I'll catch you up for the whole weekend as best I can and as I recall more dreams I promise to revise.
Friday night
1. I was bleeding to death, but was more concerned about staining my clothes.
2. My family, plus a couple grandparents were trapped in my house in a horror movie fashion. When we opened one door, it actually led into a cabin. I feel this is reminiscent of some actual movie but I can't remember which. All of these strange paranormal things were going on. Actually scary stuff not like doors opening eerily but nobody believed me, they insisted on a "logical" explanation. I dunno how it ended. I guess we died or something.
Saturday night
1. Another Hef dream. This time I wasn't a girlfriend luckily but I was hanging out at the mansion. I went to the grocery store with Bridget and was introduced to Kristin, whom I was told was a new girlfriend. (Kendra was still missing. I guess my subconcious finds her as annoying as my waking state.) Although, Kristin is just as stupid and crass as Kendra, and of course blonde, but in the more "traditional" way of pink tube tops and not Chargers jerseys. When we get back to the mansion, we are having one of those lunches they have on the show all the time where everyone in Anaheim shows up in their dining room apparently there for a casual lunch, no reason or event is ever given. I am talking to Holly and say "so there's a new girlfriend" and she acts all shocked and starts to question me. Hef overhears me describing her and jumps in so I have to be slightly nicer than I would have been, also I'm still not sure if that chick was actually a girlfriend or not. Hef seemed to enjoy discussing the way she looked and I guess I inadvertently won him over and he liked me or something. Then he smiled and he had extra rows of teeth, like a shark.
Sunday night
1. Anushka had transferred to Fresno State and we were roommates, along with a third person that I know nothing about. We were in a class together and something made me incredibly upset and I ran away (no doubt after class was over) and when she ran after me it only made it worse. Now I should be able to outrun Anushka but this was one of those running-gets-you-nowhere dreams. It wasn't anything like the real Fresno State campus, but had a lot of castle ruins. I went back to our room and hid under the sheets of my bed and cried. Basically, someone (and for the purposes of this dream journal, let's say Julia) would have to die in an ungratifying way totally lacking in irony. For instance, if Julia died in a magical war so that Harry Potter might live, but got to gaze into his eyes before it happened, then I'd be at peace with that and not go running around campus sobbing. I really really hate running. Digression! as Holden would say. So later I'm apparently feeling better and/or have class, which I would probably go to even if I was in the depths of despair. I'm a good student, I only skip school for Relient K concerts. I get up and go to a much better version of the "food court" at the student union so it was really more like one of those super fancy grocery stores where you can buy 200 different types of bottled water and organic crap and they have samples and ambient lighting. I just wanted to buy something to drink and for some reason I was sliding on the floor from aisle to aisle. People did find this strange but not as strange as you might think, more li
ke "hey we never thought of that!" and some girls in line tried to start up a conversation which I rebuffed. Then I went to class which was taught by the crazy representative of Washington D.C. who doesn't get to vote and kept asking Stephen Colbert what part of France he was from. All of the sudden, a big hurricane type storm started and doors were ripped off and students blown away and she suggested I stand under the door jamb for protection from the rain as the classroom had no ceiling although I don't think that was a result of the storm.
This reminds me of two other dreams I had
a) Fairly recently, as in with in the last year
I was going to the dining hall for breakfast on one of my wonderful "late" mornings where I don't have to get up until 8 but at the first large dining hall (again nothing like the actual dining hall) despite there being mountains of food, I couldn't find anything I wanted. I think I just wanted like cereal or a bagel and everything was either too lunch (it must have been slightly later than 8:25) and or too sugary or something. So I decided to walk across campus (still holding my tray) to the other smaller dining hall and I run into Lauren which isn't that surprising considering some of the inappropriate places I've run into her before. Like my senior grad night. She was a sophomore. So, I talk to Lauren for a while mostly asking "um what are you doing here?" and eventually have to say goodbye because I'm running out of time to get breakfast and I've got to get to class. I go inside and most of the food is like the lost boys' food in Hook: shapeless, textureless fluorescent goo. Also they had roses. I don't know if those were intended to eat or not. I'm not sure, but I think I went without breakfast that morning. Everyone else seemed to enjoy it as both halls were totally packed and noisy.
b) A couple years ago
My mom, Chandler, my grandmother and I were in this strange place, it seemed like sandstone ruins, and I had the feeling this used to be a church. Kitty-Pooh was lost somewhere in there and we were all looking for him. Which is surprising since my grandmother doesn't even like him and constantly refers to him as "she". Also, in no way is it his fault that she wears bright red nailpolish and wiggles her fingers around. We found him in the end.
Friday night
1. I was bleeding to death, but was more concerned about staining my clothes.
2. My family, plus a couple grandparents were trapped in my house in a horror movie fashion. When we opened one door, it actually led into a cabin. I feel this is reminiscent of some actual movie but I can't remember which. All of these strange paranormal things were going on. Actually scary stuff not like doors opening eerily but nobody believed me, they insisted on a "logical" explanation. I dunno how it ended. I guess we died or something.
Saturday night
1. Another Hef dream. This time I wasn't a girlfriend luckily but I was hanging out at the mansion. I went to the grocery store with Bridget and was introduced to Kristin, whom I was told was a new girlfriend. (Kendra was still missing. I guess my subconcious finds her as annoying as my waking state.) Although, Kristin is just as stupid and crass as Kendra, and of course blonde, but in the more "traditional" way of pink tube tops and not Chargers jerseys. When we get back to the mansion, we are having one of those lunches they have on the show all the time where everyone in Anaheim shows up in their dining room apparently there for a casual lunch, no reason or event is ever given. I am talking to Holly and say "so there's a new girlfriend" and she acts all shocked and starts to question me. Hef overhears me describing her and jumps in so I have to be slightly nicer than I would have been, also I'm still not sure if that chick was actually a girlfriend or not. Hef seemed to enjoy discussing the way she looked and I guess I inadvertently won him over and he liked me or something. Then he smiled and he had extra rows of teeth, like a shark.
Sunday night
1. Anushka had transferred to Fresno State and we were roommates, along with a third person that I know nothing about. We were in a class together and something made me incredibly upset and I ran away (no doubt after class was over) and when she ran after me it only made it worse. Now I should be able to outrun Anushka but this was one of those running-gets-you-nowhere dreams. It wasn't anything like the real Fresno State campus, but had a lot of castle ruins. I went back to our room and hid under the sheets of my bed and cried. Basically, someone (and for the purposes of this dream journal, let's say Julia) would have to die in an ungratifying way totally lacking in irony. For instance, if Julia died in a magical war so that Harry Potter might live, but got to gaze into his eyes before it happened, then I'd be at peace with that and not go running around campus sobbing. I really really hate running. Digression! as Holden would say. So later I'm apparently feeling better and/or have class, which I would probably go to even if I was in the depths of despair. I'm a good student, I only skip school for Relient K concerts. I get up and go to a much better version of the "food court" at the student union so it was really more like one of those super fancy grocery stores where you can buy 200 different types of bottled water and organic crap and they have samples and ambient lighting. I just wanted to buy something to drink and for some reason I was sliding on the floor from aisle to aisle. People did find this strange but not as strange as you might think, more li
ke "hey we never thought of that!" and some girls in line tried to start up a conversation which I rebuffed. Then I went to class which was taught by the crazy representative of Washington D.C. who doesn't get to vote and kept asking Stephen Colbert what part of France he was from. All of the sudden, a big hurricane type storm started and doors were ripped off and students blown away and she suggested I stand under the door jamb for protection from the rain as the classroom had no ceiling although I don't think that was a result of the storm.This reminds me of two other dreams I had
a) Fairly recently, as in with in the last year
I was going to the dining hall for breakfast on one of my wonderful "late" mornings where I don't have to get up until 8 but at the first large dining hall (again nothing like the actual dining hall) despite there being mountains of food, I couldn't find anything I wanted. I think I just wanted like cereal or a bagel and everything was either too lunch (it must have been slightly later than 8:25) and or too sugary or something. So I decided to walk across campus (still holding my tray) to the other smaller dining hall and I run into Lauren which isn't that surprising considering some of the inappropriate places I've run into her before. Like my senior grad night. She was a sophomore. So, I talk to Lauren for a while mostly asking "um what are you doing here?" and eventually have to say goodbye because I'm running out of time to get breakfast and I've got to get to class. I go inside and most of the food is like the lost boys' food in Hook: shapeless, textureless fluorescent goo. Also they had roses. I don't know if those were intended to eat or not. I'm not sure, but I think I went without breakfast that morning. Everyone else seemed to enjoy it as both halls were totally packed and noisy.
b) A couple years ago
My mom, Chandler, my grandmother and I were in this strange place, it seemed like sandstone ruins, and I had the feeling this used to be a church. Kitty-Pooh was lost somewhere in there and we were all looking for him. Which is surprising since my grandmother doesn't even like him and constantly refers to him as "she". Also, in no way is it his fault that she wears bright red nailpolish and wiggles her fingers around. We found him in the end.
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