Dreams That Will Make You Fall Asleep

Can't say it's terribly interesting but here it goes anyway.

I went home to visit and actually drove into the family room/kitchen with my car. And it didn't seem strange or anything. I just pulled in, all the way in. And I had lots of pizza in my car. Home was pretty boring. My mom told my brothers and me that we had donuts but when we opened the cookie jar (which is not where we normally keep our donuts but whatever) all it was was french bread dusted with sugar and almond slivers. Not very tasty.

Later I was driving past these two police cars escorting somebody, one in front the other in back, and I assumed this person was in trouble. But I was speeding and I couldn't tell if one of them would peel off and come after me. Distracted by this, I was unprepared to stop at a red light and was going so fast that I went halfway into the crosswalk. Then I was sure they'd come after me.

Hush, Don't Wake Me Up! I Am Still Dreaming

I've been having a series of dreams in which I am some kind of combination of British royalty. Back when British royalty was more than just a series of sex scandals. They had plenty of those too but they also had actual political power. Part Victoria, part Elizabeth except I'm named Mary Stuart. (But I'm not that Mary Stuart) Based on earlier dreams, I am next in line for the throne and my parents are still alive. I refuse to marry because I would have to share my crown. I am very stubborn and demanding, but that will probably make me a good ruler. I have no intention of being sheltered and made into a mere figurehead. Last night's adventure involved me flirting and dancing with my cousin, whom I never intended to marry but then I became upset when he began to pay attention to another, less royal, girl. I threw a royal fit and ran from the ballroom to the library. Very difficult in those huge heavy dresses.

I also had a dream that I accidentally stumbled upon a party being thrown by Goldie Hawn's mother. People were erroneously complimenting her for looking just as young as Goldie. We were anxiously awaiting the arrival of Kate Hudson, who didn't show up at least while I was there. At one point, Kelly Ripa did arrive and I was somewhat disappointed that my mom wasn't there cause I thought she would like to meet her.

Dream Weaver

I apologize to all two of you that occasionally read this for not updating sooner but I haven't had any complete dreams in a long time, just fragments. So here they are. Feel free to combine them in any way you wish.

1. Shawn came back even cuter and much taller so I was super excited and wanted to date him again.

2. The end of Aladdin. I just dreamt part of the movie, although I was sort of in it. At one point I yelled out to Aladdin that at least Jafar only gets three wishes, how bad can that be? Then Al fixed everything and trapped Jafar in the lamp.

3. I was hanging out in a giant doll house with Haley. I also redecorated using the Sims panel.

4. There were more I just can't remember right now.

Weekend Dream Update

Last night:
I think I was acting in a movie, and that this didn't really happen. So to speak. The film was about a man, Will Smith, doing everything in his power to save his wife and son from unknown evil and it's henchmen who had apparently kidnapped them. Which included him shooting a lot of people. In the final scene, we are fleeing in a speedboat (Will, wife, son, wife's father and me. I have no idea why my character is there.) Will dramatically turns to the father-in-law, and shoots him point blank and shoves his body out of the boat. I think Will blamed him for what happened to his wife and son. At that point, the wife and I realize Will is insane and do everything to avoid making him any angrier, including looking like we are trying to humor him because that just makes them even more angry.

Saturday Night:
Something was going on at my dorm. There were lots of people dressed in blue and red. One girl named Susie, who lives down the hall from me, was going crazy. A female person who seemed to be some sort of friend of mine (I believe it was Julia) was missing and/or in danger with her boyfriend. His brother and I (both of whom were pretty hot) were working together to find and/or save them. I believe we were successful.

Friday Night:
I dreamt that I was invited over to this girl from church's house for a sleepover. Normally I would not, but I was trying to be social. We had lots of awkward conversations, particularly about sleeping arrangements. And watched her many brothers run around and get into trouble. At one point she showed me some jewelry and it got stuck on my glasses and when I went to clean them, I ended up rubbing the metal into the lens and ruining them which upset me.

The Most Boring Dream Ever

Last night, I dreamt that I ordered a sandwich. California BLT on sourdough, no mayo.

Testosterone Boys and Cortisol Girl (aka Panic! In the Dream pt. II)

Unfortunately, no. I did not have a dream about Panic! At the Disco. Just a few more of my stress dreams. Sorry to disappoint but you can enjoy looking at them instead.

Last night I dreamt that I got an 4 on an AP test. I don't remember exactly what the subject was, but it was something I hadn't taken previously. I was excited. Actually this was only stressful in the first few minutes when I read the thing wrong and thought I had gotten a 3. To my great surprise, I did know whatever topic the test was on I'm just not smart enough to read an AP score.

The night before I dreamt that I was extremely overstressed. I had to go to class until 2, work at the lab until 4, at which point I would go to work at math crazy then afterwards had to return to the lab at 9 at night in order to complete my full 8 hour work day and on top of this had numerous exams looming. For some inexplicable reason, I decided that wearing layers would help relieve my stress so I would just put all the outfits I would need for one day on top of each other: ballet on the bottom (which oddly enough including riding boots and a mesh cape), then lab clothes, then normal clothes for math crazy I guess and so on. I think I also had to take care of some kids. At one point, I stopped by this party on my way to the late shift at the lab and all these people I knew from high school were there but I could only stay for 10 minutes or so. I awoke, panicking.

Three Wild and Crazy Guys in My Dream

I just remembered this dream! From freshman year of high school, because it was just before my grandparent's 50th anniversary bash. I dreamt that I went to the party and to my great surprise, Bill Murray, Steve Martin and Dan Aykroyd were in attendance. I overheard them talking about my grandfather, and that they may have met him when his job with the CBA required him to travel all over California. I was so excited to see them (this was around the beginning of my SNL phase) that I was struck dumb and was therefore unable to tell them how totally awesome they are. But I did manage to get a photo with them. (But it didn't survive the part where I woke up.)

Get Out of My Dreams! (And into my car)

My dream last night consisted of a visit home. There was a large family gathering at my house, but I escaped with Anthony by agreeing to take my younger cousins (of which I have none) to a park. On our way, we saw Chase and Jen walking across the street. Anthony was torn, he wanted to stop and say hello because he thought it might be the only time he would see them but he also didn't want to interrupt our outing and was afraid it would be awkward due to the growing distance between them. I was amibvalent. I think we were at the park anyway. So we got out and tried to talk to them while the little kids played. It went on after that, but that's all I can remember.

But I just remembered a different dream I had a couple of years ago! This one was fun: part Secret Garden, part band trip. We were on a band trip to France, and were attending some dinner in this really awesome place that was like a castle being excavated, so there were deep trenches and great old ruins. I escaped from the watchful eye of Mr. Johnson (and perhaps Mr. Scott) to go explore and end up in a partially excavated tunnel. I look up and there is a bridge over me, with a very stern Maggie Smith glaring at me.

No One Cares When Your Dreams At Night Get Creepy

Having this dream last night reminded me I've actually been having a series of these kind of dreams: I go on a trip somewhere, like I drive my car to the bus depot or train station or airport or what have you. The actual dream is me returning from the trip, trying to find my car, not finding my car, stupidly going elsewhere to look for my car so I'm even farther away from home, lost and without my car. Also, if I ever find my car I'll probably get super lost. It's very stressful. I had one of these dreams last night, my brothers were with me. They don't help.

I remember only a couple more scenes and have no idea what went on in between but here goes:
1. I am entering a rundown apartment building with my two brothers and an older woman. We split up (boys and girls) and I'm not sure what we are going to do just that we are con artists.
2. We enter an apartment and an old lady introduces us to her five orphan girls, and they are all dressed up as various Disney princesses.
3. I am talking to one of the girls, who points to a homemade button I have that says "I voted for Bush". The girl tells the old lady about it, and the old lady confronts me and demands to know if I really voted for George Bush. I said yes (although of course I didn't, I wasn't old enough to vote then. I think in my mind I was saying I voted for a member of the Republican party.) and she got mad.

Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right, But Two Half-Dreams Do Make A Whole Blog

I have had dreams but I haven't remembered them, so now you get two half dreams. Today it suddenly occured to me that this was a dream and not real: I dreamt that I overslept and missed my dentist appointment during spring break and my mom was mad because I wouldn't be able to get another one. I was too because I'm already a month overdue.

Sunday night, after an ABC family-sponsored Harry Potter weekend, I dreamt that Daniel Radcliffe and I were best buds. Definitely Daniel, and not Harry. We had all sorts of adventures together. (But don't worry Julia, it was platonic.) The only one of our crazy antics I remember now was we were in a church-hospital (it was neither one or the other) and were not attending services but wandering around the pediatric ward. We heard a kid crying and went to the nurses' station to be met by Mr. Ed and we were like hey, do you want us to help out with the crying kid? And he was like no, we already called the parents. That's always the last thing I would do, so I went to see if I could make the kid (Jonathan Lopez) stop crying. Shawn Knapp and other TBC Fresno people were in the room holding a crying Jonathan but then I saw he had blood running down the side of his head. So Daniel and I hightailed it out of there.