Disney Dreams (but I don't think this is what they meant)

Last night I dreamt that I went to Disneyworld to begin my internship and attended various meetings where, much to my surprise, I met up with Anthony and Bryan. True to form, Bryan had just showed up and hadn't gone through any of the proper paperwork or applications but was nevertheless sure to be admitted regardless. Stephen Trembley was also there in the capacity of assistant to whoever was in charge of us interns. After the formalities, we started to climb up a tree house sort of path to a restaurant where we could relax and socialize. Behind me Elbogen, Dinger and Stephen Tye (still practically inseparable) were goofing off and only vaguely recognized me. I said how strange it was that some many former Cal High students were there and they didn't fully get what I was saying. In front of me, a blond skinny girl introduced herself to me as Tiffany and I told her my name. had climbed up some steps like runs of a ladder, turned around, fell off and landed on her head in front of me. I kind of freaked out, but as everyone around me was even more freaked out, I picked her up and moved her so she could lie flat on her back and told the guys to call 911. I tried to revive her and ask her questions. She told me her name and mine. Then down a few levels I heard two guys talking and one described what she had in very medical like terms that sounded super bad but I was trying to be positive for Tiffany.


A couple of days ago I had a dream that I showed up for work at Disneyworld and they handed me my costume and it was this big cotton frontier dress and I was kind of unhappy as I didn't want the job that came with that costume.

No Dreams Are Good Dreams

Camp Greenlake will no longer be a dry wasteland full of holes. The snow is melting and Father Christmas' sleigh bells are ringing in my ear. The dream-drought is over!

Actually it was about a week ago but I've been too busy/lazy to update.

I dreamt that I went home to find my brothers and David and Jonathan doing something idiotic. I left and returned later to find them not thwarted by my mother, but instead they were repelling off the side of my house. My mother and one of her friends with them! Also, they had turned my house into a large Gothic cathedral with stained glass. Both of those things made me really angry in the dream.

I had a few other dreams but I can't remember them now. I'll have to add more later.

The Gestalt Approach to Dream Work

I've been having a recurring scene that occurs within a variety of contexts of dreams in which I'm trying to dice a mango, but I mangle it. Perls would say that I am the mango, and that I feel I'm being torn apart and left a crushed and devastated vestige of my former self. Also, he would say I am the knife and that ultimately, I am doing this to myself. Isn't it great, the things you learn in college?

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.