When You're Walking In a Dream But You Know You're Not Dreaming...

In my dream, I met Matthew Thiessen. I told him about meeting him last December and said how exciting it was, meeting him for the first time. He asked why I hadn't met him before (since I had been to so many shows before that one.) I said it was because at the time, I wasn't the type to wait around outside the venue. He asked why, implying that we should have met sooner or more often. Also, hanging out with us was a merch girl who looked exactly like Matthew but with a brunette bob haircut. Not really attractive.

This is what it looks like when I meet Matthew Thiessen:

I also have a vague memory of Stephen Colbert being in the dream somehow. Here's what it would look like if I met Stephen Colbert:

...And Dread The Day When Dreams Fade

I remembered the beginning of the Jason/Bob/Greta dream. I was in the house across the street from mine, and saw Anthony in a Donald Duck costume trying to get a bunch of kids also in costume to do something in order to orchestrate a surprise for me. But instead I snuck up behind him and surprised him. Then enjoyed whatever he was doing. Don't know how that is related or anything, but there you go.

From Sunday night, I only remember brief flashes of images. One of which was that my bear charm (it's sort of a stylistic bear, either art deco or maybe Native American or something. Actually, if I hold it up nose down it looks like half of a heart... weird. So don't be surprised if you didn't know I had a bear necklace.) as bent. Another one was really more of context to a storyline I have forgotten. In it, Katie and Chandler were married. Let me stress this was very casual and readily accepted and it was merely contextual to whatever was going on in the forefront.

Weekend Dream Update (Again)

Sorry, I just really like that title.









Saturday night, I had another "part deux" dream. This was a sequel to an earlier dream I think I neglected to include here from lack of narrative and lack of uh not being lazy. In it, my mom owns some Winchester House-esque ghost story place for tourists. In this dream, she has updated the place to be somewhat like the Haunted Mansion ride. You sit in a car and are transported through the house with spooky music playing. Except it had a Sweeney Todd theme, complete with really fake bright red blood on stuff. I arrived to celebrate the grand opening, and my mom was super excited because John McCain said he would come. (She wouldn't necessarily be thrilled in real life, n'inquiete pas!) The whole time she kept asking if he was here yet and if I thought he would really come. I was trying to calm her down and truthfully thought it would be weird if he did come. I would not have anything particularly pleasant to say to him.




Last night, I had some epic dream that involved several boys, boats, and lots of adventures. Unfortunately I can't remember any of it now. I just know it started out with Jason, a co-tutorer of mine, and I possibly doing something Indiana Jones-y. Then, I ended up running into Bob from the Hush Sound. He kept talking about how amazing Greta is, and I was like yea, she seemed cool. But he assured me she was way more than cool. So I said I think she's gorgeous (which I do) and then he was all "what do you mean by that?" So I told him uh nothing in particular, I just happen to think that. So he relaxed and went on to further extol her virtues. That's about it. Here's Julia and me with Bob and Greta.

Once and Future Dreams

I was somehow visiting the past, joining Kurt, Krist and Dave (although it should have been Chad Channing) circa 1988 before Nirvana's career took off. This picture, which I had never seen before, so perfectly depicts my dream it's eerie. We wandered around Olympia doing various things, including stealing donuts. I remember as I grabbed a chocolate frosted old-fashioned looking up at Krist and saying "In the time I come from, we have alarm systems."

For some reason I am suddenly reminded of this dream:

Freshman year, my friend Kristin wanted to ask our friend Mike to be her date for homecoming. I had a dream that she asked him and he said yes. The next day, she asked him and he said no. But only beucase he already had a date. Mike's not a jerk. Except when he used to tickle me in APUS. That was sort of annoying.

In my second dream of the night, Chandler decided to go to Fresno State. We got an apartment together. It was super big and high tech with lots of modern chrome. I knew we couldn't afford it but Chandler wouldn't listen. He told me excitedly that we got all the furntiure in it. I said "yes, that's what 'furnished' means." Then we went elsewhere and met some people, to what I'm not sure. I was still worried about the apartment.

Yeah Momma This Surely Is A Dream

No Sex and Candy Involved

The best way to explain this dream is to tell about a dream I had a while ago, of which this most recent one is a variation. In the first dream, I was on the first leg of a mission trip. We had to climb through heavy undergrowth to get to a sort of "oasis". It was part hotel, part "halfway house" between civilization and the jungle. There was a buffet in which the food was handed to you by animals, specifically food those animals would eat. We were told to exchange all our money into singles and that we weren't allowed to carry any knives. For some reason, I had several of my family's butter knives in my backpack. The people in charge made special arrangements for me to keep them. It had something to do with my reason for entering the country. (When I went to Panama we had to lie and say we were coming as tourists, and not as missionaries. Although I think it had more to do with tax purposes.) Why I had them or needed them, no clue.

Last night, I dreamt that I was at the Australia Zoo and I met Bindi Sue Irwin there. I wanted to explore the zoo and was surprised to find that Bindi Sue was actually not that familiar with the place, so Terri agreed to let her come with me. We also ended up climbing through heavy undergrowth to reach the same place. (Possibly a zoo snack bar?) This time I partook of the buffet, and there was also an additional normal continental buffet. The second buffet was free, but the first one cost money which no one realized, including George Eads. He began to yell at the people who worked there saying it was unfair. I didn't really want to pay, but felt guilty. I had the same strange obligation to turn my money into singles and hand over my butter knives.

Stop Me If You Think That You've Heard This Dream Before...

I think, but am not completely sure, that I have not yet posted this dream. If so, oh well. I had it during Freshman year, and then used it as the basis for my grief essay for Mr. Sussman's class. In this dream, we were driving back from the snow trip and had arrived at Oakdale to stop for something to eat. Darren's car hadn't arrived yet, and Rachel was in his car. We waited a while and they still did not arrive. We went back to look for them and found his car totalled. Darren and the others had survived, but Rachel did not. The dream was so vivid I remember seeing the yellow foam from the ripped seats, the window glass crushed into little squares, broken cds, distended seat belts and airbags. I was very sad that Rachel died.

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