Crush! Kill! Destroy!

Alright, I have no idea if this was a dream from night before last or before then, but in it I was a robot designed by a supergenious scientist, and I think sometimes I was in human form and sometimes I looked pretty much like R2D2. I started off at some girls' slumber party in a huge mansion that I expected to be haunted or something... I didn't actually see it in my dream, but when the 'scene' switched to another location, I knew that I had killed them. I dunno why. But in the next part I was in the halls of a high school or college that was unfamiliar to me. I was looking for more people to kill (Bad R2D2, no killing on school property!) and I turned into a room with windows all around. I saw a girl sitting on a couch looking out of the window. I went over to her (probably to kill her...) and was shocked to find it was none other than Jamie Heckman, my high school sweetheart! (okay, well, she wasn't really my sweetheart... We never dated... We didn't even talk very much... but i guesses she'd feel special if she ever read this!) She stood up and I was dumbfounded. We talked for a while, and that's all I remember.

The Moral of the story? Slumber Partiers beware R2D2.

Another accidental post... maybe I wrote it in my SLEEP!

This is an accidental post. Go me, I'm so technical!

All I remember from last nights sleep session is that I dreamed that the Sweatshirt I ordered from my dorm had arrived. Maybe that means it's coming today? I hope so, I want some NVW pride when i go home!

I'm home I'm home! I'm... home?

Last night was a tease... but a very entertaining tease. It is already fading fast from memory, so I will try my hardest so put as much as I can up here. The biggest part of my dream is that I was home. I had come home already for Thanksgiving, and was very excited. I remember talking to my mom and dad and then going upstairs for a while (but now that I think of it, it wasn't REALLY my upstairs, but it was an upstairs I remember having in other dreams before...) I sat down at my desk and was trying to remember who it was that I was supposed to be visiting at the time. But I couldn't figure out what day it was. Why? Because I couldn't remember coming home. I was suddenly very confused. I knew I was home, and I really thought I was awake, but I couldn't remember anything about how I came home. I went down to ask my parents how I had come home, and I felt rather foolish. Who forgets either a 12 hour car ride or a plane trip? My dad said something about how he and mom had come and picked me up instead of flying. I didn't know why they wasted my plane ticket. I just couldn't figure out if it was time to figure Danricc or Jaron, because I didn't know if it was wednesday or thursday.
I woke up a few minutes ago in the middle of my ultraconfused state, and laughed outloud. I felt really really dumb. And then I remembered some other parts of my dream. One of which was very short. I was in a living room and it was the middle of the night. I looked over to my left and saw Homer J. Simpson. He stirred in his sleep, and I looked to my right and saw Marge Simpson. She was half awake and asked Homer what was wrong. She then took a hit from a bong she had in her lap and went back to sleep! It was very confusing, just like everything in my dreams.
Another part of my dream, which I think came first, had something to do with a big party. I remember being in a house that had a lot of 70s browns and greens in it. Bad decorating. And people were listening to music but no one was very happy with the type of music. So I found a record player and wired it into the speakers, and put on some very old record. At that point everyone at the party was much happier... I felt like a hero.
So once again, I hope I failed to disappoint you. My dreams are as odd as they come, and I'm special enough to be able to remember them. Crazy crazy crazy....

Happy Thanksgiving,
Turkey Hater

Shower. Kitties.

I remember two parts from last night and, one again for tradition's sake, they were both odd. When I woke up this morning I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and then realized I was already clean. Then I half remembered showering in the middle of the night, and moreso remember looking at my clock and seeing that it was 1:30 in the morning at the time. So yeah, now I sleep shower. Add that to the list: Sleep talk, sleep walk, sleep hide my glasses from myself, and sleep shower. Exciting times.

The only part of my dream last night that I remember I hope isn't insulting. So if it is, I apologize ahead of time. But in my dream I was in a house, and was told that the "new arrival" was upstairs. So I thought, "Okay, someone had a baby." I went upstairs and there was Heather Y. from youth group... and she HAD had a baby... but this was no ordinary baby.... She had somehow had a kitten... yeah, quite wierd. (but that's alright, kittens are cuter than real babies anyway ;o) ) She had it swaddled up and handed it to me, telling me to be careful because it likes to scratch and doesn't really like people. But her kitten just.... petted my face with its paw. I felt special. So yeah, in conclusion, my obsessive compulsiveness over cleanliness goes into my sleep, and my friends give birth to kittens.

Off to ponder just how screwed up I am,
Taj

No really! I'm not lazy! I just haven't dreamed til now!

I really don't think I've remembered any of my dreams since my last post, so my lack of posting here is not solely due to laziness. Last dream was very... wierd. But hey, aren't they all? Apparently I was back home in Pa, and I was supposed to take a quiz on the back porch. But I kept getting distracted by a bunch of different stuff. I was looking around in the laundry room for....something. I think lint kept getting in my way... but I was trying to find the snail shaped candle we have at home, because i needed it so I'd have more light while taking my quiz on the porch. My dad kept yelling at me because I was supposed to be taking it, even though I needed the candle to see better... When I finally did get out to take the quiz, I didn't know any of the answers to any of the questions, and somehow I knew that my lack of answers was a direct results from taking too long to take the quiz. Go figure. Any interpretations? (Hint: I had a chemistry quiz this week that I don't think I did too well on)

Failing in Grand Rapids,
Jesse Faileduh Test

This is Rusty Nail looking for Candy Cane..

Okay, so this dream seems to be another tribute to eric, with whom I watched the movie "Joy Ride" which is a horror movie about 2 guys who accidentaly piss off a trucker by hitting on him over a CB radio while pretending to be a girl code named "Candy Cane". He then proceeds to chase them down and try to kill them. I feel bad because I don't remember all of this dream, even though I woke up in the middle of the night and decided I definitely had to remember ALL of it. Oh well, here's what I remember:
I was in a pick up truck with the two guys from the movie at night, and we were being chased by Rusty Nail. We were coming up to a curb and I wanted to get away, so I grabbed my boogie board which just happened to be in the truck and said, "LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!" and jumped out of the truck as we went round a curve. I rode the boogie board along the edge of the road and into the grass on the side of the road. I went a short way up a hill and then stopped. I heard a mack truck coming, and ran to hide, and thought that Rusty Nail hadn't heard me, but then saw the truck stop a short distance down the road. The last part I remember before waking up was planning to hide under his own truck when he came to find me and disconnecting as many hoses and connections as possible so that he couldn't follow us.

Later, after some more sleep, I woke up to the sound of my suitemate's alarm clock and, thinking that someone had someone taken the letter "U" out of whatever my alarm clock said. My alarm clock was not going off, and boy did it confuse me!

Sincerely,
Dazed and Confused in Vanderwerp

CONFRONTATION!

It seems that problems are arising from my sleeping disorders. I wasn't aware of this, but my roommate pointed out to me that I talk in my sleep EVERY night. He also pointed out to me that it often wakes him up. He went on to point out that he doesn't like being woken up by my sleeptalking, and that I should focus on "NOT talking on my sleep tonight." I didn't realize I did it every night. I feel bad now. I don't know how to stop it!!!

Freddy Krueger and Playstation 2.... shake, stir, rinse, repeat...

Once again, my imagination got loose and went rampant around my head. Last night I dreamt that I came home (home as in my parents' house) and saw a notice about a church that had burned down and needed lots of money to be rebuilt. The name was something like Kramp or Klamp or something that starts with a K. My dad was sort of upset that I didn't care about the fact that that church had burned down, so I asked him why I should care. He told me I should care because it was my sister's church. (This is one of those blatant untruths in my dreams. My sister goes to zion with my parents, not to some church with a K!) So because I had no clue about this church, I just kinda faked being upset about it. Later that day a truck pulled into our driveway. The driver was there to pick up anyone who wanted to help clean out the church. I ran around looking for gloves so I could actually be of help. I got back to the driveway and started climbing into the back of the pickup truck, but hadn't made it all the way in when the driver pulled into the road. My foot got stuck between the back bumper and the tailgate and I lost my hold on the truck. I fell backwards and started being dragged along by the truck. I was trying to yell to my dad to help me, but the truck was very loud, and he couldn't hear me. I just tried to hold on to the bumper and pull myself partially up so that I wouldn't be dragged on the road. My dad eventually turned and saw me, and I remember he didn't really seem like he cared but just sort of seem frustrated with me. *sudden scene change*
I was then inside a house that obviously belonged to rich people. I was in a bedroom with a door going to the outside and an entertainment centre set up along one wall. This house was the one that had partially burned down, I knew; not a church. I looked over to the entertainment center and noticed a playstation 2 sitting on top. This got me very excited. I went over to it and somehow knew that the owners had left it for whoever wanted it, and were somehow doing some sort of... yard sale for whoever came in the house. there was a sign that said, "ps2 and games: $4" I was very VERY VERY happy about this. I started unplugging the ps2 from the tv and the power outlet. I remember thinking about maybe taking the tv too since i didn't have one in my dorm room. I then opened up the entertainment system cabinet and became even more ecstatic. The previous owner had piles and piles of ps2 games. I started pulling out large stacks of 15-20 games at a time and setting them down next to the ps2. There were about 100 games in all. (I don't even know if there ARE that many games for ps2 yet) All of the final fantasy games were included in these stacks, and I remember that final fantasy x was at the very bottom. There was also a 1foot by 2foot by 1foot tupperware container in the cabinet. I took it out and looked through the clear sides and noticed tons of gameboy color and advance games. Once again, I was excited. I saw some final fantasy games for gameboy advance when looking from the outside, but when I opened the container, I couldn't find them. What I did see, though, was many friday the 13th and nightmare on elm street games. I remembered back to when I had Friday the 13th for original nintendo. It was exciting and fun, but I think I'd have a heart attack if I played it after I was 30 because of all the times it made me jump. As I was looking at these games (which included a boxed set of nightmare on elmstreet games) I heard a noise outside and noticed it had gotten very dark, and there was no light left in the room I was in. I heard noises out side and saw moonlit shadows of something hobbling towards the door. I heard it say, "Come out come out wherever you are!" and knew right away it was a member of the undead. As it neared the door, it said, "Don't try to hide! Zombies can see in the dark!" and then it giggled very...frighteninglyt. But I was very relieved when it came in and COULDN'T see me in the dark, laying next to the bed. *sudden scene change*
I was now in a minimum security jailcell. One that was only for small time crooks to be kept in over night. The bars were all wooden, and reminded me of stables and white picket fences. There were three other cells in the room. In one was Jason Vorhees from Friday the 13th. In another was freddy krueger from nightmare on elm street. There was a pocket on the inside of my jail cell door that had 2 movies and a magazine in it. The movies were Nightmare on Elm street 2 and one that I can't remember. THe magazine was called something like, "Flame" or "Fire" or something along those lines. Freddy Krueger left his jail cell and came over to mine and showed me how he was featured in the magazine and told me to watch his movie. That was the last thing I could remember before my alarm went off. Well, that and a terrible longing to go get that playstation and the games and play them.

So I got home from my Ultimate Frisbee tournament today and decided that I could benefit from a nap, which turned out to be exactly the right thing to do. "Man I love sleeping. I wish I could wake up so I could go back to sleep again."
This next dream is very odd, and occurred during this wonderful 3 hour nap. In this dream, I found myself in a huge castle on a large rock in the sky. You know those rocks that are depicted in movies or games or whatever that look like upside down mountains? Thats what this rock looked like, with a pretty castle on top. Now this castle was either flying really quickly up or really quickly down in the sky, I'm not sure which. Lots a pretty white fluffy clouds going by. It somehow reminded me of Final Fantasy, but I don't know how.
Now I was actually out in front of the main entrance of the castle, and I had to call my dad because he was planning to come visit me at college in the next week, and we had to make arrangements. On the phone (which kept getting staticky, maybe cuz we were flying thru the sky) my dad starting telling me about how he was leaving his job; I think he was leaving so he'd have more time to work on the house, but I'm not sure. But i think I somehow got the impression that my family was just about out of money, which was making me feel really guilty about going to college. When I was done on the phone, my roommate drew walked over to a bed that was near me. He had a large bale of barbed wire around his ankles, and both his ankles had about 6 evently spaced vertical slits around them; each had 3 or 4 stitches in it. The barbed wire was apparently supposed to be some sort of fashion statement. I asked him why he had barbed wire on his ankles if it had already cut him up so much, but he just shrugged. Just TRY to read into that one. If you come up with anything, email me: flipzfrawg@juno.com .

I miss eric! ... and I guess I kinda miss my dad too.

I was away in Chicago for an ultimate frisbee tournament this weekend, and it was very much fun. But I think the most interesting part was the dream that I had Saturday night. In this dream, I was walking with Eric (my best friend from home) down some wooden steps similar to those that we had at Camp Roger, where we had our dorm retreat a few weeks ago. I was a bit behind him on the stairs, and wanted to get up in front of him, but each time i would move to a side to get around, he would just so happen to move to the same side. Not like he was trying to keep me from passing him, but maybe it could be read that I have issues with always thinking that Eric is better than me? Or maybe these things really shouldnt be read into.
But eventually, we got to the bottom, and there was a lake in front of us and a small stream off to the right with a bridge going across.
Eric's dog was tied up near the bridge, which is actually very similar to what its actually like at his house, with the doghouse and bridge and small stream. But the dog (i forget her name... it started with nic... something like nicorette? nicoragua? nicotine? i dunno) needed water, so Eric handed me the water bowl to fill it up from the lake while he checked out the mud in the stream. This part reminds me of when Eric and I were goofing around in my pond in the mushy muddy area. But I was coming back with the water when he suddenly sunk completely into the mud up over his head. I was quite upset about this! I ran over and dove my hands into the mud and found his arms and started pulling. I'm still upset because I don't know the outcome. I woke up before I found out if he got out of the mud or if he drowned in it. Either way, I was very upset when I woke up, and realized I really miss Eric. I wish I had called him today.
Now, some background that I couldn't give before the dream so that it wouldnt give it away. We watched the movie, "The Scorpion King," which is, in fact, the cheesiest movie ever made. And I think the Rock could actually be a good actor.... as long as the writers didn't give him cheesy one-liners and have him doing fake pro-wrestling moves throughout the movie. But at one point, the Rock's enemies kept sinking down in quicksand, and that is probably part of what prompted my dream. Tada! the end.

Strange and exciting...

You'll have to forgive me, because I can't remember all the little details from this dream, but i will try to get most of it. Last night I dreamt that I was walking around with Shelly and Lauren (two friends from long ago who have moved to Florida) who are both around my age. We were walking by some sort of lake that had sandy beaches and an island in the middle and had many people in it, swimming and playing and the like. I suggested that we go swimming, but Shelly kept refusing because she couldn't swim well... I was confused because she already had a bathing suit on. Well, 2 seconds later we're driving in a car with the radio on, and a news announcement comes on telling how Reading is swarmed with monsters and demons and such. But I somehow knew that it was happening because it happened often. It had to do with people playing counterstrike on their computers. (i know counterstrike doesn't have monsters or demons, keep with me here folks) How ever the people on the computers commanded their people in the game, that was how the demons and monsters acted in the city of Reading. We saw a police van/security truck thing pass by us and I decided to turn the car around and go to reading. I had to pick some stuff up from a church first, so we drove there. When I went in there was.... I don't quite know how to describe it. Two big red glowing stars with an alter or something between them. Some sort of devil worship site or something. And Satan himself was sitting on the altar. He just looked at me as I came in and picked up my backpack to get ready to play real live counterstrike. So I got into the city, but was really scared all of a sudden. I just hid in what looked like a shower stall and shot anything that ran by me. I couldn't get the shower curtain closed all the way (a problem i have in real life with our dorm shower heh) and someone ended up seeing me. I think that's the point when i woke up. Fun, eh?

-Lt. commander Jesse

Cataclysmic!

Okay, you are so lucky i remembered this dream this late in the day. But it was terrible. It was horrible. It was a NIGHTMARE. Okay, here's some quick background info: the binders I use for my notes for class are five subject notebooks. The first "subject" section in my biblical literature notebook contains my notes from class, and the second section contains my personal notes from the reading. I dreamt last night that I was in class and was opening my notebook to take notes when I found that the first "subject" section was already full, and I had no where to write my notes. I could've gone to the third subject, but that would ruin my entire organization! I was devastated and frightened. I had no idea what to do. Yeah, so that's my cataclysmic dream.

Well, I said that last one was my first dream. I woke up (naturally) at about 630 in the morning, realized it was 630 and went back to bed to once again dream of peculiar things.
In this dream, I was with my dad at some sort of department store. After shopping unsuccessfully for a while, I had to go to the bathroom, as everyone does. I handed my bookbag to my dad and went to find the bathroom. I found the line of people waiting and joined the ranks. While standing in line, I saw a very old woman in the girls' line who was looking at herself in a compact mirror and touching up her makeup. She kept saying, "I look so lovely!", though I didn't agree. The woman had far too much makeup on (makeup is evil... it gives you cancer) and her entire eye area was completely blue. Basically, she frightened me.
Well, my turn had finally come ... and i walked upstairs and into the bathroom. There was stuff in the shower and in the toilet area, reminding me of the RV's the youth group took on the road trip last summer, in which the bathrooms often doubled as storage area. Oddly, the toilet was in/part of the tub. (Discretion used here...part of dream left out) Eventually I got sucked down the toilet and into the sewer. I saw something coming towards me in the nasty sewer water and was understandably frightened. It jumped out of the water at me, but it was only a friend of mine (a made up one... I'd never really seen this person before in my life. Maybe it's a real person I'm destined to meet someday?) He kept laughing at me, but I just kept wondering how he could stand being in that sewer muck.
Suddenly, we both noticed that something else was coming towards us in the water. We were both frightened this time, for good reason. Out of the muck jumped the clown from Stephen King's "IT". It kept coming towards us. I turned around and started climbing up the ladder. I knew, somehow, that I would get away from IT, but my friend would get eaten. Oh well, c'est la vie in the dream world.

Last night just plain started off odd... I got a phone call at 1:30 in the morning and kept trying to tell drew it was probably for him, but he didn't get it. Know why? Cuz he didn't come home. Oh well, missed phone call #1.
My first dream of the night dealt with a haunted house. Not one of the fake ones they set up for Halloween, but a real one. A two guy friends of mine and I had all had bad experiences with this house, and therefore wanted to do some research on it. The only problem was that all the information on this house, all the records and such, were kept within the house itself. So we went into the house and started studying all the info we could find on it. While we were doing that, my view switched to some guy, i think he was caretaker of the house or something, who was coming into the house during the night while we were researching. He was calling out to see who was in the house when a large bony, skeletal hand reached out from under a bench and grabbed his ankle, pulling him under the bench and most likely eating him.
We studious researchers never even heard him. We had studied all through the night and into the morning when some guy just walks in on us. We were feeling pretty indignant that this guy would be so rude as to come into OUR haunted house heh. Then another person walked through the room. We went to the other room to lock the door, and saw a huge line of people waiting outside the front door to explore the house. That was quite odd.

Last night just plain started off odd... I got a phone call at 1:30 in the morning and kept trying to tell drew it was probably for him, but he didn't get it. Know why? Cuz he didn't come home. Oh well, missed phone call #1.
My first dream of the night dealt with a haunted house. Not one of the fake ones they set up for Halloween, but a real one. A two guy friends of mine and I had all had bad experiences with this house, and therefore wanted to do some research on it. The only problem was that all the information on this house, all the records and such, were kept within the house itself. So we went into the house and started studying all the info we could find on it. While we were doing that, my view switched to some guy, i think he was caretaker of the house or something, who was coming into the house during the night while we were researching. He was calling out to see who was in the house when a large bony, skeletal hand reached out from under a bench and grabbed his ankle, pulling him under the bench and most likely eating him.
We studious researchers never even heard him. We had studied all through the night and into the morning when some guy just walks in on us. We were feeling pretty indignant that this guy would be so rude as to come into OUR haunted house heh. Then another person walked through the room. We went to the other room to lock the door, and saw a huge line of people waiting outside the front door to explore the house. That was quite odd.

Yay! I remember another part of last nights dream! I was playing flute somehow, and I think I sounded good. Someone came up to me and asked me whether one has to breathe differently as one goes up a scale. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell.

Okay. Last night was interesting. I remember two small parts of my dream, and that is all. The first part I remember had something to do with rearranging my dorm room furniture. Ah, now I remember it clearer. My roommate was a girl for some reason, but I don't think that we were at college. I actually think it was some sort of youth group retreat (i miss youth group!) and for some reason i had set up my bed and bookshelf so that they completely block the bathroom door, and the only way to reach the bathroom was my crawling over my bed. We also, for some reason, had two bunkbeds (four beds) so we each got to choose every nite whether to sleep on top or bottom. I was up on the top bunk on my bed and I saw my dog Shadow (short fat dalmation, i miss her too!) come in the door. I felt really bad because I had chosen to sleep on the top bunk instead of the bottom where she couldve joined me.
The second part of my dream had something to do with being a sniper. Yes, I was a sniper in my dream. But I wasn't a very good sniper, because I was using a shotgun. And I wasn't even good with a shotgun because I never got a good shot out. I kept having problems with the safety and the trigger. I think at some point i forgot to "turn my gun on", there was an off/on switch on my shotgun. hmm.... But the worst thing was that I was trying to kill some adult that was playing with a little child in the back yard of my house. I really don't know why! After they left (both quite not dead cuz I'm a crappy sniper) I tried to shoot a tree to see what kind of damage my gun could do, but I failed at that too.

One of the first nights a was here at Calvin and I had just met drew, I had fallen asleep while reading Stephen King's the Tommyknockers with the light on. Drew came in and "woke me up" and said something to me, and I responded, "My mom is 2 feet above me..." to which he replied, "Jesse, are you awake?" and I said "I don't think so." I only partially remember saying "I don't think so", and don't remember the rest at all.

Okay, so I dream... alot... and I sleepwalk.... alot... and I talk in my sleep .... alot. It's because i am psychotic. meh. So I'll try to keep you updated with just how psycho I really am. Roommate Drew may provide the info for a lot of these!