Date of dream: Friday, January 05, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I was going to a movie at a very small theater and I would be meeting my brother and some of his friends there. I had
arrived first, and he showed up shortly after, asking an attendant to move some seats. I suddenly "remembered" that his
friend was in a wheelchair, but it turned out that his friend was ambulatory and had shown up with two babies in strollers,
so they had to move the chairs to make way for those.
I was across the aisle from them, and all of a sudden I saw George W. Bush walking down the aisle toward the entrance.
I was motioning to my brother and saying stuff loudly like, "HEY, IT'S THE CHIMPEROR!" and while I was turned around, I
spotted Donald Rumsfeld sitting right behind me. I had a sort of callback to the (actual) time that Hilary Clinton was
seated a few rows in front of me at a play, and then mentioned to my brother something about "Rummy" really loudly. I
was hoping they would hear me, and I looked around for Secret Service, but didn't see any. My brother offered me a
seat in his row so that I wouldn't have to sit anywhere near them.
Then, something weird happened. Someone stood up and said that they were going to blow up the theater. They had a
bunch of accomplices who were stationed around the perimeter of the theater, blocking any of us from leaving. They had
bombs strapped to themselves and were going to blow us up, but apparently had to make a speech first. I got mad and
was shouting how it was unfair for us to have to die just because they hated Bush and Rumsfeld. After all, it wasn't our
fault he was president. I didn't vote for him. The would-be suicide bombers' leader decided that I was right and that they
didn't need to kill everyone when they just wanted to kill two people.
That was pretty much ... it.
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Date of dream: Thursday, October 19, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I really don't know if these were meant to be one big dream or they were just the result of waking
up too many times. Probably the latter, although the first two flowed into each other rather well.
In dream #1, I was on a field trip of sorts, and we were put in, to put it one way, a geriatric
hotel. Not that the hotel was old, but that it was for old people. And apparently old people have
no problems showering in front of one another, because the bathrooms to each suite came equipped
with two shower heads in one big room with two sinks and two tubs. Nothing separating you from view
of each other. So I guess that old people like to clean up when they want to, but don't care if
they see each other. Whatever. It's my brain.
We had been divided up into pairs for the rooming assignments, and I was pretty shocked and
surprised to learn that my roommate for this trip would be Jon Stewart--you know, of The Daily
Show--and that was weird not only in a "why is he here" sense, but also in a "did they forget I'm
female" sense. But it was all fine ... until both of us decided we needed to shower. I don't know
who went in first or what happened, but it came to a point that both of us were in the bathroom and
both of us were showering at the same time on opposite ends of the room without realizing it. How
that happens? Yeah, dunno. So I'm showering and I look over (with my nearsighted vision), and I'm
all, "Wha?" and he realizes and goes, "Wha?" too. Next thing I know, he's fleeing the premises like
an embarassed schoolgirl because ... he saw me naked. Not because I saw him. Yeah, reasoning was
given somewhere in there.
So he was gone and I was clean and went back to the room and got out my cell phone. Apparently it
was a Japanese cell phone, because all the stuff was listed in yen as far as charges made so far
(and it had even counted a 5000 yen activation charge, so so far I had managed to spend 9000 yen on
that phone, which is about $90 or less). I kept trying to call and text people to tell them what
had just happened, but kept thinking that it would be bad to tell to anyone, so I could only tell
people I REALLY trusted. I don't think I ever got in contact with anyone, but I know I related the
story to someone ... maybe to myself.
Then there's a big ol' time and space flip, and suddenly I'm in my host family's house. Same phone,
but I'm visiting them in a house that is kind of the house I stayed in for two months some seven
years ago. The kids had not grown up any, and the mother had gotten divorced from her husband for
some reason, I thought. There was another girl there who was supposedly a different host child they
had hosted after me, and she looked like someone I know. We sat around talking about the things
I've been doing and things I found recently in my room that were from that stay. She (host mom)
talked to me about things that she had found that I had left there. Then I found my old dance bag
from when I was a wee kid going to dance. I had lost it, and apparently ... left it in Japan. And
that's why I couldn't find it. Okay.
Then I got confused, since the host dad showed up in the evening to have dinner with us, and more
talking ensued. I tried to look for a bathroom (I hate that in dreams), and was not finding one,
even though I knew there were two of them.
I think the switch came in here, and everything got more complicated.
New dream:
I was Ellen Degeneres in face only. Not in name or in personality--in everything else, I was ME. I
was getting off of work where I was a waitress at a nightclub/restaurant space downtown in my
hometown that's not that big, but gets bigger in dreams. I was avoiding the owner, a skeevy guy who
looked kind of like a skinnier David Hasselhoff. I tried to get out of the restaurant without him
seeing me, but he kept chasing after me and trying to get me to "hang out" with him.
I ran outside and picked up my dogs, two large, black things, which were tied to a parking meter
outside. The dogs and I ran, and I realized I needed to buy a wig at a local party store a couple
of blocks down. I would go the wrong way, and the club owner would drive by in a fancy convertible
and offer me a ride over and over and over. I went the right way, realizing that I was going the
wrong way, and then realized I was many blocks away from the store. I went into another store out
of confusion (huh?) and left the dogs outside again tied to another parking meter.
When I got out, I realized that tying the dogs there had somehow embedded a car alarm into them.
Because I hadn't paid to park my dogs, I was set to trip an alarm if I got so many blocks from the
meter where I had had them tethered. Racing to get to the store and realizing when the alarm would
trip, I grabbed my dogs and ran ran ran toward the store so that the time the alarm would go off
would be minimal. Sure enough, I got halway across a particular street and the wailing of the car
alarm went off somewhere on my dogs. I was worried the police would hear it, stop me, and take me
to jail for stealing the dogs (huh?).
Additional Comments:
I'm pretty sure I dream about Jon Stewart a lot because he's one of the last people I see before I
go to bed. That does not explain the absence of Stephen Colbert, but it does explain Stewart's
presence. Anyway, that's all I got, yo.
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Date of dream: Sunday, June 11, 2006
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To preface this, I should explain something about the middle school I went to. It was built in the '20s, so it's big, dark,
and scary. (They recently added a "new" building to the back end of it, so they kept some of the old building but mostly
the new one, closing off the rest of the building to student traffic.) The basement of the school had what we called the
"small gym" on it, along with a series of locker rooms--many, many of them--that made up a sort of maze in the
basement where there was also an ancient pool that no one ever used. The basement was a fallout shelter (the school
very well could stand up to an atomic blast), so there are signs in some of those old locker rooms for "food" and "water."
But creepier still, there are tunnels that run from underneath the school to other places across the street and such. They
were closed off because of asbestos issues, but they're still there. Just not used.
So bearing that in mind, this is what my dream concerns. I was in the middle school, trying to find the "new" end of the
building for some reason. My mom doesn't work there IRL, but she was in there in the dream, and I went searching for
her classroom. At this point, the building looked like one of the buildings I had classes in at KU. There was a video game
with a guy who looked like an executioner, and the premise of the game was waiting to see if he would kill you or not. So
this guy would rub up against you, essentially, and then if he tried to kill you, you would have to fight him. If he didn't,
he just walked away.
Some kid in the school thought he'd play this in real life, but he would just scare people and not kill them. Someone
knocked on the classroom door and I opened it. This kid, in his executioner's hood, walked up to me and invaded my
space. He brushed up against me and raised his arm. I thought he would have a blade on it, but then realized he had
nothing on him. Then suddenly he slapped some electrode pads on my sternum area and gave me an electric shock. I
started screaming things about arrhythmia and gasping while I held my pained chest. The kid was detained and someone
was supposed to be finding some cops (I think my mom went, because I was left with the students). Meanwhile, I grew
tired of standing there and was shifting my clothes around for some reason. I was wearing a garrish combination of tops,
trying to put one on under my clothes while not getting naked and such.
So I figure this all out and I leave to look for my mom. I walked down the hall and got totally lost. I got completely
turned around and wound up on the "old" side of the school. There were boarded up elevator shafts and weird stuff like
that, and the halls looked like a victorian city. Suddenly a bunch of people who looked straight out of Masterpiece
Theater were walking around, and I felt very out of place. I continued down the hall and found the set of locker rooms
that I mentioned before.
Someone was standing in there, and I asked them the way out. They told me that one way was not the way out and the
other way was complicated. I had to go the complicated way, which entailed going through a very small (about 2.5 feet
high and 5 feet wide) doorway on my hands and knees. I got through and was in a rather dark room. For some reason,
I couldn't go back, either. So I continued on, and ran into a group of people who were also trying to find a way out. We
banded up, but there were also these "rivers" of green sludge that had to be navigated around. There was a lot of
walking on very precarious bridges made out of planks of wood or whatnot, and all the while I was holding a tubular bag
with some stuff in it and a flashlight (helpful).
We went through some of those small doors carefully, even though it was scary as hell not knowing what was on the
other side. Going through another, we ran into some people who had been trapped down here for a long time. Then we
came upon a passageway that was blocked off by a mound of old toys from the '80s--Fraggle Rock and Ninja Turtles
plushies, etc.--and had to dig away all the toys before we could get through. It turned out that we had to go through a
stream of the sludge with about a foot of space at the top of the tunnel for us to breathe in. It was also about six feet
long. So the group of 8 or so of us would have to not only travel through this sludge somehow, but we would be unable
to breathe if we didn't get through quickly. And again, what was on the other side?
So we found some giant storage bins, and the first two of us went through. They paddled their way along with their
hands, ducking down as far as they could in order to get through. When they said it was okay, they motioned for another
one of us to go through. The tub was big enough for one only, so I wound up going through. But the tub had a leak or
something, so I wound up sinking, trying to keep my head above the sludge and not hit my head. I dragged myself along
in the little boat while it was still somewhat afloat by dragging myself along the ceiling of the tunnel with my hands. When
I got to the other end, I threw my wet bag and flashlight down and started sending the bins back through to the other
side.
I realized that I thought some of the sludge had gotten into my mouth, so I collected enough spit in my mouth to be able
to swish up the sludge and spit it all out, and I spit ... which ... I woke up and realized I'd just spit all over my face and
pillow. Yay.
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