Sweet and Savory Dreams

Try as I might, I can't make this dream have any semblance of story line. But here goes.

First, I'm having breakfast in Hawaii with my mom and two other females that I know and like. Our waitress is Paris Hilton and while I wish I could say she delivered our meals while saying "Be careful. That's hot." none of us had ordered anything hot. I, for instance, had scones and jam.

Next, I'm at some sort of Caribbean/Mexican restaurant eating something like a Cuban sandwich meets burrito or crepe. I'm trying to convince my dad to get something with chile verde but he says he doesn't want to eat it all himself so I agree to eat it with him. In my dream, I'm conscious of thinking I should feel guilty about eating all this food but I don't, and that's good because it's only a dream. If that makes any sense. Then my dad walked away, and we had to leave so I got the nachos to go and also had hoarded a bunch of sugar cookies, the good kind that I like. I don't know how to describe the particular kind I like except that we have them in the dining hall here which is quite dangerous. These were in shapes of Disney characters (my favorite was the Mickey head) and in bright colors like red, green and blue. My dad got mad that I was hoarding all these super yummy cookies.

That's all I remember and it made me really hungry.

I didn't have a dream last night, but you can enjoy this instead.

American Dream Part Deux

I dreamt that Rudy Giuliani had undecided not to run for president, and I was pretty excited because I wanted to vote for him. Or rather, I did vote for him a couple weeks ago and now I more or less wasted my vote. Anyway, he was running after all and had this big rally to announce this decision in which there was a large pyrotechnics display which burned a giant person-shaped shrubbery, blew the head off a statue of some Kennedy and at the end, a huge inflatable tower rose up. Like the empire state building, only dark and sinister. It represented something offensive, but I'm not sure what. So after all of this, I was bummed again because a) Rudy was starting to scare me and a lot of other people and b) I knew that he had no chance after he insulted America's favorite family the Kennedys. Except with my grandmother.

Panic! In the Dream

In this dream, I had a single dad, who was still mourning the death of my mother, and three chubby brothers. Named Alvin, Simon and Theodore. Also, they may have been chipmunks. "Dad", or Dave, came in and we were trying to get the boys ready for school but he was failing. He left and put on a disco outfit, which for some reason encouraged them to speed up their preparations. I encouraged Dad to get out and meet new people because he was so despondent and listless. After my brothers had left for school, Dad and I drove to our townhouse to find Chandler there. (Now the chipmunks have become my regular brothers, and only two of them.) He was hiding there because he didn't want to go to school for some reason but Dave/Dad was too depressed and "this wouldn't happen if your mother was still alive" to do anything about it. Then we went to pick up Joseph because it was a half day. Now I have both of my real parents, and they take Joseph and I out to a Mexican-Italian restaurant, that serves both tacos and spaghetti and meatballs. Chandler isn't allowed to come because he skipped school. I can't decide what to eat (am I in the mood for taquitos or pasta??), but the point becomes moot when my mom points out that I will have to leave soon to return to school. She says that they were thinking about going to a movie after lunch, but that I probably wouldn't be able to stay. She suggests I leave half-way through, if I do in fact wish to stay a little longer. I am sad about returning to school until I realize we are in Fresno, so I don't have to leave, they have to leave! I can see a full movie if I want to!


I also dreamt that there was a really bad earthquake. So bad that the plates began to separate and California was drifting off into the ocean. People were panicking.

Only In Dreams (Thank Goodness)

Too Bad He's Married

I'm in a car and Brandon Flowers is driving me around some town at dusk and points out the Cheesecake Factory and says it's one of his favorite places, but that I probably wouldn't like it. I assure him that I do love the Cheesecake Factory. Then we discuss our favorite cheesecakes for a while. He asks if I want to go there tonight with him and I say I can't, I have a date. He looks slightly dejected and I explain that I have a "one last chance" date with Robert that night. Brandon is even more depressed, and says he's sure I'll get back together with my ex, and I assure him that is never going to happen as I am only going through with this crazy scheme to get Robert to leave me alone. Brandon asks me out for the next night and promises to take me to the Cheesecake Factory. I wish the dream ends there, but it went on to include the actual date with Robert. I repressed even dream memories of this, I just know it ended with him begging and me being disgusted and leaving.

CSI: Dream

It seems to be some sort of church-sponsered slumber party. I'm laying on a mattress with my friends and Shawn watching some generic Tim Burton type movie. I wander off into a room not dissimilar to the fitness center at school where three people are using various exercise equipment. All of the machines I want to use are being used by two men and a blond woman, the woman is of the type who barks at you and then wonders why you are afraid of her. So that was uncomfortable. It turns out that these people were some sort of musical group, and part of their act involved dressing up like mummies. Later, they turn on the same movie and she looks at me and says "Hey, this movie is gothic. Get it? Gothic?" I still don't get it. Shawn joins me in the gym, only just before the cops arrive. They arrest him and cuff his ankles as well as his hands and throw him in the back of a pick up truck. Then Catherine and Sara arrive, the former with huge lips and the latter in a wedding dress. I try to protest that, even though Shawn might very well be guilty of whatever he's being accused of, he doesn't really need to be hogtied. Shawn's girlfriend shows up and yells at me saying it's my fault. Catherine and Sara offer to take me home and I accept.

Julia is My No. 1 Dream Fan

After I previously posted, I remembered the third dream I had last night which was that the crystals fell out of my glasses and I spent a long time running around clutching the two tiny blue pieces of glass screaming for super glue. I couldn't wait to wake up and check my glasses to make sure that they were still intact. For some reason, this picture doesn't have the crystals.

Julia, who has a much better memory than I do, reminded me of another dream I had sometime last school year where my teeth fell out. I remember very clearly the feeling of an empty, gummy mouth. It was very distressing. After thorough research, Julia assures me this is a common dream.

These Dreams Defy Clever Dream References

My Inner 6 Year Old Boy
This dream came from the same part of me that likes to eat dinosaur oatmeal and gummi worms. Even now, I can't really form it into any sort of semi-rational narrative. I was getting football lessons from Jake, because for some reason I needed to understand the art of watching football. The football game on TV was then overrun by Lego dinosaurs and anime-type spacepeople flying around with jet packs. They looked suspiciously like the Doodlebops. One of them grabbed me and took me into space, the other brother and sister tried to save me.

Untalent Show
I was home for the weekend and some big event was going on it church. It started out being a children's choir performance. I was in the back with Abby and she was saying she didn't want to go on stage without a pacifier but I told her she wouldn't be allowed on stage with one, but Glenn defied me and said they certainly do allow pacifiers on stage. She went on stage with the rest of the 1st grade choir. Then the marching band showed up to prepare their Ghetto Fantasy field show. They had lots of bling made out of foil, sideways visors, baggy clothes and wifebeaters. I went to the front of the building to join my mom and watch the show. There was a huge buffet of not very good food but I grabbed a handful of fried shrimp and sat down. Cindy came to join us and was talking about how the poor showgirls that were hired to do who knows what in the show were tired. I was dubious, pointing out that the show had only been going on for about half an hour but she assured me they were tired from all the strenuous rehearsals earlier in the day. Which I still thought was ridiculous considering their part in the show didn't require a lot of practice but I kept my thoughts to myself.