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!