In A Dream My Memory Has Stored

I dreamt that Julia and I went to a Nirvana concert. Or, I guess it was Nirvana. Krist wasn't there, but Kurt and Dave were. We got really close to Kurt while he was singing, and leaned down and sort of sang in my face with his own hair falling in his face. Then after, we talked to him. He and Julia really hit it off but I couldn't think of anything to say. He was strangely quiet and gentle. In my defense, I hadn't yet finished reading his biography so to me he wasn't dead yet.















A phrase from his pocket
And chains holding the wind,
lifelong dream

Dream
Do re mi

If I may
If I might
wake me up, see me

Life Is But A Dream

I dreamt that while a bunch of friends and I were hanging out late at night in my house, we were suddenly transported back into the '70s via timeball. (See Inna-Gadda-Sabrina http://imdb.com/title/tt0693068/) My response: "Wow, people are way more layed back in the '70s." So, someone suggested I call Robert so I could convince him to give me his phone so I could remove my phone number and I did just that. Because it was the '70s, he readily agreed to come and hand over his phone and I deleted my phone number, e-mail address and for good measure Rachel's info as well. On the sly of course. Well, at first I accidentally changed the language to French but then fixed it. When I handed it back to him, he became suspicious and demanded to know what I did. I denied doing anything and then he got angry and started to attack me. I ran into the bathroom in my grandparent's suite (they were living with us.) Because there was and outer door into the suite which I could lock and then another locked door in the bathroom. It also had a first floor window so I wouldn't be trapped and if all else failed, people nearby to hear my screams. Then, still asleep, I woke up and ate pancakes with Katie and told her about my dream in my dream. Then I actually woke up.

Not So Far Fetched Dreams

1. My lab partner Rhonda was thankfully working with someone else for some reason. The professor started asking her if she had her taxes done and she started to sob again. (This has happened before, although she was crying about her mother's foot having to be amputated and not taxes. Sadly, that time it was not a dream and I had to sit in a smelly hot micro lab bewildered about what to do with my 40-something lab partner sobbing into her agar. Not a pleasant experience.)



2. I went to McDonald's and ordered two hamburgers and two apple pies (as I am apt to do, it is a filling meal for under $3 and 700 calories) but I was told I would have to wait, as the burgers would take some time. I found this preposterous because I was in McDonald's. I agreed to wait, but then met some friends who took me outside to do something stupid in the back of the restaurant and I was like no, I have to go back they are closing soon and I want my hamburgers. I think I did finally get them in the end. And now I really want hamburgers.

A Motley Collection of Dreams

In one, I was a contestant on Top Chef and at my current skill level. I kept saying I knew I was going to get eliminated and people tried to cheer me up but I really meant it. I tried to cook fish but I didn't know how to clean it and wanted to make jasmine rice but I also don't know how to do that. I was mostly wondering how I ever got on the show in the first place and wasn't yet sent home. (It was a couple episodes into the season.)



I dreamt about a spy, named Mr. Brown who hired Mrs. Smith to pose as his wife in a hotel while he investigated something. She had to keep lying and making up stuff about her "husband" and why he was so strange. They constantly had to change rooms for one thing. Even the maintenance guys asked her about it. Mr. Brown told her if she needed to contact him to leave him messages with books, a pile of about 5 or 6 really old hardback with that weird fabric covering it, like library editions. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with them. Her old boyfriend, Steve Guttenburg showed up and wanted to win her back but she realized she was in love with Mr. Brown and ran around the hotel trying to find him. Steve ran after her. She went back to the room and found one book left with two pages stuck together. When she pried them apart, the pages featured part of a poem about Portugal and she realized he loved her too and had given her this clue to follow him to Portugal. She slammed the book prophetically.






Another dream I had involved Kristie's wedding. I missed the actual ceremony because I had been asked to prepare the reception which was an outdoor hot dog barbeque in a park. Thielen was grilling the hot dogs. Most of my dream was me unloading chips and stuff. At one point I opened a bag of Lay's to give to Rachel and what came out was chex mix. I looked at the bag and it was a new gimic in which on side opened to give chex mix and the other Lay's. So then I opened the other side and we ate the Lay's.



This last one I can't really explain. It was some sort of class that took place in a miniature Jurassic park type place where we raised tiny dinosaur like animals in a rain foresty place. I think I enjoyed it.

The Wedding Dreamer

In my dream, I was engaged and for some reason our engagement was long standing but we had some hindrance to our actually getting married. So I suddenly decided we should get married within a week and have just a simple little ceremony and just get it over with and he was all for it. So the wedding begins and it's actually quite impressive for only a week. Some of the rooms in our house (which as usual looks nothing like my real house) including my bedroom were chock full of fresh flowers so much so that it smelled like a florist, in a good way. Although, obviously not rooms where people would spend a lot of time during a wedding reception. We didn't have rings yet though so everytime I looked at my hand I was kind of sad. Mostly the rest of the dream was me going to normal places, church, the gym, school and telling people I was married. I met the new French teacher at Cal High and spoke French to her. Amy Lynn was with me. I also changed my name on all my paperwork and even facebook. My married name was Megan Seddy. Then my husband was gone and I missed him but it wasn't like he left me or it was a surprise or anything. Perhaps as a result but still for no apparent reason I had to move in with Amy so we were trying to find a place to live that was cheap but not ready to be condemned.

Why Live Life From Dream To Dream?

This dream was a few nights ago:
Katie, Katie's boyfriend, Stephanie, me and perhaps a couple other people were travelling to see a special screening of Gone With The Wind. For some reason, we had to cross a body of water on what I can only describe as segway for water. Of course, I didn't want to operate one as it was sure to fail and I would either be stranded or fall in or something, so I jumped on one with Katie that her boyfriend was going to drive. We get to the other side, safely and dryly. We are sitting in the theatre and someone makes a comment about Alameda, and I inexplicably make some disparaging remark about how people from Alameda are stupid or something. Katie gets highly offended and says that her boyfriend is from Alameda and I try to back pedal a bit and end up talking to her boyfriend. Katie decides I'm flirting and going to steal him away so she sits next to Harvey, who has recently arrived, and begins to flirt with him which makes me jealous because I really want Harvey, not Katie's boyfriend.

Thursday night:

I come home to find that my parents have painted our piano bright red and glued drawings that my baby brother Stephen (who looks exactly like Jamie from Malcolm in the Middle) has made to it as sort of a border because he is a musical genius and they think it needs to I dunno appeal more to him or something. I become hysterical about it and ask them if they can at least move it to another room and put the nice non-red one (now we have two) in it's place. Also, I have an iphone. Later in the dream, I use it to call my mom and think, if I have this, why am I still using my puny 1 gig ipods for music?

Last night:

I dreamt that Mr. Doherty's daughter Zoey had a terminal illness and was going to die very soon, so he enlisted my help to make her last days as fun as possible so we planned a party and there were lots of Disney princesses involved. Chandler is helping too. Jack, Mr. D's son, is there but his youngest daughter Sofie is not. I begin to wonder and finally ask Mr. D and he breaks down and starts telling me about how she died several months ago. I discretely begin to put away all reminders of Sofie. Poor kids, I don't know why my subconcious is killing off all of Mr. D's children.

The Dream After Tomorrow

In this dream, three apocalyptic events occur and I am at least present for all of them. I can't remember the first now, but the second began when I was innocently browsing in a large, old fashioned library. The foundation begins to shake, books fall off of shelves, the building is beginning to collapse and we are all evacuated to a middle school nearby. But not too nearby. I didn't have time to grab my Alice purse (this dream was very very specific) and just had a wad of bills in my hand. We got to the middle school, and they offered us lock boxes for our stuff. Monk was there and naturally having difficulty using something someone else had previously used. At first I asked him if I could put my bills in with his stuff because that's all I had and I didn't want to pay the 55 cents just to keep some bills. But he looked at me with true sadness in his eyes and I realized he wouldn't like the crumpled appearance of the bills so I said nevermind, and put them in my pocket. He gave me a sincere look of gratitude and relief. Then I counted the bills and it turns out there were two twenties stuck in what I thought was only a five and some ones. Then I magically found my purse. Perhaps I had brought it over but lost it in the chaos. I was just excited to have my bag and various paraphernalia.

Next, I went to a hospital to visit someone (I was completely unharmed from the previous two incidents) but was taken hostage by Frank Sinatra. While everyone else was panicking about the bomb threat, de dragged me upstairs to the suite where Nancy Reagan lived (it was more hotel, and less hospital). We went in and despite Nancy's pleading, locked her in the closet, and set up a time-release bomb. I screamed to her and anyone else that might have wiretapped the former First Lady's room, that I had nothing to do with it, that I was being held hostage and that I loved her. This was more to comfort her last few moments alive and less to express actual feelings. I actually think she's somewhat of a nutcase. So then Frank grabbed me and we ran out of there and escaped in time to watch it blow up from a safe distance. I was really pissed that Frank Sinatra made me a party to his evil machinations. All of these events were planned by some underground American terrorist group who had decided to destroy whatever existing system we had. Frank was not the head, merely a player.

As he didn't have a gun (he did have a grip like a vice) and never really intended to do me harm, eventually I was able to escape and joined my family on a vacation to Orlando, Florida. Nobody really believed my story and this made me quite upset. I began to be afraid that I would be suspected as one of the terrorists because I had been present at all three and that at any minute FBI men would show up and take me away to never be seen again. Which was pretty annoying because my presence at this first calamity was coincidental. I believe that led me to be present at the others, whether by someone else's design or whether I was investigating it for myself as part of the resistance, I have no idea.

I was shocked to wake up. The dream was so vivid that I fully accepted it as reality. It was only when I woke up and realized that Frank Sinatra is dead that it began to sink in. Then I went back to sleep and had another dream.

In which I was subbing for Kate, such as it were (Jon was still there), and helping to take care of the Gosselin kids. (Twins and sextuplets, for the person who reads this blog and has never seen the show, Jon and Kate Plus Eight) It wasn't stressful taking care of the children as much as I felt pressured to follow Kate's rules.