go figure.  So I'm driving away when I see my mom and little brother (yeah, in this dream I have a 12 yo brother. weird) trying to set up the new house.  I decided to have dinner with them, and also Casey and Chuck.  Mom starts talking about work so I start talking about work.  Casey has to shut me up for fear of me exposing myself (Mom doesn't know I'm a superhero/spy).  I decide to just go ahead and leave, but little bro wants to know what I'm doing.  I try my best to get rid him but he just won't leave me alone.


Then the alarm goes off.  Cheese and crackers!

Hotness :)

Oohh SVU, hello!

Last night's dream finally made it into the Law&Order universe.  I had a dream about SVU!

Elliot and I are on a stakeout.  Not sure where Olivia is, but she called to say she'd be late.  So the stakeout is in some opera house.  We're on the top tier.  A shot rings out.  Oh noez, Elliot is shot! (yeah, I said "noez". Big whoop, wanna fight about it?)  I have no idea how to treat a gun wound.  Apparently that's not covered in police detective training.  I look around thinking someone will come and save us.  Someone does.  It's Olivia.  "Crap!" I think, "Just when we had our alone time."  Although I'm quite sure how alone time would work with a gunshot wound, but I digress.


I'm not really sure what happened after that.  I had trouble sleeping last night.  Might've had something to do with hitting my head on the couch earlier in the day.  Or the time change.  Yeah, we'll go with that.

Slacker? Yeah, that's me

I'm such a slacker, but honestly, I just haven't been remembering my dreams lately.  I try, I really do.  Even this morning as soon as I woke up I stayed in bed (and awake!) going over my dreams so that I could post them.  Alas, they have been forgotten.  About the only thing I can remember is David Tennant and Matt Smith were in them.  I'm not sure if it was a Doctor Who dream or not... I don't think it was.  I promise I'll try to remember more dreams.  I like going back over what I've dreamt and reliving the feelings those dreams invoked.

Side note: my wonderful friend Amelia made some cake pops this week.  Delicious!

They didn't look like these (hers were lemon with white chocolate coating), but oh soooooo good.  Basically you bake a cake, put it in a food processor with a jar of icing, mix it up, roll the cake/icing mix into balls, put lolli sticks in the balls, freeze, dip in candy coating.  Yum!

Aaaaand now for some hotness:

Aaaaand an awesome clip of David Tennant and Catherine Tate, doing what they do best together: comedy!

First let it be known that I ran a half marathon yesterday. Go me! Finished in 3 hours and 38 minutes :)

Second, last nigh I dreamt I was in a musical with Zachary Levi. He was also the composer. We had to spend a lot of nights rehearing and trying to keep people from taking over. He also never gave me my christmas present. Tanya found it and threw it at me. He had gotten me a limited edition collectors Rapunzel doll *heart*. I knew at that moment we were meant for each other.

**edit** Let it be known that I have to edit this post.  Mostly for the typos.  Sorry guys, I was posting from my phone in bed, obviously still groggy from my muscle relaxer.  Also, I need to add hotness in the form of ZL

(from the movie Spiral)

We'll Be Livin on the Run Again

First off, the bff started a blog! Head over to http://running-in-my-stockings.blogspot.com/ to see Victoria's dreams when you're finished with mine :)

So last night's dream: Umm... I can't remember how it started....  Crap...  Oh yeah!

I'm at SHSU with Amelia helping with a track meet when my phone rings.  It's not a number I recognize but I answer anyway (yeah, that NEVER happens in real life).  It's a guy who says "My girlfriend's grandmother passed away".  Me: "Umm ok.  I'm very sorry for your/her loss."  Him: "But you know my girlfriend.  It's Victoria."  Me: "Oh!  You're Brett?  I didn't know Victoria's grandmother had died, I figured she'd call me with that news."  Him: "That's why I'm calling.  It's on her behalf."  Me: "Ok."  Silence.  Him: *yelling* "WHY AREN'T YOU TALKING TO ME?!"  Me: "Dude, calm down.  You called me, remember?  And it's not like I've ever met you so we don't have much to talk about."  Him: *continues screaming stuff that I can't make out*  I end up just hanging up on him.  Fast forward to Christmas, and I'm hanging out with my cousin James.  He's bought a new house and his wife doesn't want me to enter.  So I decide to take the storage shed for a drive.  And by that I mean, I somehow managed to add wheels to a shed, a motor, and a steering wheel inside to literally drive a shed.  And no, I didn't have a driver's side window, I maneuvered that sucker from the dead center.


Then I woke up coughing.  Again.  I'm surprised I remembered that much...

Medically induced dreams

The past few nights have been crazy. My dreams have been very strange due to meds/lack of sleep/too much sleep. For instance, last night I dreamt I got contacts but could only manage putting in one. After putting it in I went outside to tell Roger (from American Dad). I walked out in time to see him being thrown in a trunk. Nathan Fillion sees it as well so we hop in his truck and take off after the car. We follow it to a run down crack house. We burst inside to find a hole in the floor filled with pizza and maggots (we all know how I feel about maggots). I run out of the house and Nathan comes after me to comfort me. A cop shows up to take our statements. For some reason I tell the cop Nathan is my father. After the cop leaves I tell Nathan "next time I'll say you're my brother; that's more believeable since you're 10 years older than me."

And then I woke up. I think kitty jumped on me and it startled me.