Last night I dreamt that I was at a house for a party and having a grand ole time. There was a lot of alcohol consumption going on at this party, and as I was leaving, I was thinking about how I hoped the cops didn't show up. At that moment, I saw flashing red and blue lights, and bolted for the woods. I started crawling away, and ended up behind the neighbours house. Even though it was, like, midnight, a little girl who lived next door came outside to play in the yard. I hoped she didn't see me, and it was possible that she wouldn't, since I was wearing my awesomely black leather jacket. I woke up without knowing whether I was caught by the cops or not.

Many odd dreamlets in the past 2 nites...

1) Something similar to the zombie problems in both 28 days later and Resident Evil took place for real, and we were preparing to hide out in a basement for a while. We were trying to stock the basement well, and candles were one of the essentials. I found two boxes of candles in my house; I had separated them into nice, usable candles and novelty candles, but decided to just throw them in one box at this point, because there were zombies out to kill us and the candle types just didn't matter any longer. We ended up talking to one of the zombies and yelling at him/her.

2) I was exploring an elementary school with some friends. One of them had to go to the bathroom, and I think he had a german accent. We stole a playground ball, i think.

3) I was sitting in a lifeguard chair, but it was REALLY high up. someone threw a paper airplane at me, and i had to lean back really far to catch it. I felt like I almost fell out of the chair, and that made me quite frightened. But I didn't fall out, and I threw the paper airplane back down (but it just flopped around down to the ground because i had, in my fear, crumpled it upon catching it.)

I shouldn't have waited so long to post about last night's dream:

I was in my car in a city, and pulled into a parking spot along the street. I went into a liquor store, and came out with a hefty shotgun. I drove over to a river, and went into a vacant building, into a room on the second floor with a whole wall missing. Tim Spraut was there, and he and I hung out for a while. I wanted to try out my new gun, so I loaded it and looked over towards the river. There was one guy swimming in the river, and I was sure that I wouldn't hit him if I shot into the water. So I decided to try out the gun despite the possible hazard, but refused to use the sight. The gun went off, and my hand flew over my head. When I looked over in the direction in which I had shot, the guy was now floating face down in the water. I took off my shoes to jump into the water, and Tim told me to get help and let him help the guy, since Tim has experience in Crew (Rowing...) from High School. I ignored him and jumped into the water anyway and swam out to the guy. I was glad to see that there was no blood in the water, and the man seemed uninjured, but I began bringing him back to shore as I plotted how to keep from being convicted of murder...

Phase shift!

Another dream from last night took place in a marshy pond. I was wading through the muck with a dog (actually the dog named Kogoro from Final Fantasy X-2). I saw, sitting on a branch, a huge anaconda type snake, who's largest width was bigger than my thigh. I watched as it slowly dipped into the water and became an invisible predator. I feared for my dog's life, and shouted to my dad on the shore. I woke up.

I don't think I can remember much from last night, but what i do remember was frustrating! (well, the last part, at least)

I started by riding in an SUV with Steff and a female family member, though I'm not sure who it was. It may have be Terry, or maybe Steff's mom... We stopped at a school because I had to pick something up. I was walking through the school and saw Steff's little sister, Sarah, in a class. I then saw Steff herself (how did she get in so fast???) taking a test. She didn't seem to be enjoying herself. I came back to the car and we drove off somewhere.

Then there was a class in the woods (what fun!), taught by, of all people, Mr. Mishler, my high school chorus teacher. We were being testing on music stuff (duh) and for some reason, I couldn't hear the second question before he started playing some pieces of music. I had ABSOLUTELY no idea what kind of answer I was supposed to write down. The frustration from this test lasted until I woke up, and gave me some very unrestful sleep. There was also another class-type-thing in the woods, where everyone had to bring wooden spoons. At one point we all had to throw them, and then get them again. I couldn't tell which was mine, and was worried about stealing someone else's wooden spoon.

There have been a number of dreams in the past week, but I've lacked the diligence required to post them. I have written down little reminders of what they were about, and I'll get them up soon. But for now, I just post last night's dream:

There were two parts to last night's dream: the normal dream, and then the dream about telling my parents about the first dream.

The original dream had to do with my donkeys, Eeyore, Jill, and Daisy (whom I miss severely!). I was out in the backyard with them, just chillin when I started hearing some weird noises. Some woman joined me, and told me that trouble was coming. I heard some monkeys screaming back near the house, and she asked me if I heard that. I said that I did, and asked if they were baboons. She didn't answer about that, but told me that a lion or a tiger was on its way up to where we were, and that I had better get the donkeys to safety. I had no idea what I could do with them, especially since I didn't think I had enough leashes for all of them. I fretted and worried about the situation for a while when i saw movement through the trees. I looked closer, and saw a BEAUTIFUL white tiger coming towards the donkeys. I knew that I would have to defend them myself, so I ran over towards them and grabbed some pvc pipe (which I often use to defend myself against Eeyore when he gets ornery). The tiger was walking back and forth through the donkeys, trying to decide which one to go after first, when I jumped in front of her and warned her not to touch them. She talked back to me, telling me how hungry she was. I couldn't help but feel bad for her, so I told her that if she came back to the house with me, I could find her something to eat. She liked that idea, and we wrestled around for a bit before heading down to the house. I was happy to make a new furry friend :)

Like I said, there was a second part of the dream, too: the part where I told my parents about the first dream. I'm sure that I had to have been talking in my sleep because I even woke myself up by talking so much. I had a hard time getting all the parts of my dream straight. But my parents were very attentive.

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I don't have any spare time in the morning to post my dreams anymore... but I'll keep tryin!

4 or 5 nights ago: I dream that I was riding with steff in her car, and we needed to find somewhere to turn around or park. I directed her into the Burkes' (Jon, Jared, Megan) driveway, which had been redone to become a full loop. When we parked, Megan came over to the car to say hi, and Megan Pecht from high school also came over. She gave me a big hug and told me how much she missed me. Sometimes, I miss some people from high school. But sometimes I hate them and want them all to die! This occasion was an example of the former.

2 nights ago: I dreamt that I was on a train, and someone was counting millions of dollars in cash, which I stole. I was very excited about my new funds, but they were soon stolen by another guy on the train. There was nothing I could do but follow him, since I had originally stolen the money and couldn't report him. I followed him off the train and into the station, and somehow I had the money again and was trying to find a place to hide it. I put it in my luggage, which I had to have scanned, like at the airport. When my luggage came out of the scanner, the money was gone, and the guy had taken it again.
I then went to his house, which was situated on a farm. I drove past him without him seeing me and drove further down the driveway. The silver metal suitcase in which I had stored the money was sitting next to the road, and I parked next to it and got out of the car. I, fortunately, was the only person that knew how to get into the suitcase, and when I opened it, all the money was still there, and I stole it back. YAY!

Laast night: I was expected at Becky Strausses house for a party that started at 3 and went 'til 4:30. It was about 4:10 when I went to her house, which was surprisingly easy to find, even though it was on a street whose name I had never heard before. Something like Higgens or something. When I got there, I was the first to arrive, and I felt bad that Becky's party was flopping. I went upstairs and sat on the couch. When I looked out the window, I saw Shauna getting out of her car, but she had insanely green hair. It was muy hot. I was excited to see her and hugged her generously. Other people showed up presently, and I started working on the birthday card, since the party was a celebration of two birthdays: Ruthy's and someone elses, maybe Rachel Herber? It was hard to get people to sign the cards without Ruthy and Rachel seeing them. Ben Horning and others showed up to the party, including Charissa Rent. and her younger sister (who poured scalding hot water down my back many years ago!). When we gave the cards to the birthday girls, they were quite appreciative, especially Ruthy.

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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! I remembered what preceded my parents and I going into the churchy thing!

We were collecting certain insects for some unknown reason. I had a plant pot with some dirt in it, and in the dirt were this nasty worms that looked a lot like mealy worms. I tried picking one up, but it bit me, and it hurt like crazy! I told my parents about it, and suggested maybe that we go back home and check it out, so we turned around and headed home.

I also was holding a stick with a large spider on it, a spider that kind of had me spooked. Somehow, I accidentally dropped the stick, and when the spider hit my leg, I felt a surge of intense pain. I picked the stick up again and looked at my leg, upon which there was a large blob of what I assumed to be venom. There was also blood soaking through my jeans. It hurt, and I emphasized my need to get back home to my parents.

As I was telling them to hurry (the pain was increasing!), I felt something weird on my finger, and saw a cricket scratching and biting me. I couldn't shake it off or flick it off, and didn't know what to do!

At that moment, my mom was driving and we had gotten home to our lovely place in Holland, Michigan. Someone was having a soccer practice in our yard (with a bunch of little kids) so mom had to find a different place to park. The bugs we were collecting were supposed to be an exhibition for the soccer kids, so we had to park somewhere where they could come up and look into the van to see the bugs. I could see the mental processes in my mom's head as she decided not to park on top of her pink rosebushes. So we parked next to them and got out.

(now connect this to the last post...)

Many parts of last night's dream are elusive to my memory, but I'll give it a go:

My parents and I were on the shore of a lake, and there were some horses wading in the water a little while down the shore. One saw me and started walking over (I think she remembered me), and I was excited to see her. She kept coming, but she stopped a few feet away from where I could reach. I beckoned her over, so she took a few more steps and quickly sank into the mud, instantly becoming submerged under the water. There was nothing I could do, but I felt really bad.

Then my parents and I went to some odd church service, where the people involved in the service were on what looked like a stage, while we were in elevated seats. The organist was playing, but the organ keyboard was right in front of me. I had some severe temptation to play along on the keyboard, but resisted.

Then the church service turned into some sort of play, and I was supposed to play a part. I didn't do well in my part though, and my dad made a comment like, "I thought you were supposed to be some great comedic hero." He was mocking me sarcastically. I got into a huff and walked out. I walked past Katie and Cliff, who were coming in at the time. Katie wondered why I was huffy, but I ignored her and kept walking.

Apparently this stage thing was in a large house, and as I walked out I saw a large carpet that was a little bit messed up. I decided to fold it nicely so it looked better. As I was trying to do that (and failing) I heard my dad say something to Katie about finding out what's wrong with me.

She came out and kept trying to get me to tell her what was wrong, but I kept quiet.

And then I was walking with Bree from 3rd Noordy in a dark alley. I was looking at different coupons and wondering which would make for good takes to take a certain girl on. Bree took them from me and started rummaging through them, pulling out the ones she didn't like and wouldn't want to go on for a date. We ended up in a scary darker alley, and I thought to myself, "We shouldn't be here so late at night, especially when..."

and my alarm went off.

I dreamt AGAIN last night, but for once, I can't remember it. I guess you should be grateful.

Last night I was in a helicopter on some sort of government type mission that involved video cameras on tall tripods. I don't remember getting anything accomplished, and when we unpacked in a field, the cameras were covered in grime. I think we had taken them to another planet... or something.

I was then riding with my Granny in her Blazer, and we were talking about family issues. The conversation then turned to artsy stuff that we could attend together, and we decided to go to some big art event that night. I wasn't really interested, but wanted to spend time with my Granny. When we got back to her house, my (late) grandfather was there, and talked to me about how great the art event would be. The scene moved to my kitchen back home and my parents and sister were there as well. My sister said something about how the art event might not be that great for me because it involved artists that I didn't know who were before my time. I was still glad to be able to spend time with my Granny, though.

Scene Change: Calvin's campus.

I'm having a hard time making sense of this part, or even accurately remembering it, but I know I had been captured by a giant, who planned to make me into a stew. He took me back to a 3rd floor dorm, put me into bed and fell asleep beside me, mumbling something about how good the stew would be. Obviously, being made into a stew was not on my list of happy future plans, so I snuck out, even though I suspected he knew I was escaping. I left the dorm via the back entrance and ran by BB and KH (two dorms behind my own). More accurately, I tried to run, but felt like I was moving at a crawling pace. There was a clothing store on campus, and I was making my way there. On the way I saw Sara Rip and Zack Hache, who tried to strike up conversation with me. I was just trying to escape from the giant, though. When I got to the clothing store, Zack was proud of me for going there. I wondered why, so I looked in and saw that every piece of clothing had a Canadian flag or a maple leaf on it. Yay Canadian pride! I went in and searched for a place to hide. I went into one of the bathrooms/ changing rooms and locked the door behind me (a stall-type door, the kind that reaches neither to the floor nor to the ceiling.). When I looked around the stall, it had a felt board and a white board in it, because it was also used for sunday school classes. What kind of church would hold sunday school classes in a bathroom stall? I decided that I would check out this on-campus church, but kept my mind on the task at hand: evading the giant who was making his way to the Canadian clothing store at that moment.

Oooooh the suspense! I have to go to class!

Okay, I had to make a list of things from my dream last night so that I didn't forget everything while tkyping. It was insane and multifaceted. At first, some friends and I were on the street, and we just broke into song. I decided to conduct, so I conducted while the others sang, though I think that they somehow had instruments and started to play them. It was a song I didn't know, but somehow did know, if you understand what I mean. We sounded wonderful, and I loved conducting. I felt empowered and useful. At some point I whacked my hand on Remy's bed and woke myself up. Yes, I was conducting in my sleep. Hehe...

Then I was in the jungle. I believe I was on a research internship of sorts. I was in a tent trying to tie or untie or cut my shoelaces, and while I was doing this I saw a beaver walking around outside. I think he was tied to another small creature. I didn't realize how odd it was to see a beaver in the jungle, but i was very excited since I've never seen a beaver in the wild before. Then I saw the person I was working with in the jungle (though it was hot and dry...) and went over to him. He had another assistant whom he kept telling to fill in holes. Don't know why so don't ask. Then things changed a bit, and I think I was the one in charge of the research and investigation. But my dad was there, too. He was carrying three chickens to protect them from my dogs, who were also there (all four of them: Charlie, Shadow, Bear, and Lightning). Dad couldn't hold the chickens very well, and dropped Dixie, and Shadow almost got her. I yelled at my dad, "Why didn't you just f**king ask for help??" and he looked at me angrily. I don't know if he said this or I just knew what his look meant, but he meant to say, "You should have helped without being asked!" I felt bad, but I was angry at him for not asking and endangering the lives of the chickens. My dad also clarified that he was angry at me for the following reason: He had seen the ring on my finger. Why didn't I tell him I got engaged???
I almost lauged. The ring was a gift from female friend, but not an engagement ring. I didn't know how he could think it was an engagement ring when it was just, like, a piece of black wire.

Then I was back in the jungle and older. I had an actual engagement ring (dunno why, it looked like a gold wedding band). I was more watching then participating. I kept wondering what I would do with the ring. I hoped that I didn't just chuck it out the window, since it seemed very expensive and could bring in a lot of money. I knew that the engagement had been broken off, that I had been dumped or something. So, as I watched, I tied the ring to a fishing line (isn't this a scene from the movie Big Fish?) and went fishing in a nasty little jungle pond outside my hut. I felt a tug, and tried to pull it in, but just got a bunch of pond junk. I assumed the ring was still on there and tried fishing again, but got nothing. I pulled my line out and found no ring. I was somewhat upset. :(

Then the scene stayed the same but the characters changed. I think I was a teenage girl, and I had two female friends with me. We went fishing with a long line but no bait. One of the girls went to the other side of the pond and one went right in the middle. After a while we felt a tug and the other two girls ran over to my side of the pond, dragging whatever was attached to our long fishing line with them. We pulled out an Alligator/Crocodile/very large Cayman. We realized that it was either chasing something in the water or it was about to attack the girl who was in the water. How frightening.

Then things changed AGAIN. I was by myself, but still female, and was setting up my camp. Then I had been there for a few weeks, but my view was no longer first person. I was watching the girl, not being her. She was on the phone calling back to the United States talking to the guy who HAD been leading the research efforts before her who had left her in charge. As my view zoomed out, she was putting large glasses around her feet to catch all the blood that was dripping down her legs... Apparently she had forgotten to bring any feminine hygeine products with her. Yeah, how... gross. Sorry about not putting in a filter, but this is my dream. Pure, unedited, uncut. The parents were going to come visit or something, and she needed them to bring some hygeine products with them.

Then she and a friend were putting a plastic fitted sheet on her bed so that she wouldn't stain anything and they went to bed.

Blah blah scene change! Last scene, I promise.

I went back to High School and was in a gym class. The teacher was having us rollerskate/blade, even though none of us had skates or blades. We were just supposed to make movements like we were doing so. One person did have rollerskates, and that was Kim from theatre company. (I really don't know why she comes up in my dreams so much) The game was that we were supposed to all "rollerblade" to one of the 6 basketball hoops around the gym (each was given a letter A-F) and do...something. I wasn't very clear on the directions. I also never heard her yell out "A," so I was wandering around the gym waiting for instructions while all the others were at basket A. Then she would yell out a command and we were supposed to fall on the floor and stop moving. I did that pretty well. I knew that kim had stopped when the command came, but the teacher said she was "out" anyway. Then the teacher said she had to leave the room for a bit, and I assume she was just trying to trick us into moving so she could call us out. I then had a vision of her being angry about some relationship between her daughter and Kim, and realized thet THAT was the reason she had called Kim out. She had some sort of personal vendetta against her. The teacher wasn't trying to get any of us out; I think she went to her office to get a hard drink. Then the game changed, but I just started spinning on one foot like a figure skater or something. I kept going and going and going, and had my eyes closed to keep from getting too dizzy. As I did that, the rest of the class was supposed to do 5 or 10 pushups or something and then the first one done would get a prize. When I stopped spinning, I looked and saw that none of the high school weaklings could do pushups. I knew that I could, so I went over and assumed the position. But because of my dizziness, I couldn't do more than three. I was very frustrated! But that, i think, is the end of the dream. I even missed breakfast :( .

In case you were wondering, this is the list I wrote before I typed out the whole dream so I wouldn't forget any of the important stuff that happened (if you can call any of it important in any way):

conducting
jungle
dad and chickens
ring
fishing
alligator and friends
setting up camp
female bleeding
in gym
pretend to roller blade, unlike all others, superiority
kim also skates
teacher problems, friend's mother
twirl on one foot forever
have to do pushups, too dizzy

I think I also dreamt last night that while I was playing Xbox, I received a call from my internship to set up a drug screen. But... but... I was too infatuated with my game to take the time to talk! I picked up the phone, and when the lady on the other end asked for Jesse, I asked her to hold. Then... (this is the part that's confusing) I went and got myself... yeah, weird. So then I picked up the phone, but said that I couldn't talk because I was busy. *shakes head at self* I hope this doesn't say anything about my priorities...

Last night's dream was solely influenced by the game I've been playing on Xbox: Azurik.

I was fighting... and fighting... and fighting. I had to decide between different paths to take and was worried I was going to take the wrong one. I think one part had something to do with strawberry sauce... and another had to do with me doing some sort of boss battle. I was in a room shaped like a ring, with a column in the centre. I kept running around the ring to get behind my enemy. There were four I had to defeat I think, but they were all fat old ladies who were generally weak. When I got to the fourth one, she kept begging me to hit her. I knew I shouldn't because she would turn into something more horrible and dangerous, but had to acquiesce. I hit her, she changed into a strong man, and she went into the bathroom to get ready for our battle. I stood hiding outside the bathroom door, ready to get the first sneaky strike as soon as the door opened. Then I had an idea to protect myself if the battle got bad, and ran around the ring to pick up a bottle of hairspray (for spraying into my attackers eyes if I couldn't get away). I was going to get some slippery gel, but decided that the hairspray would be more effective, since the gel would let me get away but the hairspray would help me to do damage. dream end. sun rise.

(somewhat inspired by the book I'm reading: Stone of Tears)

I was in a cubic cement room with a small rectangular window at the very top of the wall across from the door. The room began to fill rapidly with water, and I was soon in over my head. Once again, I have the joy of a breathing-under-water dream (my favorite!). I learned to swim well in the water, and an attractive woman in her 20s came in and joined me. She was meant to be my teacher. She began teaching me how to swim well under water; we kept having to come to the surface to talk until I realized we could speak well underneath the water's surface. She taught me many things about my gift of swimming; I followed her around and was delighted when I saw her turn a spigot to release some air to breathe. I kept trying to do the same thing, but couldn't get it right. I kept breathing water. The most exciting thing she taught me was how to do a jet boost, or something like that. When she told me about it, I kept looking for a button to press on my suit, but she told me it was ME that did the boost, not the suit. She taught me how to bring my arms back as far as I could and then thrust them forward to turn on my jet boost. It was amazing! When we finished the lesson, we went outside the room and I saw one of those small black dome security cameras in the ceiling, and realized I was being watched the whole time. I did not like that idea.

So I get confused every once in a while...

First, there was a war, and apparently it was being fought on nearby ground. I walked through the woods with a few other guys (I think guys from school, but I"m not sure), getting many cobwebs all over me. We got to our headquarters type building, but it was already being overrun by the enemy. I had a small pistol and a large knife to use, but I kept attacking the wrong people. Everone I shot or stabbed was on my side, and I started feeling really bad about that. The only specific person I remember attacking was Courtney Busch, who I stabbed in the back. Yeah, she was confused by that. She asked me why I stabbed her, but she wasn't really upset, and she also wasn't hurt. Then... something about walking back from the fighting front...

Then I was in my high school, taking my college courses. I went into my chem class for which we had a substitute teacher. There were many people from my high school in my college chem class. There was also a shower in the room, so I decided to take a shower. I remember taking off my shoes and stuff, and getting in the shower while everyone else asked questions about the homework. I finished, they finished, etc. and we all walked out of the class. I suddenly became confused about my schedule and couldn't for the life of me remember what.... to be cont'd.

Dreamt about going to an amusement park with Sue Batchelder from high school. Whe we were in the parking lot, we saw her brother Jed, and he said something about not smoking. It was pretty late, and I didn't know why we had spent the money to get into the amusement park when we'd only have enough time for a few rides. We decided to get pizza, and the guy at the cash register plyed a keyboard to keep us occupied while he tallied up our order. He wasn't very good :( . Not much more comes back to me about that dream, but when I woke up to my alarm, I thought something like, "We should have a new holiday called 'Razor Blade day' for kids." Yeah, confused much.

There were multiple dreams last night, instigated by my many wakings and re-sleepings this morning. I can only remember one sequence:

Steff came over to spend the night because she was leaving to go far away the next day. My (non-existent) little brother came over as well, and as I walked through my house in the middle of the night I couldn't figure out where he was sleeping. I decided to take a bath, but at this point I was Chucky from the Nickelodeon show "Rugrats." Steff was already in the tub, but she was Tommy from the same show. We took a bath together and talked about stuff, and she/he asked me if I could keep from peeing in the tub. I said something about how I couldn't tell when I peed yet, cuz I was too young, so I couldn't really promise anything. In fact, I was pretty sure I would pee in the tub. She/he decided not to care. I got out to get a towel and clothes ready for when we finished, and I saw through the window Steff's mom pulling into our driveway. She saw me and waved as she continued to park. I didn't want Steff to leave yet, but she had already gotten out of the tub when I got back. I had to finish bathing, so I washed my hair (I can still feel the lather on my head...) and rinsed under the spout. I then found some conditioner and used that. I remembered someone saying (I think it was Erika, but I don't think that makes sense) that I should just put the conditioner in and rinse right away, not to leave it in my hair for very long. So I rinsed right away, but had a hard time getting the conditioner out of my hair. When I did and dried and such, I walked out into my living room and saw my dad showing Steff's mom around the house. I think Steff and I went downstairs for breakfast or something. But then we were coming out of my dorm room (not the house) and she was saying something about Billy (either a Billy from high school or Billy from the power rangers). I actually saw Billy Bently from my HS playing guitar or keyboard or something with two other guys from my high school. We walked past them and steff disappeared. I wasn't myself any longer, but I was someone in the military who was searching for me (once again, probably Bourne Identity inspired. I was writing numbers on clothing that had been worn by the me I was tracking, and was having a hard time coming up with the right number for a hat, so I kept asking my superior officer questions. That's all, I think.


Oh, and from one of the previous dreams, I remember standing out by the bridge in my back yard with my sister and looking upon my house, which had some sort of foam all over it. My sister asked me the question, "Would you go back into the house if it were on fire?" Apparently the foam was representative of some sort of fire drill.

oh yeah, I also dreamt that I lost control and ate tons and tons and TONS of candy, thereby breaking lent.

Last night's dream may have had some connection to Bourne Identity :

I was driving on business 422 back home, but it was somewhat different (as all things are in dreams). The road lead us past a dark alley, and a male passenger in my car commented on the "shady lane." We drove behind the movie theatre as it began to snow heavily outside. I knew we had to meet some people, and said so to Kelly Urness, who was my only passenger while behind the theatre. She said we had to wait for Caleb because he was supposed to meet us. I stressed that we couldn't wait any longer lest we be found, so I was forced to drive off. We came out of the parking lot, and the car was gone and we were walking in the snow. It wasn't just me and kelly, but other people from college as well. There was a deep track in the snow, which came almost up to my head. We were following the track, and climbing out where the track ended. There was a large helicopter nearby, and some of us were getting in. I had a really hard time getting out of the snow track, and needed help from two girls who pulled me out. Something didn't seem quite right about the helicopter that was being boarded, and I tried to convince my colleagues to get out and get away from it. They didn't listen, though, and the door to the helicopter closed. As soon as it did, they knew they were in trouble and started banging on the windows trying to get out. The helicopter flew away, and the rest of us were suddenly in another large copter chasing it. A door in the rear right of the helicopter was open, and I stood by it looking for the helicopter that had stolen my friends. I saw another plane, which came very close to us. When it was close enough for me to see the faces of the pilot and co-pilot, I saw that Lizzie McGuire was the co-pilot, and the pilot was some sort of demon. That's the end of that dream. *shrug*

There was another dream at some point where I was fighting with someone in an arena, but I couldn't move very quickly at all, and my muscles were very weak. I knew I had to keep fighting to strengthen my muscles and get faster.

A week ago or so I dreamt that the board I broke on the sundeck was no longer broken. That's all I remember from the dream, though...

Hmm... dreams...

On the retreat last night:

I dreamt there was a ghost hovering over Mark Geyser, an evil spirit ready to consume him. I was scared.
Then I swore there was a black cat jumping from dresser to dresser and walking all over the beds in our cabin.
I also had various times when I was half awayk and half dreaming, and horrible things were happening, though I don't remember any of them specifically. I just wanted to open my eyes to prove that it wasn't true, but couldn't.
There was also a dream about trying to keep someone out of a house, and protecting some girl by doing so. The person trying to get in was also female, but knife-weilding. This part may have been inspired by the Fox and the Hound - ask me how.


In the past weeks, I've had some other weird dreams, though I think they're slipping from memory.

I remember one in which Charlie, my puppy, starred. I was with my sister in a dusty plain in a parking lot near a church. We were listening to music together in a car, and then I left. I walked over to my truck (i don't have a truck...) and opened the door. Charlie jumped in the front seat. I started driving into a more populated area, and had to stop at a gas station for some reason. When I got there, Charlie was in the bed of the truck. I miss him :( .

Trithematic dream last night: Space and Knights and Pirates, oh my.

First, Space.

There was a shuttle launch planned from my backyard in Birdsboro, Pennsylvania (isn't that where ALL shuttles are launched from?), and I was one of the three intended passengers. The other two were women, one very responsible and the other slightly more blonde. The blonde and I were both late, but I was late because I was taking care of a young black boy who didn't want me to leave. I told him I had to go and we went over the closed space ship (which was small enough to fit in my dorm room). He stood next to it, and a beam came out of the side and teleported him into it. Then the blonde girl showed up and the same happened for her. I wasn't being beamed in because all three spaces were full, but then the kid was beamed back out, and I was beamed in. We were packed pretty tightly in the ship in three separate compartments, and as it lifted off one of us said something about having to throw up. Soon, we were at the distant planet that we were meant to explore (no, not Mars. It was most likely in the galaxy I heard about on NPR last night that was found by the Hubble). It was pretty crazy and dark, and we had to use suction cups to get around. I was attacked by a humanoid alien and threw him into space, consequently being yelled at by the responsible female for messing with the inhabitants. Hey, it wasn't my fault, it attacked me! The scene shifted, but was still on the planet. We were suddenly in a very developed area of the planet with large crystal palaces and a beautiful glassy river flowing by the side of the building I was on (I was on a balcony overlooking the river.). I looked into the river, and some creature with a head as large as a car looked at me. I waved, and it did the sign language for the word "dislike" from it's face instead of it's chest. This was apparently the greeting on that planet. There were some other fellow astronauts on that building, and one had been lost there long ago. We walked in and everyone but me stood on a blue mat, which quickly grew to engulf them up to their heads. I knew it was a trap, so I ducked so as not to be seen. The lost astronaut came out, triumphant and furious at the same time. He was pissed at the space program for leaving him stranded, and was planning to take his revenge by killing us. He had not seen me, but revealed his whole freakin life history to the other astronauts as I snuck around the blue, tent-like prison in which my fellow space travellers were held. I lunged at the maniac, but he shoved me off and took out his gun. It looked like a nerf gun, with a yellow dart on the front. He explained that the dart would kill anyone instantly if hit. He pointed it at my chest and the astronauts gasped. He went into another boring monologue, and I knocked the gun out of his hand and wrestled with him for a bit. We fell onto a couch where the dart had landed, and the gun had gone skittering across the floor. After wrestling w/ him a bit, I grabbed the dart from the couch and jumped of him to the gun, upon which I fitted the dart. I pointed it at him, and an odd, quizzical expression came upon his face. I shot him in the chest, and his face scrunched up and he keeled over. I freed my friends after my victory. I then ran out onto the balcony and jumped off, falling 7 or 8 stories down into the river, where a ship was waiting. I climbed into the ship and went to my cabin. I checked in my desk drawer and found a lock box, which I promptly opened (the lock box was undoubtedly inspired by my lockbox in my room to which I've lost the key). There was a $1000 bill in the box, which I pocketed, realizing that I should have put that in my savings so that it could collect interest. I was worried there would be a mutiny on the ship and they would steal my $1000!

Theme shift! "Mmmm... Pirates!"

So I was on the ship with few other people, and we were sure that we were being pursued by a viscous gang of pirates as we sailed away from the land. When we looked back, though, the "pirate" ship was still docked, and we were confused. I volunteered to swim over to find out what had happened. As I neared the ship and climbed aboard, I notice there were no passengers, but when I jumped back into the water, I saw a dark path in the water. Looking under the surface, I saw many sailors swimming stealthily towards the boat, and knew I was in trouble for having seen them. They weren't pirates, but needed secrecy nonetheless. A representative of theirs came over and tried to knife me, but I somehow got him back to our ship and explained everything to him and promised I wouldn't be a problem.

Theme shift 2! "Valiance and the horror slide..."

Now I'm a knight, but a not very good one. I've had few battles, but knew I was destined for some great quest. I somehow received a hint that I needed to get over to an island revered for making good knights, and followed the tip. From the place where I was, I had to take a secret passage to the island. I went into a secret door, and began to slide down a long slide with many bad haunted house effects. After going through a mirror (well, actually, it was supposed to be like I went "through" it into a different dimension or something, but due to cheap effects, it opened up and I went behind it to the castle) I went into the basement of the castle and found hints about who had killed someone-or-other and a beautiful set of armor (probably mythril ;) ). There was one other chest I had to open, but I heard people moving about upstairs. I knew they would be coming down soon, and then I knew it would be my dad who came down. I ran around turning off all the lights except for one by a chair and grabbed a book. If he came down and wondered what I was doing, I could say I was just reading in the basement, though I knew he would yell at me because there wasn't enough light to read by, and it was bad for my eyes. I went down another level, and came to our kitchen, where my mom was standing and drinking coffee.

Uhm, yeah, that's the end. Great, huh? :)

The dream of most recentness is one of much psychosity. The dream began with a game, I believe. A game involving 4 to 6 people in completely darkness outside in a park. The goal of the game was to grab a scarf from one area and bring it back to your "home tree" to get points. The catch was that you weren't allowed to touch anybody else when you had the scarf or you had to take it back to where it was. Pretty weird, and dark.

After that dream came another phase, a much more serious phase that's almost movie worthy (I want to be a writer or director or something!). I dreamt that I was with my family in the rainforest on a raft ride on a river with many trees growing in the middle of it. The exotic part of my dream at this point was that we could all turn into different types of birds. I don't remember what my parents could turn into (my sister wasn't there) but I could turn into an owl, and I kept changing into an owl and flying to a tree branch and then back to the raft. We eventually came into a tunnel, though, and the current slowed. The inside of the tunnel was developed into some sort of temple or something, with large blocks placed intermittently in the river to keep the current slow. I had turned into an owl and flown over to a block when the raft was stopped by a native, who began to get very angry at my parents. I changed back into human form and was swimming in the water watching the proceedings, helpless to do anything to stop them. My parents didn't know what they had done wrong, and the native kept getting more and more angry. At the climax of his anger, he took out a blow gun and shot my dad in the head, but the blow gun had the force of a shotgun and... well, made a mess. I, as was to be expected, was kinda upset. Well, really upset. But I couldn't do anything.

Then the dream shifted, in a way. I floated farther down the tunnel, and came to a huge, developed, futuristic metropolis which was apparently being protected from discovery by the the native and the front of the temple. The ceiling seemed like it was a mile high, and everywhere I looked the architecture was made of stainless steel. There were many security guards, which I snuck past. I realized that I had been trapped in the metropolis and had no way of getting out. I eventually snuck past some security guards and took a long flight of stairs to an upper level, where I found a dark maze with small glowing children going in and out of all the tunnels. I'm somewhat sure that they were meant to lead me astray and get me lost in the dark tunnels to die. But I passed them and eventually came to what seemed to be an exit, guarded by more security guards. They spotted me and began to chase me in the other direction. I slid down the flat metal banister of the stairs I had taken before and began running the way I had come. I saw two more security guards who were listening to their walkie-talkies and looked at me knowingly. I planned to jump through or over them (quite sure of my ability to jump superhumanly, semi-matrix style), but was then confronted by more security guards. I was sure I coundn't get past all of them, so I gave up and stood still.

That dream ended.

Then I dreamt I was riding in my Granny's car and we were going to my house, but there were many cars blocking the road and parked in our driveway. I had to help my Granny park her car, since I was more experienced in my driveway than she. That dream ended, too. The End. hehe.