I know I had a few dreams during this time, but, again, I don't remember/didn't write down any notes for them because I am a lazy bum and needed my sleep. Sorry, but not sorry.
(I hope you Canadians had a wonderful Thanksgiving too though!)
Tuesday 15 October 2013
October 10-11, 2013.
Three dreams:
1. Filming for something: a bunch of amateur skydivers but in different formations than the usual suspects. At the end, a really cute guy and I talked and hung out.
2. Jeremy Howard (Terrence from "Sydney White") held some kind of Hogwarts themed ceremony, except members of the council all had specific titles (ie. Master of the nature realm). Many different nationalities. This ceremony was filmed by youtube.com/devinsupertramp.
3. Nathan Sykes from The Wanted "killed." He faked his own death and hid out in a lair he had built a long time ago. [My notes are really small and loopy and dragged out, it's hard to explain, so I can't read what it says next, except for 'because running from people'...whatever that means. Maybe Sykes was just tired of being around people, so he just wanted to not be in the limelight anymore? It's possible. It's also a dream. So possible.]
1. Filming for something: a bunch of amateur skydivers but in different formations than the usual suspects. At the end, a really cute guy and I talked and hung out.
2. Jeremy Howard (Terrence from "Sydney White") held some kind of Hogwarts themed ceremony, except members of the council all had specific titles (ie. Master of the nature realm). Many different nationalities. This ceremony was filmed by youtube.com/devinsupertramp.
3. Nathan Sykes from The Wanted "killed." He faked his own death and hid out in a lair he had built a long time ago. [My notes are really small and loopy and dragged out, it's hard to explain, so I can't read what it says next, except for 'because running from people'...whatever that means. Maybe Sykes was just tired of being around people, so he just wanted to not be in the limelight anymore? It's possible. It's also a dream. So possible.]
October 8-9, 2013
The only part I remember, and want to remember, is that a past crush of mine, Thomas, and I were finishing puzzles together, in the camp dining hall. He was really good at them. One puzzle was a thermal image of the world, with odd shaped pieces; the other puzzle was a field of red flowers, with the normal puzzle-shaped pieces. Thomas kept staring at me like I would disappear, while I was figuring out where to put the pieces. I couldn't ever meet his look for longer than a second. Even though he tried to force a couple pieces into spaces, he was really good at completing them. I would walk over when he did that and took the piece from him, and then he'd look at me. We didn't really work on the same puzzle; it's like we couldn't be around each other because of the tension.
October 3-4, 2013
I was "reporting" to a parent figure about what their kids had done, fight-wise. There were 4 children (girl, boy, girl, girl: oldest to youngest), each fighting [and I mean wrestling/martial art-ing/fist-fighting] 1-on-1 except for the eldest girl (she took on 6 after she went on a rage). The parent figure wanted the boy to tell him/her what happened, though, but he was speechless (something to do with the parent's voice, like he hadn't heart it before or he was just intimidated). The parent was impressed with me, but I don't remember what happened before or after the brawl.
I remember the feeling of thinking the parent was proud of his/her kids though. Like the fighting was supposed to have happened.
I remember the feeling of thinking the parent was proud of his/her kids though. Like the fighting was supposed to have happened.
September 27-28, 2013
I had a couple of dreams this night (I was at a friend's birthday party/sleepover), but I couldn't remember what they were about.
September 26-27, 2013
I'm in redneck county, with a Chinatown running through the county. The Heighs (camp director and family) are also in the county [with me or not, I forgot]. There's a war going on: the sheriff is bonkers and out to get a kid who is rebellious, and she blames him for all the weird stuff going on in the county. The sheriff is eventually caught and sedated, and I have dinner at the Heigh house. Meghan, one of the daughters, gets her finger grazed by a bullet while we're playing outside, and she becomes the little drama queen she is when that happened. I take her inside to patch her up when the Heighs and their friends (mostly Asian for some reason) come in. I go off to take a shower; my room is like the locker room at my university.
September 24-25, 2012
I was with Cimorelli, another male YouTuber, and camp people. Cimorelli was making a movie (just Christina, Lisa, and Amy though. (Dani was around the set but not in the movie). We were in a dance studio-like place, rehearsing. It was either Lisa or Christina but she was styling people, Facebook game Mall World style. [I'm not sure where this is coming from but] Camp people are having a balloon fight, and I get a water balloon and hit the facilities' manager, Ken, which is a big mistake. Someone else gets ex-program director, Leah, and she's not amused. Ken and Leah were having a meeting with a few other board members or something. I try and get away from the scene, but ex-cabin leader Dave grabs me so I get what I deserve: a bucket full of water dumped on my head by Ken.
September 22-23, 2013.
My friend, Lisa, and I were going to Quebec together, to some kind of government building (for either a job, school transfer, or something else). On the plane to go to Quebec, we sat in different seats: she was closer the front, and I was in the very back, aisle seat. As soon as we neared the Montreal airport, everyone was keen to get off: the seat belt sign was still on after we landed but everyone undid their seat belts and stood up to get their overhead luggage. Flight attendants were freaking out because everyone was standing, and they made their way down the aisle frantically and slowly to shout at everyone to stay in their seats. When one of the flight attendants got to me, to check if anyone was in the bathroom, she applauded me by being the only one still in my seat. I smiled at her when she said that; I'm not an idiot (most of the time). I finally got off the plane, through the middle emergency exit (since everyone wanted to get off ASAP), and found Lisa waiting at the entrance into the airport, which looked a lot like the Long Beach airport. We walked in step to the bathroom, before going to the hotel.
And then I woke up. I'm pretty sure something happened before the whole flight, but, as always, I forgot.
And then I woke up. I'm pretty sure something happened before the whole flight, but, as always, I forgot.
September 6-7, 2013
So, this dream happened before the last two posts I made, but I forgot about the post I made in my phone. Here it is.
I slept over at a friend's house this night, and I had two dreams.
1. I know this girl named Promi, except the girl in the dream was named Promi but it wasn't the girl I know. I don't remember anything else about the dream except that it involved this girl.
2. And then I don't remember anything about the second dream.
Fun stuff.
I slept over at a friend's house this night, and I had two dreams.
1. I know this girl named Promi, except the girl in the dream was named Promi but it wasn't the girl I know. I don't remember anything else about the dream except that it involved this girl.
2. And then I don't remember anything about the second dream.
Fun stuff.
Sunday 22 September 2013
September 13-14, 2013
I had two dreams:
1) I was with Joe Bereta, from baratsandbereta and SourceFed on YouTube, for the entire dream, I believe. But I don't remember what happened. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and thinking that was cool.
and
2) For some reason, my dog, Tori, followed me to school, and I let her. She came on the bus like it wasn't a problem, and she followed me throughout the campus to the classes I needed to go to. And then, for another weird reason, every one around me didn't question my dog. They just said that she was cute. I thought it was cool, because my dog would not follow me around like that otherwise. I also wouldn't let her.
1) I was with Joe Bereta, from baratsandbereta and SourceFed on YouTube, for the entire dream, I believe. But I don't remember what happened. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and thinking that was cool.
and
2) For some reason, my dog, Tori, followed me to school, and I let her. She came on the bus like it wasn't a problem, and she followed me throughout the campus to the classes I needed to go to. And then, for another weird reason, every one around me didn't question my dog. They just said that she was cute. I thought it was cool, because my dog would not follow me around like that otherwise. I also wouldn't let her.
September 9-10, 2013
I started re-watching the TV show Criminal Minds from the beginning again these past couple weeks, on September 9th. That night, I had a Criminal Minds-episode-like dream, and it was pretty cool. I don't remember what happened in it, but I remember seeing the team's faces.
Wednesday 4 September 2013
August 30-31, 2013
I lost my retainer on the night of the 30th.
I dreamed that my family pretended to be worried for me about losing my retainer because later on in the night, they gave it back to me after they thought I had stressed out enough about it.
I had this dream in the pitch black, middle of the night, and I woke up then too. All I thought of was that it was weird and kinda stupid: why would they do that to me??
I dreamed that my family pretended to be worried for me about losing my retainer because later on in the night, they gave it back to me after they thought I had stressed out enough about it.
I had this dream in the pitch black, middle of the night, and I woke up then too. All I thought of was that it was weird and kinda stupid: why would they do that to me??
August 29-30, 2013
This is when my family and I were doing a road trip down to Los Angeles.
I was in downtown Los Angeles, doing the road trip by myself but with the same amount of stuff we had in the car. I parked the car on the street, at night, and I needed to throw out the garbage and do one other thing/errand, close by the car. For some reason, I thought leaving the car keys in the car and leaving the car unlocked was a good idea, although, in the back of my mind, I knew someone was going to steal it. Did the chores, walked back to the car, and chuckled to myself when I was that the car was gone.
I was in downtown Los Angeles, doing the road trip by myself but with the same amount of stuff we had in the car. I parked the car on the street, at night, and I needed to throw out the garbage and do one other thing/errand, close by the car. For some reason, I thought leaving the car keys in the car and leaving the car unlocked was a good idea, although, in the back of my mind, I knew someone was going to steal it. Did the chores, walked back to the car, and chuckled to myself when I was that the car was gone.
August 19-20, 2013
(This is what is actually written in the notes) My sister and I were living alone? In the US? Lil town.
Yup. I am so eloquent.
I was part of a study that was happening at a school. (Not sure if this is the school where we moved to (Lil Town, US) but it's not that important.) There were six people and three beds, so two people were on each bed, lying down. The study was being conducted by a French person, a man, who later on turned into a woman. I can't remember what the study was about, but it was weird: at the end of the time period, we had to touch our own uvulas.
(NOW this has to do with the town we moved to.) We were walking around, getting used to the streets and the stores and the people. For some reason, Faith wanted to have beers at every bar in town.
And that's it.
Yup. I am so eloquent.
I was part of a study that was happening at a school. (Not sure if this is the school where we moved to (Lil Town, US) but it's not that important.) There were six people and three beds, so two people were on each bed, lying down. The study was being conducted by a French person, a man, who later on turned into a woman. I can't remember what the study was about, but it was weird: at the end of the time period, we had to touch our own uvulas.
(NOW this has to do with the town we moved to.) We were walking around, getting used to the streets and the stores and the people. For some reason, Faith wanted to have beers at every bar in town.
And that's it.
August 17-18, 2013.
I was anxious, in the dream and IRL.
Couldn't make a flight to somewhere because the picture/photocopy (I don't remember which one) I had taken of my license didn't include my birth date (which is placed at the bottom of my driver's license, in this dream, and got cut off when I was making the copy). I also apparently lived in an apartment with a bunch of interesting characters, but this fact is out of nowhere in my dream notes and I don't talk about it anywhere else in my notes. So, stuff happened in the middle, but this is what I happened at the end and what I wrote down: my mom, my sister, and I drove to the airport, and my mom parked in a sketchy area where we didn't have to pay anything. We then walked over to the airport. Once there, we checked in to our flight and got our boarding passes.
I'm obviously missing a bunch of stuff in the middle, like did I get a new picture/photocopy of my license? Who were these people I was living with? Stuff happened when we were parking the car too, I'm sure, but I have no idea what happened. Yay for unfinished notes/spotty memories!
Couldn't make a flight to somewhere because the picture/photocopy (I don't remember which one) I had taken of my license didn't include my birth date (which is placed at the bottom of my driver's license, in this dream, and got cut off when I was making the copy). I also apparently lived in an apartment with a bunch of interesting characters, but this fact is out of nowhere in my dream notes and I don't talk about it anywhere else in my notes. So, stuff happened in the middle, but this is what I happened at the end and what I wrote down: my mom, my sister, and I drove to the airport, and my mom parked in a sketchy area where we didn't have to pay anything. We then walked over to the airport. Once there, we checked in to our flight and got our boarding passes.
I'm obviously missing a bunch of stuff in the middle, like did I get a new picture/photocopy of my license? Who were these people I was living with? Stuff happened when we were parking the car too, I'm sure, but I have no idea what happened. Yay for unfinished notes/spotty memories!
August 16-17, 2013
In this dream, I had daily meetings with the Holy Trinity of YouTube: Grace Helbig aka dailygrace, Mamrie Hart aka youdeserveadrink and mametown, and Hannah Hart aka myharto. It was cool, but weird (this is my thought after I woke up): why was I having meetings with them? And they weren't even meetings, really! They were just hang outs, but in a conference room. Like, what even? Anyway, in the dream, they were really funny and down to earth. I kept forgetting to bring my VidCon letters for them, but kept saying in my head that I would see them tomorrow. And then I woke up. Ergh. I wish I could've finally given them those letters. They're sitting in my room, right now, as I type this. They're not staring me in the face, but it's close enough.
August 15-16, 2013
I don't remember the beginning part of my dream, how I got on the SkyTrain (the name of the train system in the Lower Mainland, in BC. Look at that, I'm letting you guys in on whereabouts I live *notreally*), but I do remember that I was supposed to meet a friend or two on the SkyTrain and I couldn't find them. So, I just sat down in a seat on the train, waiting to get to my destination, texting my friend(s) that I would be at the station we needed to get off at. While I was sitting there, though, Zac Efron came over and sat on the opposite side of the train from me, facing the other direction. Some girls came up to him, asking for a picture, but they couldn't remember his name. I couldn't believe that they were making fools of themselves, so I said his name. He didn't really react to their not knowing or my knowing, so whatever. Zac left the train, and then Ashley Tisdale was there, basically sitting in the spot that Zac had just been in. The same thing happened to her to: a couple of other girls came up to her to take a picture but they couldn't remember their names. So I said her name, in a hushed, disbelieving/sarcastic tone of voice. Ashley looked over in my direction, and thanked me with a small smile, and I smiled back.
August 13-14, 2013
The dream had to do with camp...Current staff (from 2012) mixed with YouTubers like Dan from danisnotonfire. I think this was Staff Training, but I'm not entirely sure. The cabins were attached length-wise, like one giant hall, but each section still had their doors. This "great hall" was also coed. It was night time in my dream, and I was going to wash up and sleep when Dan asked me to watch a movie with him. Like in real life, I said yes. I quickly went to wash up (which, in this case, was just brush my teeth) and then went to find him. He told me before that I was to meet him somewhere other than where we were sleeping, but I forgot in the dream and walked through the cabins. Eventually, I called his name and found him. Rachel, one of the other cabin leaders, was close to the door, in a bunk, when I entered. I asked her what she was doing there and she replied that it was quieter here. As I made my way over to Dan, who was setting up a bed for us to watch the movie on, the dream switched to the city (still about camp though).
There was line of campers and I made up the back of the line, making sure everyone was in front of me and safe. I was talking to a boy named Michael while I was surveying everything. The line moved quickly to get into a building, and once I caught up to the rest of the group entering a building (some kind of attraction like a museum) and I entered the building for myself, the situation changed, like we were in a government building.
There were a lot of cute guys inside, being helped by people on the other side of the kiosks. (Those people might have also been attractive guys as well, but I don't remember. I'm writing this dream in September...) I was there to hand in a form to be hired somewhere, and I didn't have any campers or anyone else to do with camp there with me anymore. My sister was with me, and I had picked up the number 42, to be helped. I was distracted when our number was called, by the big chairs (like, long seats and long backs, and since my legs are short, they didn't bend at the knee at the edge of the chair) and by a guy who was teasing me for it (teasing my height, more specifically, and the fact that I couldn't touch the floor with my toes. Anyway, numbers were being called fast and before we finished flirting, I had realized my number was up a while ago. I went up to a kiosk and said with a smile that the kiosk that called my number was far away from where I was waiting, so I couldn't get there in time.
There was line of campers and I made up the back of the line, making sure everyone was in front of me and safe. I was talking to a boy named Michael while I was surveying everything. The line moved quickly to get into a building, and once I caught up to the rest of the group entering a building (some kind of attraction like a museum) and I entered the building for myself, the situation changed, like we were in a government building.
There were a lot of cute guys inside, being helped by people on the other side of the kiosks. (Those people might have also been attractive guys as well, but I don't remember. I'm writing this dream in September...) I was there to hand in a form to be hired somewhere, and I didn't have any campers or anyone else to do with camp there with me anymore. My sister was with me, and I had picked up the number 42, to be helped. I was distracted when our number was called, by the big chairs (like, long seats and long backs, and since my legs are short, they didn't bend at the knee at the edge of the chair) and by a guy who was teasing me for it (teasing my height, more specifically, and the fact that I couldn't touch the floor with my toes. Anyway, numbers were being called fast and before we finished flirting, I had realized my number was up a while ago. I went up to a kiosk and said with a smile that the kiosk that called my number was far away from where I was waiting, so I couldn't get there in time.
Wednesday 24 July 2013
I'm Sorry Guys
I haven't been dreaming, therefore no posts :(
Or I have and I didn't remember the next morning.
I think the last time I had a dream and wanted to write about it was from July 21-22, but I went back to sleep. The time before that was the weekend I went to go visit camp people (the actual dream happened July 12-13), and I remembered that it was cool and I wanted to tell people in the morning, but I didn't.
And that's all the news I have for you.
I hope I'll have a dream for you guys soon. Maybe because it's been so warm my brain is on holiday?
Wednesday 26 June 2013
June 25-26, 2013
I was at in a field at a water park (something like Splashdown in BC), with a bunch of old classmates and current friends. We were doing relay races: girls all together in one group, one boys group containing HBBC staff, and another boys group containing old Moscrop Secondary acquaintances. The Moscrop guys kept winning, and showing off: they were the only ones actually doing the relays. The other guys group just did their own thing, having fun. Eventually us girls got frustrated with the relays, so we went and joined the HBBC guys with whatever they were doing. I think the Moscrop gents didn't like being ignored by the opposite sex so they joined everyone else too. Anyway, the HBBC guys were doing team building games, but the person who lost the game had to be punished. For example, when us girls joined in and saw what was going on, one of the guys, Mixon, had to backflip into a bucket full of water. I'm not sure how this was supposed to be a punishment, but it was. As he was prepping to do the flip, I took the bucket out from under him. Mixon didn't notice, but everyone else did and started yelling at me to put it back. I waited until the very last second, as Mixon jumped off the ground, to put the bucket back. He ended up missing, and everyone booed. I wanted to take the bucket of water and splash it on him, and as I was reaching for it, I decided not to. A guy, I forgot who, asked me why I didn't do it, and I cheekily smiled at him and said that I didn't have good aim. This instance of taking the bucket out from under my friend was one of the many things I did to draw attention to myself...I don't think I was doing it on purpose, but it kept happening, and I liked it, having a bunch of guys look my way. It's a good ego booster ;) At a certain point, a couple of the guys were teasing me. It started out ok (I knew they were flirting), but then it got out of hand, a little boring and annoying, so I walked over to another friend, Darian, to get away from them. Needless to say, I didn't get away. Darian realized I was trying to get attention, so he started to act weirder than normal while everyone watched. I got extremely pissed from the two guys prior and then Darian, so I walked to the farmer's market that was closer to the entrance, but inside, the water park. As soon as I got there, I noticed some really nice apples, and all different kinds too, and I think I was about to buy some.
All of a sudden, I found myself sitting in the staff lounge at Hope Bay when Travis, the new program director, saw the apples in my lap and asked me what kind I had bought. I heard someone reply (it was either me or another friend, Derek), "My hopes and dreams."
All of a sudden, I found myself sitting in the staff lounge at Hope Bay when Travis, the new program director, saw the apples in my lap and asked me what kind I had bought. I heard someone reply (it was either me or another friend, Derek), "My hopes and dreams."
June 24-25, 2013
I was visiting camp, when all the staff were there for the summer, probably Staff Training. Then, it cut to a reality TV show with fellow HBBC staff people that took place in my house/room. My room was enlarged, creating space for multiple beds. I'd also like to mention that my room was coed, apparently, since the guys and gals were sleeping in the same room. Which is weird, because we're Christian, and I don't think we'd be ok with sleeping in the same room, let alone the same house.
Yes, we're those kinds of people ;)
Yes, we're those kinds of people ;)
June 19-20, 2013
There was more to both of these dreams, but I couldn't remember at the time of writing the notes down and I don't remember at all now that I'm writing them out in their entirety.
The first dream was a vampires vs world and monsters war. The vampires were the characters from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga but more badass.
The second dream was me in a house, trying to complete a puzzle. My friend Ceara, her friend Paige, and a bunch of her other friends came into the room where I was, making fun of me for what I was wearing, etc.
Yup.
The first dream was a vampires vs world and monsters war. The vampires were the characters from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga but more badass.
The second dream was me in a house, trying to complete a puzzle. My friend Ceara, her friend Paige, and a bunch of her other friends came into the room where I was, making fun of me for what I was wearing, etc.
Yup.
June 17-18, 2013
I was at a reunion, a summer Staff Training, or a camp for past staff only. We were going to go disc golfing and there were a lot of people, standing around the wheelchair ramp where the picnic tables usually were. Before we left, we threw frisbees from the picnic tables to determine who would be on which person's team. Then, we piled into cars...And then something about a fellow staff-mate Katy and her driver's license. Maybe that she had her full license already and she was the one driving us? It's possible, I wrote that bit really chicken-scratchy, so I can't even tell what I wrote!
The last thing I wrote down as a note was "fire." I'm assuming that there was a fire somewhere, although if it was at the disc golf course or at the camp, I'm not sure.
The last thing I wrote down as a note was "fire." I'm assuming that there was a fire somewhere, although if it was at the disc golf course or at the camp, I'm not sure.
Saturday 22 June 2013
June 21-22, 2013.
Ok, so, I've had a few dreams since the last time I posted, and I will post them all at some point, but right now, I want to write about the one I had last night, which I am now writing 22 minutes before tomorrow. I at least want to get it down before tomorrow...so let's do this.
It was an elementary school's classmate's birthday and I was holding it at my house. (For clarification, we're older, not in elementary school anymore. And his name is Victor. An old crush...I know, I'm getting old with my crushes coming out of nowhere, but you're going to keep reading because you like reading my dreams. I'm hoping.) Obviously, this party went on into the night, but it wasn't big and insane like other people's parties/parties in the movies. Ours was small and a bit intimate, but it was kinda crazy. Crazy in the sense that this is my dream and of course it'll get weird. At one point, we were by ourselves, catching up on life. He was telling me about his girlfriend (who is played by Victoria Justice for some reason) and how she has issues. I think they were mental issues, like she's really overprotective or something. Oh, and Gandalf was there. After I finished talking to Victor, the wizard pulled me aside and warned me about the girlfriend. I had to leave early in the morning, so I didn't really sleep at all that night. Around dawn-ish, I started packing up my backpack for my adventure (although I have no idea where I was going) in the living room. Then I was at the bus loop, in my car in the parking lot, all of a sudden. I think I actually wondered in the dream how I got there.
For this next part, I'm not sure if it had to do with Victor's party, or if it segways at all into that dream, but I was in an underground headquarters. We were all cyborgs...At least, I think I was a cyborg. I was watching everything from my point of view. At a certain time, my sister and a few other cyborgs were pushed into a corner and told to wait there. My sister was being particularly bratty this day so she didn't listen to the person/cyborg and went wherever she wanted.
And that's all. I'll post my other dreams soon. Maybe tomorrow. Look out for that :)
It was an elementary school's classmate's birthday and I was holding it at my house. (For clarification, we're older, not in elementary school anymore. And his name is Victor. An old crush...I know, I'm getting old with my crushes coming out of nowhere, but you're going to keep reading because you like reading my dreams. I'm hoping.) Obviously, this party went on into the night, but it wasn't big and insane like other people's parties/parties in the movies. Ours was small and a bit intimate, but it was kinda crazy. Crazy in the sense that this is my dream and of course it'll get weird. At one point, we were by ourselves, catching up on life. He was telling me about his girlfriend (who is played by Victoria Justice for some reason) and how she has issues. I think they were mental issues, like she's really overprotective or something. Oh, and Gandalf was there. After I finished talking to Victor, the wizard pulled me aside and warned me about the girlfriend. I had to leave early in the morning, so I didn't really sleep at all that night. Around dawn-ish, I started packing up my backpack for my adventure (although I have no idea where I was going) in the living room. Then I was at the bus loop, in my car in the parking lot, all of a sudden. I think I actually wondered in the dream how I got there.
For this next part, I'm not sure if it had to do with Victor's party, or if it segways at all into that dream, but I was in an underground headquarters. We were all cyborgs...At least, I think I was a cyborg. I was watching everything from my point of view. At a certain time, my sister and a few other cyborgs were pushed into a corner and told to wait there. My sister was being particularly bratty this day so she didn't listen to the person/cyborg and went wherever she wanted.
And that's all. I'll post my other dreams soon. Maybe tomorrow. Look out for that :)
Tuesday 18 June 2013
June 15-16, 2013.
I had an amazing dream, with my friend, Perla, and I think we were on an adventure of some sort. And that's all I remember.
Seriously, my dream remembering has been really sucky these days.
Seriously, my dream remembering has been really sucky these days.
Monday 10 June 2013
June 7-8, 2013
I wrote down that it was the year after high school, and that I was possibly at a travel agency. To travel before I went to university? That would've been cool, if that actually happened. Maybe my subconscious is telling me that I should've. *sigh. Wishful thinking.
June 6-7, 2013
I woke up, knew that I liked this dream, and then promptly forgot it.
Haha, it seems like this blog is just letting you guys know when I dream now and if I liked it, and how I forgot it :P
Haha, it seems like this blog is just letting you guys know when I dream now and if I liked it, and how I forgot it :P
May 23-24, 2013
I'm really sorry guys, but these next few posts are going to be really boring: I haven't been remembering my dreams.
The only thing I wrote down that morning was that there was an underground fight.
I don't know if I was a part of one, or if I was a spectator. Either way, don't do it kids. ;)
**And then I forgot that I had already typed out this dream...and this is what I wrote:
I also dreamed a couple other times, like on the 27th and last night (29th) but I can't remember them, at all. I remember that I liked them, but that's it. Sorry to disappoint guys.
The only thing I wrote down that morning was that there was an underground fight.
I don't know if I was a part of one, or if I was a spectator. Either way, don't do it kids. ;)
**And then I forgot that I had already typed out this dream...and this is what I wrote:
I just wrote "underground fighting." I guess I couldn't elaborate on it...because I think I fell asleep right after. Woo.
I also dreamed a couple other times, like on the 27th and last night (29th) but I can't remember them, at all. I remember that I liked them, but that's it. Sorry to disappoint guys.
So, yeah. The next couple ones aren't going to be as exciting either :(
Wednesday 22 May 2013
May 21-22, 2013.
Ok, so this dream was weird. And I know I've had some weird dreams, but this one was even weirder. I didn't even get it while I was writing it all down, and my notes are even scattered. Anyway, here we go, and I hope you don't get too confused.
I was watching "Finding Nemo," specifically the scene where Marlin and Dory are in the marina looking for the boat that took Nemo away and when the pelican flies up and puts them in his mouth. And I use this term "watching" as in I was actually in them movie, but watching it, not exactly a part of the action but watching it like I was right in front of the characters. I was not sitting on a couch, looking at a TV screen, because I didn't see anything around the "screen" other than water and boats and the fish.
All of a sudden it changed to myself, my sister, my mom, and one of my mom's Korean friends on a dock. For some reason, we had to swim in the ocean to get off the dock, to get to actual land. My sister and I had also been in the water before, I don't remember why, so we knew the water was warm and we told the older women so. When I went in the second time, however, I was bracing myself for the cold.
So, we swam to land, and we were either in a boys' dormitory room or in a bar. I don't know how these two are getting mixed up, but they are. There was an older man (the hall's supervisor or the owner/manager) and then a bunch of guys around my age and younger (students or waiters). One of the students/waiters taunted me...and then the next thing I wrote was that my sister shaved my legs with a deck of cards.
Then I wrote, "before, at my friend Marisa's school or at a mall, trying to find her; bathroom with weird door, and my other friend Lisa and her friends."
Yeah, I don't know what happened. There was probably more story to that dream but I literally can't remember anything. I just remember that it was piece-y and incomprehensible. I woke up after all this, and then went back to sleep after going to the bathroom. This is what happened:
I had A&W coupons, and thought that writing out the ones I were going to use on a different piece of paper and presenting those make-shift coupons to the counter would be better than presenting the actual coupon from the newspaper. After I made the make-shift coupons, and threw out the newspaper and other mixed papers into the recycling for garbage pick-up, I realized that making these make-shift coupons was a bad idea. So, I went back outside to pick up the newspaper and other ad things to find the fast food coupons.
Then I wrote that there were two girls who got kidnapped, and a boy and a man took them so they could have sex with them. There was definitely more to this story...One got taken first, and then the man went to go "hunt" for the second one. The two girls were friends. The second one got away somehow, but then she felt guilty and went back to get her friend. When she got back to the apartment, her friend had also escaped, and no one was in the apartment. She was scared and turned around to leave when she saw the man in the doorway, telling her there was no way he was going to let her go now. Then he closed the door and the girl started crying.
I woke up here...I assumed he was going to rape her.
Good Lord. Something is wrong with my subconscious.
I was watching "Finding Nemo," specifically the scene where Marlin and Dory are in the marina looking for the boat that took Nemo away and when the pelican flies up and puts them in his mouth. And I use this term "watching" as in I was actually in them movie, but watching it, not exactly a part of the action but watching it like I was right in front of the characters. I was not sitting on a couch, looking at a TV screen, because I didn't see anything around the "screen" other than water and boats and the fish.
All of a sudden it changed to myself, my sister, my mom, and one of my mom's Korean friends on a dock. For some reason, we had to swim in the ocean to get off the dock, to get to actual land. My sister and I had also been in the water before, I don't remember why, so we knew the water was warm and we told the older women so. When I went in the second time, however, I was bracing myself for the cold.
So, we swam to land, and we were either in a boys' dormitory room or in a bar. I don't know how these two are getting mixed up, but they are. There was an older man (the hall's supervisor or the owner/manager) and then a bunch of guys around my age and younger (students or waiters). One of the students/waiters taunted me...and then the next thing I wrote was that my sister shaved my legs with a deck of cards.
Then I wrote, "before, at my friend Marisa's school or at a mall, trying to find her; bathroom with weird door, and my other friend Lisa and her friends."
Yeah, I don't know what happened. There was probably more story to that dream but I literally can't remember anything. I just remember that it was piece-y and incomprehensible. I woke up after all this, and then went back to sleep after going to the bathroom. This is what happened:
I had A&W coupons, and thought that writing out the ones I were going to use on a different piece of paper and presenting those make-shift coupons to the counter would be better than presenting the actual coupon from the newspaper. After I made the make-shift coupons, and threw out the newspaper and other mixed papers into the recycling for garbage pick-up, I realized that making these make-shift coupons was a bad idea. So, I went back outside to pick up the newspaper and other ad things to find the fast food coupons.
Then I wrote that there were two girls who got kidnapped, and a boy and a man took them so they could have sex with them. There was definitely more to this story...One got taken first, and then the man went to go "hunt" for the second one. The two girls were friends. The second one got away somehow, but then she felt guilty and went back to get her friend. When she got back to the apartment, her friend had also escaped, and no one was in the apartment. She was scared and turned around to leave when she saw the man in the doorway, telling her there was no way he was going to let her go now. Then he closed the door and the girl started crying.
I woke up here...I assumed he was going to rape her.
Good Lord. Something is wrong with my subconscious.
May 16-17, 2013
The TV show "Smash" has definitely been getting to me...And I don't remember much about the dream, so I'm strictly going off the notes here, which was basically an entire paragraph.
There were multiple parts, but the only part I remember is that there was a Marilyn Monroe workshop, some kind of tribute day for her. The people that organized it thought of different activities to represent her. For example, one of the, the only one I participated in (or remember that I participated in) was an activity where we had to take fabric and make a signature Marilyn look with the help of an already made design on a laminated paper. We were only given a short amount of time, which I didn't know about until the very end of the time. We also had to show off our designs in front a panel of judges. Before we even got to our work stations, the organizers put liquid glue onto our almost naked bodies, so the outfit would stick. (Yeah, I don't know.) The problem with this glue was that it would dry long before we finished making the clothes. I knew what I wanted to make, I chose my stencil and everything, but as I mentioned before, I didn't have enough time. What I ended up doing was taking a trench coat, cut it shorter with scissors, and walked up to the judges, acting like Marilyn. I did a bang-up job, if I do say so myself, giving one of the male judges a kiss on the cheek, which was very Marilyn, and running shyly away. In the dream, I was saying to myself that my inspiration was her transformation from Norma Jean into Marilyn, not quite Norma Jean but not quite the sex symbol Marilyn became.
That's it.
There were multiple parts, but the only part I remember is that there was a Marilyn Monroe workshop, some kind of tribute day for her. The people that organized it thought of different activities to represent her. For example, one of the, the only one I participated in (or remember that I participated in) was an activity where we had to take fabric and make a signature Marilyn look with the help of an already made design on a laminated paper. We were only given a short amount of time, which I didn't know about until the very end of the time. We also had to show off our designs in front a panel of judges. Before we even got to our work stations, the organizers put liquid glue onto our almost naked bodies, so the outfit would stick. (Yeah, I don't know.) The problem with this glue was that it would dry long before we finished making the clothes. I knew what I wanted to make, I chose my stencil and everything, but as I mentioned before, I didn't have enough time. What I ended up doing was taking a trench coat, cut it shorter with scissors, and walked up to the judges, acting like Marilyn. I did a bang-up job, if I do say so myself, giving one of the male judges a kiss on the cheek, which was very Marilyn, and running shyly away. In the dream, I was saying to myself that my inspiration was her transformation from Norma Jean into Marilyn, not quite Norma Jean but not quite the sex symbol Marilyn became.
That's it.
Friday 17 May 2013
May 15-16, 2013
There were two parts to this dream, except I think they were connected somehow. Let's get it.
I was in an ice cave with my friend Susan. We were going on an adventure and exploring. This cave was very small though: we could only get through it by going on our stomachs and army crawling. At one point, it was a bit downhill and had moguls. (I looked the term up on Google: it's the part in the Winter Olympics when skiers go down a hill with a bunch of other little hills, seeing how fast they can do it. Hopefully that helps in the description part of things...When I tried explaining it to my sister, I sounded weird. Anyway) Somehow, I got a big metal bowl (I also explained this to my sister as one of the salad bowls from camp) and used it to get over the moguls. I don't know how Susan did it, but for me it was fun and funny. We eventually got to the main cavern, which was a dead end, and we found two other guys there, who were *very* good looking, setting up camp. I think Susan and I decided to stay the night, since it was an ice cave and we were cold and didn't think we'd make it back up to the surface without some rest. I also had my eyes on one of the guys, and we flirted and playfully argued about everything.
Then I was in class, at my old high school, Moscrop Secondary, except that I was still my age now. And the thing about this classroom is that it was filled with all of my elementary school classmates, plus Susan and another friend, Tavneet, who were from the high school I graduated from. I don't know what class it was, but I had to be there, so I had Tav on my left and Sunil on my right. Thomas was on the right of Sunil. (I had a crush on these two while I was in school with them. Oh how crazy I was about boys at this time.)
All of a sudden I was hanging out with this guy named Jed, who I used to go to church with, a church called Willingdon. Apparently he lived on my street, in one of the houses I walk past while I am walking the dog, and we hung out on a regular basis: I was comfortable with him in my dream. So we hung out, had fun, laughed, etc, and then I went home.
Here's where it gets weird. That night, I went on Facebook and saw that I got a message from some guy, asking me to marry him, in two days. First of all, when the heck does that happen? Second of all, why would that happen to me? Third of all, did something happen to his original wife that he had to find a replacement, pronto?...Creeeeepy...And lastly, who in their right mind would ask someone to marry them OVER FACEBOOK?? Ok, now that that's over: he was considerably older than I was (around early to mid-forties, salt and pepper hair, but attractive) and very wealthy. To the craziness that is my unconsciousness, I said yes.
In the morning, I went to the venue of the wedding and saw the goings-on of preparations. There were a lot of people milling around, getting everything perfect for our big day. There was a lot of white decorations, so I assumed that the theme was white/black, but mostly white. My husband-to-be was sitting at a table with his friends, talking and laughing, although I have no idea what they were talking about. I had my dress fitting some time in this period as well.
I'm not sure where this part goes, but it happened somewhere in the dream: I posted something on my Facebook about me getting married, I think, and a few people commented. One of the people was Bernie, an old high school funny guy, and I can't remember what he said, but six people thumbed it up. I think I "liked" it too, but I also think it had to do with me, something about getting married too young. Maybe.
After seeing the prep, I went back home (I think. My timing is getting all weird and hazy so I don't exactly remember how everything played out) and told Jed what happened. He didn't say much...or he did. He got me to question the upcoming wedding, the man, how I didn't tell my family and friends and they weren't going to be a part of the celebration. He left after he said his fill, and I went up to my room to think about what he had said. I realized he was right: I hadn't told my friends and family, I was keeping a major secret from them, but I couldn't tell them the afternoon of the day. So I didn't say anything, I didn't invite them. Eventually, I got torn, I wanted my friends to be my bridesmaids and my other friends and family to be in the audience when I got married, so I sat down in front of my computer and sent my fiance a message, on Facebook. I realized I didn't know who I was sending/addressing it to (I didn't know his name!), so I looked for his original message and found out that way. So, I sent the message to Drew, asking him how he found me and why he chose me to be his wife.
He didn't answer during the next hour or so I was home, so I went to class. It was awkward this time, and I didn't know why. (While I was writing my notes down, however, I realized it was probably because everyone knew what was going on with me, the wedding and all that.) Sunil wasn't there to smile at me and tell me it was alright. Some of the tables had been rearranged, but I sat down where I usually sat, but beside Thomas this time, and two empty seats to my left. (I knew Susan and Tavneet were at school though, so the chairs would've been filled momentarily.) There were a lot of students standing up at the door though, not being able to find seats. I didn't understand this in the dream though, because there were empty seats right in front of my eyes. (Again, I realized while I was writing the notes that it was because everyone felt uncomfortable being around me.)
After class, I went to Jed's house, ready to rant about everything, when I saw Drew packing up a hiking backpack. I confronted my fiance, asking him to answer my questions. He said that he sent a message back, but I replied that he was here so he could tell me in person. Paige, a friend of a friend's, was standing there for some reason. He didn't speak. I got upset, and told him the wedding was off, and walked out.
A few months or so passed, and I was actually getting married, to someone I loved (but I can't remember who it was...Either Jed or Sunil. Or Thomas. Yeah). When it came to the part of wedding dresses, someone suggested the dress I had kept from my previous engagement. (Even though we didn't go through with the wedding, Drew had given me my dress. I would also like to note here that I was very slim throughout this dream: the dress I had picked out for Drew's and my wedding was fitted and tight, and there wasn't a single sign of belly rolls XD) Obviously, I didn't want to wear that dress for my actual wedding date, because of the memories associated with it, but I eventually made it into a cocktail dress: it was a white strapless dress with a gold floral-y/leaf-y pattern.
And that's it.
I was in an ice cave with my friend Susan. We were going on an adventure and exploring. This cave was very small though: we could only get through it by going on our stomachs and army crawling. At one point, it was a bit downhill and had moguls. (I looked the term up on Google: it's the part in the Winter Olympics when skiers go down a hill with a bunch of other little hills, seeing how fast they can do it. Hopefully that helps in the description part of things...When I tried explaining it to my sister, I sounded weird. Anyway) Somehow, I got a big metal bowl (I also explained this to my sister as one of the salad bowls from camp) and used it to get over the moguls. I don't know how Susan did it, but for me it was fun and funny. We eventually got to the main cavern, which was a dead end, and we found two other guys there, who were *very* good looking, setting up camp. I think Susan and I decided to stay the night, since it was an ice cave and we were cold and didn't think we'd make it back up to the surface without some rest. I also had my eyes on one of the guys, and we flirted and playfully argued about everything.
Then I was in class, at my old high school, Moscrop Secondary, except that I was still my age now. And the thing about this classroom is that it was filled with all of my elementary school classmates, plus Susan and another friend, Tavneet, who were from the high school I graduated from. I don't know what class it was, but I had to be there, so I had Tav on my left and Sunil on my right. Thomas was on the right of Sunil. (I had a crush on these two while I was in school with them. Oh how crazy I was about boys at this time.)
All of a sudden I was hanging out with this guy named Jed, who I used to go to church with, a church called Willingdon. Apparently he lived on my street, in one of the houses I walk past while I am walking the dog, and we hung out on a regular basis: I was comfortable with him in my dream. So we hung out, had fun, laughed, etc, and then I went home.
Here's where it gets weird. That night, I went on Facebook and saw that I got a message from some guy, asking me to marry him, in two days. First of all, when the heck does that happen? Second of all, why would that happen to me? Third of all, did something happen to his original wife that he had to find a replacement, pronto?...Creeeeepy...And lastly, who in their right mind would ask someone to marry them OVER FACEBOOK?? Ok, now that that's over: he was considerably older than I was (around early to mid-forties, salt and pepper hair, but attractive) and very wealthy. To the craziness that is my unconsciousness, I said yes.
In the morning, I went to the venue of the wedding and saw the goings-on of preparations. There were a lot of people milling around, getting everything perfect for our big day. There was a lot of white decorations, so I assumed that the theme was white/black, but mostly white. My husband-to-be was sitting at a table with his friends, talking and laughing, although I have no idea what they were talking about. I had my dress fitting some time in this period as well.
I'm not sure where this part goes, but it happened somewhere in the dream: I posted something on my Facebook about me getting married, I think, and a few people commented. One of the people was Bernie, an old high school funny guy, and I can't remember what he said, but six people thumbed it up. I think I "liked" it too, but I also think it had to do with me, something about getting married too young. Maybe.
After seeing the prep, I went back home (I think. My timing is getting all weird and hazy so I don't exactly remember how everything played out) and told Jed what happened. He didn't say much...or he did. He got me to question the upcoming wedding, the man, how I didn't tell my family and friends and they weren't going to be a part of the celebration. He left after he said his fill, and I went up to my room to think about what he had said. I realized he was right: I hadn't told my friends and family, I was keeping a major secret from them, but I couldn't tell them the afternoon of the day. So I didn't say anything, I didn't invite them. Eventually, I got torn, I wanted my friends to be my bridesmaids and my other friends and family to be in the audience when I got married, so I sat down in front of my computer and sent my fiance a message, on Facebook. I realized I didn't know who I was sending/addressing it to (I didn't know his name!), so I looked for his original message and found out that way. So, I sent the message to Drew, asking him how he found me and why he chose me to be his wife.
He didn't answer during the next hour or so I was home, so I went to class. It was awkward this time, and I didn't know why. (While I was writing my notes down, however, I realized it was probably because everyone knew what was going on with me, the wedding and all that.) Sunil wasn't there to smile at me and tell me it was alright. Some of the tables had been rearranged, but I sat down where I usually sat, but beside Thomas this time, and two empty seats to my left. (I knew Susan and Tavneet were at school though, so the chairs would've been filled momentarily.) There were a lot of students standing up at the door though, not being able to find seats. I didn't understand this in the dream though, because there were empty seats right in front of my eyes. (Again, I realized while I was writing the notes that it was because everyone felt uncomfortable being around me.)
After class, I went to Jed's house, ready to rant about everything, when I saw Drew packing up a hiking backpack. I confronted my fiance, asking him to answer my questions. He said that he sent a message back, but I replied that he was here so he could tell me in person. Paige, a friend of a friend's, was standing there for some reason. He didn't speak. I got upset, and told him the wedding was off, and walked out.
A few months or so passed, and I was actually getting married, to someone I loved (but I can't remember who it was...Either Jed or Sunil. Or Thomas. Yeah). When it came to the part of wedding dresses, someone suggested the dress I had kept from my previous engagement. (Even though we didn't go through with the wedding, Drew had given me my dress. I would also like to note here that I was very slim throughout this dream: the dress I had picked out for Drew's and my wedding was fitted and tight, and there wasn't a single sign of belly rolls XD) Obviously, I didn't want to wear that dress for my actual wedding date, because of the memories associated with it, but I eventually made it into a cocktail dress: it was a white strapless dress with a gold floral-y/leaf-y pattern.
And that's it.
Sunday 12 May 2013
May 11-12, 2013
I was on a class trip, or hanging out with a large group of Burnaby high school friends. We were walking to a book store, when one of my friends, Marisa, decided to veer off into a clothing store. I decided to keep her company, from a distance, so I ducked into a store right beside the one she went into. There were clothes and books in this store, and I was the only one in there besides the two women who were whispering between themselves by the cash register. I looked at everything, touching the fabric of the shirts, taking books off the shelves to see the covers and titles and to flip through the pages. I was also taking the business cards sitting around on the bookshelves and window sills for Jordan's collection. The store got crowded, and as I got closer to the storekeepers, I realized they were speaking French. I think I knew what they were saying, but I can't remember now that I'm typing this out. I just remember smiling at them and continuing to browse. I also realized that many of the books, clothes, and business cards in the store were French, since they were French women. All of a sudden, the store became empty again, so I decided to leave, the two women still whispering. I caught up with Marisa, and we went into the bookstore everyone else was in. I found one of my other friends, Nadia, with a friend from my Langley high school, Susan. They were in the part of the store where there were historical artifacts and paintings on the walls, and it was jam-packed. People started to gradually get out, leaving Nadia, Susan, and myself in the little hall. They both saw the books and Nadia asked what they were. I looked down at my hands and realized I had a small pile of smaller pocket books clasped in my hands. It dawned on me that I had probably taken them from the store I had been in earlier, although I knew I had put the books back after looking at them. I freaked out for a second, but then calmed down, telling my friends that it was a funny story and that I had stolen the books from the store I had been in earlier. They didn't seem alarmed, they just looked at my books and continued on their way. Then a guy I used to like in school, Sunil, came over and asked the same thing, why I had books in my hands. I told him the answer and he smiled, taking the books from my hands and flipping through them. And that's when I woke up.
Why didn't the French women stop me? Hm.
Why didn't the French women stop me? Hm.
Thursday 9 May 2013
May 8-9, 2013
1. There were about nine people in this dream, including Vin Diesel, Bruce Willis, Elliott Morgan, and Jasmin and An (two girls I recently met at a friend's party), as well as my younger sister. Vin and Bruce bonded over the death of someone they both knew. We were all college students (and I'm wondering why I wrote this down...relevance? None). We went to a Japanese restaurant, and we sat down in a "booth," the square sitting place with bamboo sliding doors. My sister and I sat on opposite sides of Elliott, which I was very happy about. (I have the biggest crush on that one SourceFed host. No one else compares <3 ) We were having a good time, laughing, talking. At one point, we were talking about Monopoly for some reason. And that's when I woke up.
2. I was at Carol's house. The street the house was on looked like the one I live on, except that there were more trees surrounding the houses, more forest-y. Anyway, Carol wanted to go see a movie, and I didn't, so she went with her boyfriend. She called on one of her other friends to be hostess, so her friend picked me up from Carol's and we went to her place. (I don't remember her face in the dream, so I can't write a name. Hopefully you won't get too confused.)
The friend didn't stay when we arrived, so I sat down in the living room and hung out with her mom and her mom's friend. They were talking about different things, mostly about watching a movie. I didn't chime in because I liked hearing them talk. They decided on watching a horror film, so the mom told me I could stay upstairs and watch TV. While they were making their way downstairs, and as I was flipping through the channels, I noticed that there were a lot of repeating shows, mainly dance shows: ballroom, hip hop, break, ballet, and so on. I was watching one of them until I realized I needed to check the ferry schedules for Victoria. (I wrote down that I was in Victoria, except that I don't think I was...I needed to go to Victoria, but we'll get to that later.)
Then, I needed to use the washroom. This is when I bumped into a hottie: blond hair, brown or blue eyes, physically appealing. He was wearing a black tee and blue jeans. I suspected he was Carol's friend's brother, since he may have lived in the house, but he didn't say, just looked at me while I looked back. Eventually, we got into the swing of a conversation. I can't remember what we were talking about, but it was nice being able to talk to someone. I think we hit a serious moment when the house started to fill with people. The guy's two brothers came over and sat with us. Their dog, a golden retriever/lab, kept walking through our square, wanting attention. I'd pet him occasionally until he started to get a bit annoying, in a cute way though. I put my hand under his chin to stroke the fur, but then I added pressure and hung on to his neck: the dog pinned me down to the floor, like we were wrestling. I started to laugh and cry from laughing so hard, and the guys were laughing too. I kept telling the stupid dog to get off, but he wouldn't until a couple minutes later. The guys were congratulating their dog, petting him and saying, 'Good boy!' and I called them fuckers with a smile on my face.
Then, the middle brother was chided by his brothers to do his famous handstand. It took some persuading, but he eventually did. He fell over the first time, his foot hitting my shoulder since I was lying down on my stomach. He was wearing briefs and a tie-dye tank top, so I could see everything. I wasn't embarrassed, but I did look away when he fell. The second time he kind of succeeded, but since he was so tall, his feet hit the ceiling. (The hallway didn't have high ceilings anyway.)
After that, Karen and Jamie sat with me; they were at a women's conference or flight attendant training (they had bright blue and pink intertwined scarves tied around their necks) and they started telling me about it. This is when I noticed that the gums behind my upper teeth were swollen. I popped the bubbles and I tasted blood, so I went to the bathroom sink to see what was going on. I looked at my teeth, saw some pink lines going down, spit out some of the blood, and also realized that my retainer didn't feel right on my teeth, it felt uncomfortable. I took it off, and I felt that some of my molars were loose.
Karen came into the bathroom, wanting to shave her legs, but I didn't say anything to her. Jamie came in after and started to fix her hair in the mirror above the sink, and we didn't swap words either. And there weren't just teeth in my mouth: there were teeth-coloured, thick cartilage pieces too, and I had no idea where they were coming from. I was crying and didn't know what to do until Karen asked me what was wrong. I told her what was happening and she said that this had happened to her before too. She told me to bite down, to push the teeth back into the gums, in a way. I tried, but there were too many little pieces. I tried to spit out as much as possible without losing the teeth. Jamie was rubbing my shoulders as I was doing all this, which was nice, but I hoped she wasn't too grossed out by the situation, and how much I was sweating. It ended up that I lost one left molar, the right incisor, and two right molars.
Since that was over, I told whoever I was going to take the ferry to Victoria with (Darian or Derek or James) that I couldn't go with them. I didn't explain why, just that I needed to see my dentist. This is when the dream sped through my friend driving to the terminal and taking the ferry. I realized as I was watching that we could've have ridden to the terminal together, since there was a dentist's office nearby. Ah well.
2. I was at Carol's house. The street the house was on looked like the one I live on, except that there were more trees surrounding the houses, more forest-y. Anyway, Carol wanted to go see a movie, and I didn't, so she went with her boyfriend. She called on one of her other friends to be hostess, so her friend picked me up from Carol's and we went to her place. (I don't remember her face in the dream, so I can't write a name. Hopefully you won't get too confused.)
The friend didn't stay when we arrived, so I sat down in the living room and hung out with her mom and her mom's friend. They were talking about different things, mostly about watching a movie. I didn't chime in because I liked hearing them talk. They decided on watching a horror film, so the mom told me I could stay upstairs and watch TV. While they were making their way downstairs, and as I was flipping through the channels, I noticed that there were a lot of repeating shows, mainly dance shows: ballroom, hip hop, break, ballet, and so on. I was watching one of them until I realized I needed to check the ferry schedules for Victoria. (I wrote down that I was in Victoria, except that I don't think I was...I needed to go to Victoria, but we'll get to that later.)
Then, I needed to use the washroom. This is when I bumped into a hottie: blond hair, brown or blue eyes, physically appealing. He was wearing a black tee and blue jeans. I suspected he was Carol's friend's brother, since he may have lived in the house, but he didn't say, just looked at me while I looked back. Eventually, we got into the swing of a conversation. I can't remember what we were talking about, but it was nice being able to talk to someone. I think we hit a serious moment when the house started to fill with people. The guy's two brothers came over and sat with us. Their dog, a golden retriever/lab, kept walking through our square, wanting attention. I'd pet him occasionally until he started to get a bit annoying, in a cute way though. I put my hand under his chin to stroke the fur, but then I added pressure and hung on to his neck: the dog pinned me down to the floor, like we were wrestling. I started to laugh and cry from laughing so hard, and the guys were laughing too. I kept telling the stupid dog to get off, but he wouldn't until a couple minutes later. The guys were congratulating their dog, petting him and saying, 'Good boy!' and I called them fuckers with a smile on my face.
Then, the middle brother was chided by his brothers to do his famous handstand. It took some persuading, but he eventually did. He fell over the first time, his foot hitting my shoulder since I was lying down on my stomach. He was wearing briefs and a tie-dye tank top, so I could see everything. I wasn't embarrassed, but I did look away when he fell. The second time he kind of succeeded, but since he was so tall, his feet hit the ceiling. (The hallway didn't have high ceilings anyway.)
After that, Karen and Jamie sat with me; they were at a women's conference or flight attendant training (they had bright blue and pink intertwined scarves tied around their necks) and they started telling me about it. This is when I noticed that the gums behind my upper teeth were swollen. I popped the bubbles and I tasted blood, so I went to the bathroom sink to see what was going on. I looked at my teeth, saw some pink lines going down, spit out some of the blood, and also realized that my retainer didn't feel right on my teeth, it felt uncomfortable. I took it off, and I felt that some of my molars were loose.
Karen came into the bathroom, wanting to shave her legs, but I didn't say anything to her. Jamie came in after and started to fix her hair in the mirror above the sink, and we didn't swap words either. And there weren't just teeth in my mouth: there were teeth-coloured, thick cartilage pieces too, and I had no idea where they were coming from. I was crying and didn't know what to do until Karen asked me what was wrong. I told her what was happening and she said that this had happened to her before too. She told me to bite down, to push the teeth back into the gums, in a way. I tried, but there were too many little pieces. I tried to spit out as much as possible without losing the teeth. Jamie was rubbing my shoulders as I was doing all this, which was nice, but I hoped she wasn't too grossed out by the situation, and how much I was sweating. It ended up that I lost one left molar, the right incisor, and two right molars.
Since that was over, I told whoever I was going to take the ferry to Victoria with (Darian or Derek or James) that I couldn't go with them. I didn't explain why, just that I needed to see my dentist. This is when the dream sped through my friend driving to the terminal and taking the ferry. I realized as I was watching that we could've have ridden to the terminal together, since there was a dentist's office nearby. Ah well.
May 5-6, 2013.
Jacksgap was making a video, and I was either watching the video or behind the camera recording the episode. It was about how to survive in the wilderness, without any gear. Jack and Finn were telling the viewers about plants that were edible around their area.
And that's all I remember. Finn smiled at me, and I had a fun time, and I'm glad I dreamed about them again.
And that's all I remember. Finn smiled at me, and I had a fun time, and I'm glad I dreamed about them again.
May 4-5, 2013
1. I told my friends that I was trying to lose weight, and they were very supportive about it. My friends, Jaylen and Rosie, wanted to help me the most, but we were in Burnaby instead of Langley. One of them wanted to meet at a field near Central Park, and the other wanted to meet at a field near Moscrop Secondary School. Jaylen wanted me to piggy back her while I ran around the field, and Rosie just wanted me to run laps. As usual, Rosie called me and said she couldn't make it, so I just went to meet up with Jaylen. A couple of my other friends, Sarah and Tavneet, accompanied me to the field, and when I met up with Jaylen, she also had a few friends with her, girls I'm sure I know but who I can't remember seeing in the dream. There was a lot of being in a car in between all this: figuring out how to get to the field, where Sarah and Tavneet needed to go in order to go back to Langley, etc. I woke up on the way to drop off my friends.
2. I was going to China, for what I don't know or remember. People were telling me stories about their experiences. One in particular stood out in my dream: there was a tiger on the plane, as well as a racoon. Apparently, before this incident, squirrels were the more popular visitor, and this time was the first racoon...And the racoon put the tiger in a headlock. While the person was telling the story, I imagined it happening, like I was actually in the plane with the animals. But it wasn't just imagining, in the dream. I was actually on the aircraft. I didn't know how I got there and if I was supposed to be on the flight and if I was going to the right destination, but I sat down and fastened my seat belt without asking anyone anything. Then I woke up.
2. I was going to China, for what I don't know or remember. People were telling me stories about their experiences. One in particular stood out in my dream: there was a tiger on the plane, as well as a racoon. Apparently, before this incident, squirrels were the more popular visitor, and this time was the first racoon...And the racoon put the tiger in a headlock. While the person was telling the story, I imagined it happening, like I was actually in the plane with the animals. But it wasn't just imagining, in the dream. I was actually on the aircraft. I didn't know how I got there and if I was supposed to be on the flight and if I was going to the right destination, but I sat down and fastened my seat belt without asking anyone anything. Then I woke up.
Monday 29 April 2013
April 28-29, 2013
1. I was on the bus, going home from school, but the route I was taking to get home was the way I usually go to go to school, not home. Anyway, there were a lot of people I knew on the bus, but I wasn't sitting next to anyone or talking, and the bus wasn't full. It was more empty. The bus was nearing a stop, and I pulled the cord, thinking that I could walk to the car/home from there. Dominic Monaghan was the bus driver, but he was wearing an orange jumpsuit. (It was the norm in the dream: criminals could drive the transit buses to take time off their sentence). I don't know why I was freaking out when I saw him, because I would in real life, but I just said thank you and walked off. When the doors closed, I saw that I forgot my green Jaguar backpack (one that I had thrown out a long time ago) on the seat. I freaked out and ran after the bus, hitting the side of the bus. The transport was going slow though, and the next stop was close to the one I got off at. I texted one of my friends, Butler, really quick, asking her to pick my bag up when she got off the bus, but she didn't get the message and I saw her walking away from the bus. I yelled her name when I approached the bus, she turned her head but she didn't say anything. The back door of the bus was open, so I got on and told the bus driver to wait as I walked to the front of the bus, but he kept driving.
This is when I woke up, and it was still early, so I dreamed another dream.
2. Our house was a crime scene: someone was slaughtered in the bigger downstairs bedroom in our house, blood everywhere on the walls, like the person that died rolled all over the walls. One of the girls I graduated with, Kim, was the suspect, and for some reason, my family and I were still living in the house. Then, Kim FB messaged or texted or called me...some kind of communication thing, and she said she was bored, and that if any of us went outside, we'd be her next victim. At least, this was implied.
And that's it.
Weird stuff.
This is when I woke up, and it was still early, so I dreamed another dream.
2. Our house was a crime scene: someone was slaughtered in the bigger downstairs bedroom in our house, blood everywhere on the walls, like the person that died rolled all over the walls. One of the girls I graduated with, Kim, was the suspect, and for some reason, my family and I were still living in the house. Then, Kim FB messaged or texted or called me...some kind of communication thing, and she said she was bored, and that if any of us went outside, we'd be her next victim. At least, this was implied.
And that's it.
Weird stuff.
April 27-28, 2013
I don't remember much about the two dreams I had this night.
1. I was in a subway station, watching either workers or students check in to go to work or go to school.
And then:
2. I was in a suburban neighbourhood, in a woman's house who was trying to get away from someone or a group or someones or something by getting dressed up as a cowgirl stripper.
And then I wrote that she was late for work.
Contradicting, but ok.
That's it. That was fun.
1. I was in a subway station, watching either workers or students check in to go to work or go to school.
And then:
2. I was in a suburban neighbourhood, in a woman's house who was trying to get away from someone or a group or someones or something by getting dressed up as a cowgirl stripper.
And then I wrote that she was late for work.
Contradicting, but ok.
That's it. That was fun.
Tuesday 23 April 2013
April 22-23, 2013
This is all from memory, so we gotta go quick before I lose it all!
I was in a mall, going to the top floor, which was like an expo/amphitheater type area. I was following Skrillex, because I was his intern/assistant, and he was performing at this expo/amphitheater place. Anyway, I was a few minutes behind him, but when I got to the sound stations, he was already there with the technician, spitting out some beats. I didn't like when this happened (it happened a few times before), because this usually meant that I had nothing to do, and I wasn't about to interrupt one of the best dubstep artists just to ask what he needed me to do (which was probably going to be nothing) so I just put my backpack in one of the cubby holes and walked out into the mall. When I went down the elevator to the floor below the expo, I saw my friend Perla sitting on the steps. I said hey and great to see you, because she had just come back from her SE Asia trip, and hugged. We started walking and talking about her trip and how I was. I told her about my internship with Skrillex, and how I didn't really like it but it was a high profile internship, so I wanted to stick it out. I really needed to go to the bathroom too, but Perla wanted a burger, so I told myself I could hold it and we went to the food court. Weird thing about this food court, I didn't see any places that looked familiar to me. We went to this burger place that Perla knew of, and the counters were piled with half made burgers, each cash register separated by those blinds when shops are closed. I asked Perla why they did this, and she said it was to make production go faster. We stopped in front of one of the registers, where a couple of cashiers were, and Perla ordered. I was looking at the burgers, contemplating whether I should get one, when I woke up.
I also think there was something about the church I used to go to, called Willingdon. I remember walking up the steps, but I don't know why. Maybe to catch up to Skillex, because we were there prior to the mall? Meh.
I was in a mall, going to the top floor, which was like an expo/amphitheater type area. I was following Skrillex, because I was his intern/assistant, and he was performing at this expo/amphitheater place. Anyway, I was a few minutes behind him, but when I got to the sound stations, he was already there with the technician, spitting out some beats. I didn't like when this happened (it happened a few times before), because this usually meant that I had nothing to do, and I wasn't about to interrupt one of the best dubstep artists just to ask what he needed me to do (which was probably going to be nothing) so I just put my backpack in one of the cubby holes and walked out into the mall. When I went down the elevator to the floor below the expo, I saw my friend Perla sitting on the steps. I said hey and great to see you, because she had just come back from her SE Asia trip, and hugged. We started walking and talking about her trip and how I was. I told her about my internship with Skrillex, and how I didn't really like it but it was a high profile internship, so I wanted to stick it out. I really needed to go to the bathroom too, but Perla wanted a burger, so I told myself I could hold it and we went to the food court. Weird thing about this food court, I didn't see any places that looked familiar to me. We went to this burger place that Perla knew of, and the counters were piled with half made burgers, each cash register separated by those blinds when shops are closed. I asked Perla why they did this, and she said it was to make production go faster. We stopped in front of one of the registers, where a couple of cashiers were, and Perla ordered. I was looking at the burgers, contemplating whether I should get one, when I woke up.
I also think there was something about the church I used to go to, called Willingdon. I remember walking up the steps, but I don't know why. Maybe to catch up to Skillex, because we were there prior to the mall? Meh.
Saturday 20 April 2013
April 19-20, 2013
It was like a video game. I can only remember the end, because it repeated itself so many times...The heroine of the game, I think, was Asian, tall, and skinny. (I watched "The Fast and The Furious" and "2 Fast 2 Furious" before I went to bed on the 19th, and many of my dream's people were the characters/actors from the movies. The heroine might have been Suki.) The goal of the game was to pass all the levels, follow how the coins were laid out to get to the next foothold, get through obstacles, and open up secret doors to get to paradise, a beachy-looking place. There was a bunch of us watching her in real life, in the game, but we also had a view like if we were playing her character in a video game. At one point, one of the spectators, wanted to get to paradise by himself. So he started doing the jumps and tricks to get to the door to get there. I don't know what happened to him. When she got to paradise, she received a pink and yellow butterfly, and it would flap its wings on her face. And that's when she/we won.
Other than that I can't remember anything else. The evil dude might have gotten to paradise, but when he got there he might've died. *shrugs*
Other than that I can't remember anything else. The evil dude might have gotten to paradise, but when he got there he might've died. *shrugs*
???
I didn't write down the date -_- But the note I wrote down was that it was Wreck-It-Ralph-esque. Whatever that means.
April 13-14, 2013
I honestly can't remember this dream at all, and I made some notes in my phone, but I'm too lazy to go upstairs and get it. The note I did write on a piece of paper when I woke up is that it had something to do with blackberry bushes. Not the berries or the leaves, but the thorny stalks.
I might update this dream later. Sit tight.
I might update this dream later. Sit tight.
April 11-12, 2013
I was with the Harries twins, Jack and Finn! (They're super cute, super hot identical twins that live in England, and they're YouTubers...Check 'em out if you want to die from their combined attractiveness.) They were in town visiting me, because we were good friends, but I don't think we were in my hometown. Maybe somewhere else in Europe or in the US. I was dating Finn before they came over, but we also broke up before they came for a visit. It was mutual, we realized that a long distance relationship wasn't going to work out between the two of us, but I still missed him. So it was nice seeing them when they were traveling close by. We hung out for a few days, and on one of those days, I introduced them to one of my friends. I don't know if I said her name, because I don't have any friends like her: blonde hair, blue eyes, and really sweet. I saw that Finn liked her, and they were starting to date, but I didn't think they would get serious. A year or so passed and I was in a church for Finn's wedding. He wouldn't tell me who his fiancee was, so I was surprised when my "friend" came storming in from the side of the church, wearing a hot pink grad-looking dress, all mean and, excuse my language, bitchy. I say "friend" in quotation marks because we hadn't kept in touch after I introduced her to the twins. Anyway, I assumed she turned into a brat because she found out Finn was famous on YouTube, and she wanted his money and/or she was jealous of all the attention he was getting from other girls. She kept storming around for some reason, like everything was wrong when it wasn't, fast walking away and out from the ceremony. Finn was surprisingly calm, like he knew this was going to happen or this happened a lot in the past. I couldn't believe he didn't realize what happened to his girlfriend, that she turned from a sweet girl into a monster. That's love, I suppose. Well, I wanted to help Finn with his wife-to-be, because I still loved him. I walked down a hallway of the church, which was actually a castle, or turned into a castle, and went into a room. Honestly, I was half-heartedly looking for the girl, since she didn't seem that important to me, and I really wanted to get away from all the drama for a few moments. I guess Jack had the same idea, because when I went to the window to watch the sunset over the beach, he was sitting on the sand right outside the window. He knew it was me somehow, without turning around, and started talking and asking me a lot of questions. I can't remember what he asked or what I replied with, but it made him give me that cheeky smile of his. While he was smiling at me, I realized that he liked me, before I dated his brother, while I dated his brother, and a long time after. And then I realized that I liked him too. We kept looking at each other, when I finally broke the gaze, and the silence, and said that we should probably get back. He responded that he was going to stay a little while longer, without taking his eyes off me. I said, "Ok," shyly and walked to the door. I could feel Jack's eyes on my back, but I didn't turn. When I closed the door from the hallway, I looked down the hall and saw the girl walking fast in the doorway of the hall. (I don't know how to describe it...it's, like, the intersection of the hallway, and she was walking sideways, not facing me. If that makes sense.) Then I saw Finn chasing her, with a pleading look on his face. I went back to my seat, not wanting to waste my energy on making things better between the two of them, when Finn came out of nowhere, grabbed my arm lightly, and silently took me to the library. He wouldn't say anything on the way, and when we got there, the girl was there and Finn turned around to face me. I don't remember what happened after, but at the end of the dream, the girl became her old self, as sweet as pie, walked down the aisle, and Finn looked absolutely dashing.
I was just excited to have dreamed about those two. I'd have either <3
I was just excited to have dreamed about those two. I'd have either <3
Wednesday 10 April 2013
April 9-10, 2013
I might've been in Hawaii, and I was inside of a luau'd out diner. Lots of little tables and chairs, the kitchen was separated by a wall with a window cut-out without the window. From the kitchen side, there was the sink, cupboards, microwave, etc in front of the wall; if you stood in front of the sink, you'd be looking out of that cut-out window spot. In front of that wall from the dining room side was the cart with all the utensils and napkins and such. I was there, standing and leaning on one of the tables behind the table where a few adults were sitting, drinking coffee, and talking. I guess I knew the owners of the restaurant, since I was there before the time to open the place up. I was watching and listening when the cook, a beautiful Hawaiian woman, and Tyler Shaw (2012 winner of Coca-Cola Covers, but here he was just a guy) walk in, say hi, and go into the kitchen. Tyler smiles at me when he walks by, I guess we were friends.
Now, I don't know where this next part takes place, either right here after the cook and Tyler walk by, or at the beginning, but I was on a suburban street. I think I was walking on the sidewalk, because I remember seeing kids running around on the empty street, their bikes on the lawns of houses nearby. They were pulling pranks on their neighbours. I was carrying a lot of little bags with me, trying to find a nice place to sit, calm myself down. I think I was getting exasperated by my mom and dad talking and yelling at me to do something with my life or something, or I just wanted to be outside on a beautiful day. Anyway, in the bags, I had a bunch of things I thought I would use/get done...Like a Wreck-It-Ralph DVD, for some reason. I found a house with a beautiful porch: flowers on the railings, wicker chairs with cushions, rocking chairs, benches, potted plants. There was a fantastical element to this house, as well as the rest of the neighbourhood. I might've been sketching at the time, when I noticed a few scattered objects on the porch floor, hand made for sale on them. I followed the trail of objects, and it led me to a fenced in backyard, with more railing flowers and a table with cushioned chairs. It was prettily arranged. And for some reason, I kept going back and forth from my seat to the backyard, like I had to. I was content after a while, walking back and forth, when I went back to the porch and ran into the kids with the bikes. One of them was really cute: half Aboriginal and half Caucasian.
I hadn't aged from this time to Hawaii, but the cute kid did: he became Tyler Shaw, really hot, and closer to my age. By the time I came out of my reverie, or whatever that was, the diner got busier, and I was sitting down, surrounded by YouTubers. I can only remember Sam Tsui and Megan Nicole being there, but I know there was more. Everyone was ordering meals and the attractive cook was swamped with making the food. Tyler was the one serving the mostly burgers from the kitchen, and Megan and another young female YouTuber kept trying to get his attention while he was at our table, and he was falling for it. I felt annoyed, because I thought he liked me. (Oh yeah, I'm still a pathetic 16 year old at heart, wanting the attention of every cutie around ^_~) I finished my delicious food and went into the kitchen to wash my own plate. I figured, since I was already back there, I could help out with the rest of the dishes, but when I got to the sink, it was basically empty. I couldn't figure out why, but I did my dish anyway. Megan was there, getting cups for our table, but ultimately trying to flirt with Tyler. While I was at the sink, Tyler was crouched down under the sink, trying to reach for something, and he touched my jean'd knee.
I should mention here that the cover of Begin Again, by Alex Goot, Megan Nicole, and The Piano Guys, was going through my head the entire time this dream was going on. I really wanted to burst out and sing it whenever Tyler/Alex Goot (he might've been there too, but I can't be sure) was around.
I should also say that most of the customers at the diner were only ordering the burgers, which were their signature dish I'm assuming. But as time wore on, the burgers were getting bigger and more outrageous. At one point, one of the people at my table (I guess I got back after my sink bit) ordered a burger, and two men had to carry the plate out from the kitchen.
Now, I thought I knew everyone in the restaurant, like the place was packed with a party for my friends/people I knew, but one of the guys who was carrying the plate I didn't recognize. When he went back to his table, one of his buddies stood up and said that the guy was an alcoholic and that he needed an intervention and a lot of prayer.
I woke up here.
Now, I don't know where this next part takes place, either right here after the cook and Tyler walk by, or at the beginning, but I was on a suburban street. I think I was walking on the sidewalk, because I remember seeing kids running around on the empty street, their bikes on the lawns of houses nearby. They were pulling pranks on their neighbours. I was carrying a lot of little bags with me, trying to find a nice place to sit, calm myself down. I think I was getting exasperated by my mom and dad talking and yelling at me to do something with my life or something, or I just wanted to be outside on a beautiful day. Anyway, in the bags, I had a bunch of things I thought I would use/get done...Like a Wreck-It-Ralph DVD, for some reason. I found a house with a beautiful porch: flowers on the railings, wicker chairs with cushions, rocking chairs, benches, potted plants. There was a fantastical element to this house, as well as the rest of the neighbourhood. I might've been sketching at the time, when I noticed a few scattered objects on the porch floor, hand made for sale on them. I followed the trail of objects, and it led me to a fenced in backyard, with more railing flowers and a table with cushioned chairs. It was prettily arranged. And for some reason, I kept going back and forth from my seat to the backyard, like I had to. I was content after a while, walking back and forth, when I went back to the porch and ran into the kids with the bikes. One of them was really cute: half Aboriginal and half Caucasian.
I hadn't aged from this time to Hawaii, but the cute kid did: he became Tyler Shaw, really hot, and closer to my age. By the time I came out of my reverie, or whatever that was, the diner got busier, and I was sitting down, surrounded by YouTubers. I can only remember Sam Tsui and Megan Nicole being there, but I know there was more. Everyone was ordering meals and the attractive cook was swamped with making the food. Tyler was the one serving the mostly burgers from the kitchen, and Megan and another young female YouTuber kept trying to get his attention while he was at our table, and he was falling for it. I felt annoyed, because I thought he liked me. (Oh yeah, I'm still a pathetic 16 year old at heart, wanting the attention of every cutie around ^_~) I finished my delicious food and went into the kitchen to wash my own plate. I figured, since I was already back there, I could help out with the rest of the dishes, but when I got to the sink, it was basically empty. I couldn't figure out why, but I did my dish anyway. Megan was there, getting cups for our table, but ultimately trying to flirt with Tyler. While I was at the sink, Tyler was crouched down under the sink, trying to reach for something, and he touched my jean'd knee.
I should mention here that the cover of Begin Again, by Alex Goot, Megan Nicole, and The Piano Guys, was going through my head the entire time this dream was going on. I really wanted to burst out and sing it whenever Tyler/Alex Goot (he might've been there too, but I can't be sure) was around.
I should also say that most of the customers at the diner were only ordering the burgers, which were their signature dish I'm assuming. But as time wore on, the burgers were getting bigger and more outrageous. At one point, one of the people at my table (I guess I got back after my sink bit) ordered a burger, and two men had to carry the plate out from the kitchen.
Now, I thought I knew everyone in the restaurant, like the place was packed with a party for my friends/people I knew, but one of the guys who was carrying the plate I didn't recognize. When he went back to his table, one of his buddies stood up and said that the guy was an alcoholic and that he needed an intervention and a lot of prayer.
I woke up here.
April 7-8, 2013
I was driving a burkha-wearing woman somewhere.
But that's all I remember...Haha, my notes are so awesome sometimes -_-
But that's all I remember...Haha, my notes are so awesome sometimes -_-
Sunday 7 April 2013
April 6-7, 2013
I was on an American university campus with my friend, Perla. I don't know why. But she was back from her trip to SE Asia and she was talking about it while we were walking around campus, trying to figure out where to eat for lunch. We walked a lot, going up and down lots of stairs. She was a member of a group on campus, and she wanted to check it out, possibly have lunch there. When we went up to the table to tell the coordinators her name, they told her that she needed to pay $11. And since I wasn't a member of the group, I would have to pay more. It wasn't worth it for me, so we parted ways, her going into the ballroom/gym for the lunch and me trying to find another place to eat. I walked out of the building, and found myself on a dock or a wharf of some kind, right outside the place where Perla and the rest of the group was eating lunch. Anyway, I walked along the wharf and saw what looked like ramps to get onto a boat, like on the SeaBus, a boat that goes from Vancouver to North Van where I live. I figured that they were going to go somewhere, except that Perla didn't tell me about it, so I suspected that everyone in the room having lunch were going to go somewhere without knowing. I turned around to warn my friend, except that's when I woke up.
April 4-5, 2013
It was some kind of treasure hunt with a group of guys and girls. I can't remember the exact numbers because they seemed to have changed throughout the dream. When I wrote down my notes, I said that I could see their faces in my head, but I couldn't give them names except for one, Brenda Song. Ok, so, initially, they (I was watching this all happen) were on a spaceship...or a bus, talking about how to get the treasure ie, find it individually and text each other once they found the treasure, split into groups, or go in one big group like the Goonies. I guess everyone knew each other, but there was one new guy that everyone didn't know, one of the members brought him in because he thought that his friend would be valuable in the hunt. After they got off the spaceship/bus, they went into a warehouse. Then, somehow, it turned into a school, where the first clue was hidden. Some of the team goes to the cafeteria to each lunch first, get energy for the rest of the hunt I guess, and all the girls try to get one of the guys (who's black. It's the truth, that's how the dream went, ok? Don't judge me) to go out with them, but he's either not interested or wants to focus on the job. I'd go with the not interested because that's really how he acted. Anyway, one of the girls in the group doesn't go up to him and ask him, because she says that she doesn't want to ruin her friendship with him. She continues, saying that one day he'll see that she's what he needs and goes on to describe their first date...when everyone in the cafeteria stops talking and listens to her. Obviously, the black guy hears what she says when everyone goes quiet, looks at her, shakes his head, and walks away. The girl is disappointed in herself. Meanwhile, the members of the team who didn't get lunch are in a classroom, trying to find the first clue. Brenda finds it taped under a desk, written on a paper bag. (Apparently there's a technique for taking papers bags off from under desks, but it's hard: she ripped the bottom part of the note, and covered the bottom of the note with duct tape for some weird reason. They probably could've read the note if the bottom part was just ripped off, just piece it back together like a puzzle. Anywho.) The note kept changing states. Like, it was in shreds one minute, perfectly intact the next, readable, not readable, and so on. They try to figure out what the note says when the rest of the team comes into the room, escorted by three nerdy borgs. Everyone introduces themselves. One of the girls' names is a name of a bug, but one of the borgs didn't believe her, so one of the guys pulls out a dictionary. He finds the word and touches the word with his finger: the bug comes out of the pages. It looked like a firefly, but red, and the body was furry. It landed on my finger, flew away, then landed on my finger again. But when it flew away the second time, the bug turned towards my face and flew into my left eye, getting trapped in my eyelashes. I swiped it away in the dream and in real life, and I woke up.
April 3-4, 2013
I'm on the TV show "Grey's Anatomy" set and people, crew and actors, are everywhere. Something bad happened and Patrick Dempsey/Derek Shepherd was the main one involved.
Other than that, I don't remember what else happened. I know that I liked the dream, and that I remembered some more details when I opened my eyes after the dream, but I didn't write down those thoughts right after I opened my eyes, which makes this dream a lot less entertaining to type than I thought it would be.
I could be just adding non-related details to the dream, now, but the dream was like a murder mystery in that there was lot of questioning other doctors/nurses/crew members (I can't remember if this was part of the show or outside of the show, like during breaks of filming) and running around the "hospital."
Other than that, I don't remember what else happened. I know that I liked the dream, and that I remembered some more details when I opened my eyes after the dream, but I didn't write down those thoughts right after I opened my eyes, which makes this dream a lot less entertaining to type than I thought it would be.
I could be just adding non-related details to the dream, now, but the dream was like a murder mystery in that there was lot of questioning other doctors/nurses/crew members (I can't remember if this was part of the show or outside of the show, like during breaks of filming) and running around the "hospital."
March 27-28, 2013
Sorry for not posting these days guys: I've had dreams but I've been too lazy to get my notes down to my laptop and type them out >< But I'm here now, so let's get this started.
I'm at Hope Bay. The camp director, Dustin died, but I don't know how. I might have been told during the dream but I can't remember. A few other staff, Dustin's kids, and I are coming back from the Nu-To-Yu, a second hand store on the island, and as we approach the kids' house, they run to their mom, Christy. She's visibly sad, really wanting to cry, but she's trying to hold it together, not wanting to upset the kids. We hang out at her house for a bit, when I decide to go into the dining hall/kitchen...and I stand there for a minute then walk out. (I have no idea what happened. I probably did want to do something, but I forgot what when I got there. Typical me.) I'm walking back to Christy's house, when someone stops me on the way, telling me that Ken, the facilities manager, died in a really bad car accident.
I don't remember what happened after, if the dream continued or my reaction to that news or my waking up...Yeah, I don't remember when I woke up. Strange.
Now that I think about it though, those two deaths would be a really hard blow for the camp, and I would probably be depressed for a while.
Friday 22 March 2013
March 22 Nap
I don't ever take naps...so this was a surprise. And I dreamed!
I was in a dressing room, discussing my wardrobe for a show/filming. My make-up artist said that I would look like a completely different person after she was done with me, in French. (I don't wear make-up on a daily basis. I rarely wear it for formal occasions too.)
And that was it.
I was in a dressing room, discussing my wardrobe for a show/filming. My make-up artist said that I would look like a completely different person after she was done with me, in French. (I don't wear make-up on a daily basis. I rarely wear it for formal occasions too.)
And that was it.
Wednesday 20 March 2013
March 18-19, 2013
It seemed like I had different dreams, but they were just quick scene changes. Anyway, let's get into it.
Dad and I were going to meet Mom and my sister at Deer Lake in Burnaby. When we got there, it looked different: less gravel for the paths, more overgrown grass, and more hill-y. We eventually found them, closer to the lake, with our dog, Tori, trying to get her into the water. There was a bunker in one of the hills; we went inside to sit, cool down, and talk. Something was happening in the bunker though: men were coming out of nowhere, shouting, like we were at war. We decided to stand up and walk around the bunker, to see what else was inside the hill. While we were walking, the bunker changed into a ferry/cruise ship, the weirdest ship I ever saw. There was a cafeteria and dining tables on the top levels, the rooms/cabins were down in the lower levels. The cafeteria had everything, it looked like a Wonderful Buffet (the one in Bellingham, the only one I've ever been to) and an H-Mart/Asian supermarket mixed together. You could get stuff from the market through the cafe. Before I started exploring the cafe, my sister and I reserved a table for our family, on the top level, closest to the food. A waitress came up to us, saying that she'd keep an eye on the table for us. We thanked her and walked away. I started walking in between the aisles of the market, losing my sister somewhere (she probably walked off on her own adventure), and kept passing the liquid yogurt. (Asians, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. At least, I hope you do.) While I was walking, I noticed that the waitress was working all by herself; she was the only waitress on duty, and she wasn't that attractive. Another weird aspect: she was giving out bath/beach towels to the people dining, like they were their only napkins for the entire time. Anyway, at one point, I was wet, and naked. Don't ask me how because I don't remember. Maybe a lobster tank was involved, but I think I'm making that up. I didn't have a towel, but I wasn't self-conscious. I just covered my breasts and tried to find the closet the waitress went to for the towels. I did, semi-quickly, and dried and covered myself. Then, I went to find the rest of my family. I found my parents, on a lower level, and they said they were saving the table they were sitting at for the family. I told them that I had reserved a table also, and that it was closer to the food. They abandoned their table and started walking with me. All of a sudden, I saw Nat and his family walk into the room. We said hi and hung out together for a bit. At this point, the ship turned into a ferry, the Queen of Nanaimo to be exact, and we forgot about food. The ferry was nearing a berth, and someone in our group said we could wait a little longer to go back to our cars. I said they unload the cars almost right after docking so we should head down now. We were going down to the parking levels when we got lost in the parking lot...and I woke up.
Dad and I were going to meet Mom and my sister at Deer Lake in Burnaby. When we got there, it looked different: less gravel for the paths, more overgrown grass, and more hill-y. We eventually found them, closer to the lake, with our dog, Tori, trying to get her into the water. There was a bunker in one of the hills; we went inside to sit, cool down, and talk. Something was happening in the bunker though: men were coming out of nowhere, shouting, like we were at war. We decided to stand up and walk around the bunker, to see what else was inside the hill. While we were walking, the bunker changed into a ferry/cruise ship, the weirdest ship I ever saw. There was a cafeteria and dining tables on the top levels, the rooms/cabins were down in the lower levels. The cafeteria had everything, it looked like a Wonderful Buffet (the one in Bellingham, the only one I've ever been to) and an H-Mart/Asian supermarket mixed together. You could get stuff from the market through the cafe. Before I started exploring the cafe, my sister and I reserved a table for our family, on the top level, closest to the food. A waitress came up to us, saying that she'd keep an eye on the table for us. We thanked her and walked away. I started walking in between the aisles of the market, losing my sister somewhere (she probably walked off on her own adventure), and kept passing the liquid yogurt. (Asians, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. At least, I hope you do.) While I was walking, I noticed that the waitress was working all by herself; she was the only waitress on duty, and she wasn't that attractive. Another weird aspect: she was giving out bath/beach towels to the people dining, like they were their only napkins for the entire time. Anyway, at one point, I was wet, and naked. Don't ask me how because I don't remember. Maybe a lobster tank was involved, but I think I'm making that up. I didn't have a towel, but I wasn't self-conscious. I just covered my breasts and tried to find the closet the waitress went to for the towels. I did, semi-quickly, and dried and covered myself. Then, I went to find the rest of my family. I found my parents, on a lower level, and they said they were saving the table they were sitting at for the family. I told them that I had reserved a table also, and that it was closer to the food. They abandoned their table and started walking with me. All of a sudden, I saw Nat and his family walk into the room. We said hi and hung out together for a bit. At this point, the ship turned into a ferry, the Queen of Nanaimo to be exact, and we forgot about food. The ferry was nearing a berth, and someone in our group said we could wait a little longer to go back to our cars. I said they unload the cars almost right after docking so we should head down now. We were going down to the parking levels when we got lost in the parking lot...and I woke up.
March 17-18, 2013
I had two dreams...
- I don't remember this one at all, except that it was a dance/prom at a high school...Yup.
- I was at high school. I was in class when some Korean kids were tormenting non-Korean students. The me-self in the dream didn't know, but those Korean kids eventually killed the non-Korean students. I stood up for the kid that was being tormented, and told them that I was half Chinese, half Korean. The girl in the group didn't believe me though because I could understand what she was saying in Korean. (She was speaking in Korean before this, and after I said what ethnicities I was.) The group left, and a man from church came to see what happened. One of the Korean boys pulled out a CD of his pocket, and said that he believed in God, but when the man asks him what's his favourite Christian song, the boy backs away and runs, muttering that he hadn't had a chance to listen to the CD yet. The man sat next to the bullied kid, I'm on the other side of him, and I listen. I start to cry when I hear the kid telling his story with their bullying. I wake up, dry sobbing, because of the dream. [The only thing I got out of that was that I really don't like Koreans...which is kinda true?]
March 16-17, 2013
I'm at Hope Bay.
I think I've told you guys about this place before, and it's been the setting of my dreams before...Or maybe I haven't. Anyway, I definitely mentioned it in one of my 50 facts post on my regular blog (paulajaey.blogspot.ca). And maybe later in the future, I'll go into more detail about the connection I have with the place on that blog, but right now, let's get back to the dream.
It was during one of the summer camps, and we all went on a hike, including myself, I was a cabin leader for the girls. When we got back to the camp, we found that dinner wasn't set up. Usually, the kitchen staff set up the tables with glasses and juice and/or water jugs, but there weren't any out. No one was in the kitchen either: no cook and no kitchen staff. Everyone just started to sit down at their cabin tables and talk. Then, for some reason, a few people started bringing out juice jugs from the kitchen, but that was it. Also, continuity error: where did the people come from?? Anyway, I looked around, frustrated, and put it upon myself to set up the tables. I filled up water jugs, bringing them to the tables, as well as plates and salad. I got even more angry because while I was doing this, campers and staff were calling out my name for stuff they needed. They, especially the staff, could've stood up and gotten the stuff themselves, but they didn't. While I was still putting things on tables, people were getting up to get food...and they came back to their tables with food. I was going back and forth from the kitchen, but didn't see any food on the sideboard, so this was confusing to me.
One more, probably insignificant detail for you but important for me, thing to say: the dish pit was set up different from how it actually is at camp. On one of the walls, where a whiteboard actually is, is where the "dirty dishes" counter and sprayer were. Then, the tap was right next to the disinfecting machine, when it should've been on the next wall.
The last thing I remember before waking up, was that one of the staff, Jordan, asked me for something when I dropped a plate of salad off at his table. I got mad and said I only had two hands, because I still had a jug of water and plates against my body to get to other tables. Bob and Sue, past director and cook, were sitting at his table, smiling at me.
So yeah, that was a strange one...Although I could see it happening.
I think I've told you guys about this place before, and it's been the setting of my dreams before...Or maybe I haven't. Anyway, I definitely mentioned it in one of my 50 facts post on my regular blog (paulajaey.blogspot.ca). And maybe later in the future, I'll go into more detail about the connection I have with the place on that blog, but right now, let's get back to the dream.
It was during one of the summer camps, and we all went on a hike, including myself, I was a cabin leader for the girls. When we got back to the camp, we found that dinner wasn't set up. Usually, the kitchen staff set up the tables with glasses and juice and/or water jugs, but there weren't any out. No one was in the kitchen either: no cook and no kitchen staff. Everyone just started to sit down at their cabin tables and talk. Then, for some reason, a few people started bringing out juice jugs from the kitchen, but that was it. Also, continuity error: where did the people come from?? Anyway, I looked around, frustrated, and put it upon myself to set up the tables. I filled up water jugs, bringing them to the tables, as well as plates and salad. I got even more angry because while I was doing this, campers and staff were calling out my name for stuff they needed. They, especially the staff, could've stood up and gotten the stuff themselves, but they didn't. While I was still putting things on tables, people were getting up to get food...and they came back to their tables with food. I was going back and forth from the kitchen, but didn't see any food on the sideboard, so this was confusing to me.
One more, probably insignificant detail for you but important for me, thing to say: the dish pit was set up different from how it actually is at camp. On one of the walls, where a whiteboard actually is, is where the "dirty dishes" counter and sprayer were. Then, the tap was right next to the disinfecting machine, when it should've been on the next wall.
The last thing I remember before waking up, was that one of the staff, Jordan, asked me for something when I dropped a plate of salad off at his table. I got mad and said I only had two hands, because I still had a jug of water and plates against my body to get to other tables. Bob and Sue, past director and cook, were sitting at his table, smiling at me.
So yeah, that was a strange one...Although I could see it happening.
Tuesday 19 March 2013
March 13-14, 2013
We were in Arizona, my family and I, except that we all got there individually. There were also a bunch of my parents' Korean friends there too. We met at an ocean, or a lake, since Arizona doesn't touch the coast...Anyway, before you hit the sand of the beach, there's a grassy hill: this is where we were sitting. I decide to write my reply letter to my friend Tavneet while we're there. At this time, I'm apparently pen pal-ing it up with her: we send a blue pencil crayon tin back and forth with our letters. Inside the tin, there are a bunch of different writing utensils, as well as this liquid white out which is transparent. For some reason, I don't know what it is and I want to taste it to find out what it is. [Something you should know, I don't taste things, especially if I think they are toxic. I guess I don't care about my well-being in this dream.] I put the liquid in my mouth, and it's disgusting. I run to get the stuff out of my mouth, going towards the water of the beach. When I run down the grassy hill, it turns into a house, like my friend Carol's. Let's just say the house has a lot of floors, so lots of stairs. I end up in the bathroom in the basement, passing the room where my dad and a few other Koreans are talking. I rinse my mouth and then go back upstairs to where my sister is. But then I have to go back down to the bathroom because the taste comes back. I don't know why I have to keep going to that specific bathroom, but I do. I go about 5 times or so, and my dad and everyone else is joking that I have bowel issues. Also, I should note that while I'm going up and down the stairs, I'm holding a sandwich plastic bag full of water, to eventually drink. [I don't know why I don't use that water when I'm upstairs, just spit out of a window or something.] I'm in the bathroom spitting into the sink for the however many times it is when I wake up, with spit on my cheek.
Yay. I love it when bodily fluids are out of me when I wake up...And that sounds weird. Bye for now!
Yay. I love it when bodily fluids are out of me when I wake up...And that sounds weird. Bye for now!
Wednesday 13 March 2013
March 8-9, 2013...Or Other Date
I don't remember the context. At all. I dreamed it a while ago. But my sister and I were together and we were debating on the importance of canned food for something...probably giving it to a food bank. Which is obviously important.
That's it.
Disappointment all around. I haven't been having dreams, says the girl who has a dream blog.
That's it.
Disappointment all around. I haven't been having dreams, says the girl who has a dream blog.
Friday 8 March 2013
March 6-7, 2013
Ok guys, so this dream...I don't remember at all.
I only remember that I felt scared, and I had tears in my eyes when I woke up.
It was still dark when I got up from the dream too, so I didn't take notes about it, since there wasn't enough light to see. I also told myself I didn't want to remember the dream, because it was so scary.
I told my sister, today, March 8th, that it was about a kid, younger than us, who was going around murdering people, and everyone else in the world couldn't guess it was him.
And now I just realized that this sounds a little like my previous dream post, but it was definitely a different kid. I think in my NCIS dream, the kid was one of those wannabe gangster types, trying to act all tough, but kinda clean cut (his hair was brown, cut short and gelled). He might've been around 10 or 11. In this dream, the kid was younger...maybe 8 or 9, and he had long, curly blond hair.
I think my dreams are becoming more disturbing these days. Let's pray it doesn't continue the next few nights.
I only remember that I felt scared, and I had tears in my eyes when I woke up.
It was still dark when I got up from the dream too, so I didn't take notes about it, since there wasn't enough light to see. I also told myself I didn't want to remember the dream, because it was so scary.
I told my sister, today, March 8th, that it was about a kid, younger than us, who was going around murdering people, and everyone else in the world couldn't guess it was him.
And now I just realized that this sounds a little like my previous dream post, but it was definitely a different kid. I think in my NCIS dream, the kid was one of those wannabe gangster types, trying to act all tough, but kinda clean cut (his hair was brown, cut short and gelled). He might've been around 10 or 11. In this dream, the kid was younger...maybe 8 or 9, and he had long, curly blond hair.
I think my dreams are becoming more disturbing these days. Let's pray it doesn't continue the next few nights.
Wednesday 6 March 2013
March 5-6, 2013
I had "two" dreams. I'm sure you've experienced something like it as well. Here we go.
(1) It was winter, and snow was everywhere. (It's a good chance that it wasn't the Lower Mainland in British Columbia.) Me and a few girls I didn't know were all bundled up to protect ourselves from the cold. We were making our way to a house in the middle of nowhere to talk about a WeTopia expansion pack. (WeTopia is a Facebook game that I am obsessed with. You should join it; while you play, you help people around the world, like Haiti and USA. Africa is soon to profit from the aid, so the game page says.) I was driving, and we parked the car in the city of Vancouver, under a highway. (If you know the Vancouver area, you should know what I'm talking about: the parking lot looked like the parking lot I parked in, but it wasn't exactly there.) Then we started to walk in the direction of the house, since you can't get to it by car apparently. We eventually got to the area: it was covered in snow, three really big houses side by side, encircling a pond, which was frozen. I guess the makers of the expansion pack had a really big family, the reason for so many houses. And the three other girls thought it'd be a good idea to walk on the pond, since the fastest way to get anywhere is to walk in a straight line to where you need to go. Logical, but I didn't agree. They started walking on the ice anyway, so for some reason, I had to follow. We walked on the ice, fairly quickly I might add, while I was freaking out in my head, and then went up to ring the doorbell of the middle house. A little girl answered the door, and when we asked for her dad, she said to come in and yelled for him. She went right back to her computer: geeky dad, geeky family, haha. Anyway, we asked about the expansion pack, got a quick answer, and then the creator wanted to accompany us back to my car. We said that'd be great. When we were getting ready to go out the door, the guy asked us if we crossed the pond. We said we had, and he reprimanded us for doing so since we could've fallen through the ice. We defended ourselves by saying that we were careful (when we weren't) and that it was fine, since we didn't break the ice. I think we were going to cross the ice again when the maker said that his car was in the garage. He drove it out, we piled in, and we made our way to the parking lot. He parked once we got close to the lot, and we walked around it to get to my car. There was something weird about this parking lot: I think it was that we could walk in between the cars when we first parked the car, but when coming back in, we needed to take the shortest possible walking distance to the car. In other words, we couldn't walk back to the car through the parking lot. I don't know why, but that's how it was. When we finally got closer to my car, the guy said that I parked smart, parking closer to the exit, and that he could've just driven up to the gate and dropped us off instead of walking us to it. After he says that, he continues on to say that now he needs to figure out how to get back to his car. Then, I see Alain MacBean (a past director at a camp I go to every summer). We exchange a few words, asking how we're doing and so on, while we line up to get into the parking lot. Yes, more niceties to get inside a place that keeps our cars. This is when the dream changed...Or some time passed and then I kept on dreaming.
But before I go on, I just want to say a couple things.
If you knew me, you'd know that I love the TV shows NCIS, and it's branch-off NCIS: LA. They're two of my favourite shows that I continue to watch. So imagine my surprise when the cast of NCIS filters its way into my dream...Hopefully you know the show too, otherwise you're going to get confused. I won't be doing multiple parentheses like I did we the first dream, sorry.
(2) Gibbs and the team get a call that there's a family who keeps getting kidnapped from and eventually killed, and they suspect the culprit is someone in the family. Now, the team doesn't know who in the family is doing it, but I, the dreamer, do. It's one of the younger sons, because before the team gets the call, I get a little "meanwhile" segment, and the son has an uncle or other male figure in a chair, tied up, and the kid is about to torch the guy. (I'm assuming that the male figure dies.) Anyway, the NCIS team goes to the family's house (which looks a lot like the houses from the first dream, the three houses and a pond, but is a little different: there's the main house, which is a mansion, and there are multiple garages around the house), gets to know them, and becomes their body guards in a sense. The next day is a Sunday, and the family goes to church. The team accompanies them, but near the beginning of the service, the dad realizes that someone is missing. (A few of the children actually.) The dad goes back home to get them, but he doesn't come back to the church. Gibbs gets suspicious, but they don't go back home until the service is ended. (I guess respect for religious people or whatever.) When they get home, the kids are fine, sitting around the television, eating, doing their thing, but they can't find the dad. NCIS starts searching the house, with the rest of the family all together in one room. The scene cuts to a garage: the dad is tied up and gagged to a chair, and the son is circling his dad and taunting him. After he finishes his ruse, the son is about to kill the dad (I don't know how) when the team crashes into the garage and interrupts his ceremony. The son runs, of course, and goes in the backyard, where there's a dirt racetrack, with junk cars inside and outside the track. Somehow, Fornell is added to the equation, and he joins in the chase. At one point, the son gets hold of a motorbike and starts riding the track. Director Vance comes along now on his 3-wheel blue motorcycle that fits three people. Gibbs hijacks the director's bike, invites 2 others to hop on, and takes off to stop the son. They go around the track a few times, in the opposite direction of the son, until Gibbs crashes into the son's motorbike, which is now a car. When they open the driver's side door, the son looks older, about 20 years old with black curly hair, and is unconscious. I wake up here.
I also made a note there was another dream in between the 2 I just wrote about, and I enjoyed that one too.
I hope you had fun reading. This one was a long one.
(1) It was winter, and snow was everywhere. (It's a good chance that it wasn't the Lower Mainland in British Columbia.) Me and a few girls I didn't know were all bundled up to protect ourselves from the cold. We were making our way to a house in the middle of nowhere to talk about a WeTopia expansion pack. (WeTopia is a Facebook game that I am obsessed with. You should join it; while you play, you help people around the world, like Haiti and USA. Africa is soon to profit from the aid, so the game page says.) I was driving, and we parked the car in the city of Vancouver, under a highway. (If you know the Vancouver area, you should know what I'm talking about: the parking lot looked like the parking lot I parked in, but it wasn't exactly there.) Then we started to walk in the direction of the house, since you can't get to it by car apparently. We eventually got to the area: it was covered in snow, three really big houses side by side, encircling a pond, which was frozen. I guess the makers of the expansion pack had a really big family, the reason for so many houses. And the three other girls thought it'd be a good idea to walk on the pond, since the fastest way to get anywhere is to walk in a straight line to where you need to go. Logical, but I didn't agree. They started walking on the ice anyway, so for some reason, I had to follow. We walked on the ice, fairly quickly I might add, while I was freaking out in my head, and then went up to ring the doorbell of the middle house. A little girl answered the door, and when we asked for her dad, she said to come in and yelled for him. She went right back to her computer: geeky dad, geeky family, haha. Anyway, we asked about the expansion pack, got a quick answer, and then the creator wanted to accompany us back to my car. We said that'd be great. When we were getting ready to go out the door, the guy asked us if we crossed the pond. We said we had, and he reprimanded us for doing so since we could've fallen through the ice. We defended ourselves by saying that we were careful (when we weren't) and that it was fine, since we didn't break the ice. I think we were going to cross the ice again when the maker said that his car was in the garage. He drove it out, we piled in, and we made our way to the parking lot. He parked once we got close to the lot, and we walked around it to get to my car. There was something weird about this parking lot: I think it was that we could walk in between the cars when we first parked the car, but when coming back in, we needed to take the shortest possible walking distance to the car. In other words, we couldn't walk back to the car through the parking lot. I don't know why, but that's how it was. When we finally got closer to my car, the guy said that I parked smart, parking closer to the exit, and that he could've just driven up to the gate and dropped us off instead of walking us to it. After he says that, he continues on to say that now he needs to figure out how to get back to his car. Then, I see Alain MacBean (a past director at a camp I go to every summer). We exchange a few words, asking how we're doing and so on, while we line up to get into the parking lot. Yes, more niceties to get inside a place that keeps our cars. This is when the dream changed...Or some time passed and then I kept on dreaming.
But before I go on, I just want to say a couple things.
If you knew me, you'd know that I love the TV shows NCIS, and it's branch-off NCIS: LA. They're two of my favourite shows that I continue to watch. So imagine my surprise when the cast of NCIS filters its way into my dream...Hopefully you know the show too, otherwise you're going to get confused. I won't be doing multiple parentheses like I did we the first dream, sorry.
(2) Gibbs and the team get a call that there's a family who keeps getting kidnapped from and eventually killed, and they suspect the culprit is someone in the family. Now, the team doesn't know who in the family is doing it, but I, the dreamer, do. It's one of the younger sons, because before the team gets the call, I get a little "meanwhile" segment, and the son has an uncle or other male figure in a chair, tied up, and the kid is about to torch the guy. (I'm assuming that the male figure dies.) Anyway, the NCIS team goes to the family's house (which looks a lot like the houses from the first dream, the three houses and a pond, but is a little different: there's the main house, which is a mansion, and there are multiple garages around the house), gets to know them, and becomes their body guards in a sense. The next day is a Sunday, and the family goes to church. The team accompanies them, but near the beginning of the service, the dad realizes that someone is missing. (A few of the children actually.) The dad goes back home to get them, but he doesn't come back to the church. Gibbs gets suspicious, but they don't go back home until the service is ended. (I guess respect for religious people or whatever.) When they get home, the kids are fine, sitting around the television, eating, doing their thing, but they can't find the dad. NCIS starts searching the house, with the rest of the family all together in one room. The scene cuts to a garage: the dad is tied up and gagged to a chair, and the son is circling his dad and taunting him. After he finishes his ruse, the son is about to kill the dad (I don't know how) when the team crashes into the garage and interrupts his ceremony. The son runs, of course, and goes in the backyard, where there's a dirt racetrack, with junk cars inside and outside the track. Somehow, Fornell is added to the equation, and he joins in the chase. At one point, the son gets hold of a motorbike and starts riding the track. Director Vance comes along now on his 3-wheel blue motorcycle that fits three people. Gibbs hijacks the director's bike, invites 2 others to hop on, and takes off to stop the son. They go around the track a few times, in the opposite direction of the son, until Gibbs crashes into the son's motorbike, which is now a car. When they open the driver's side door, the son looks older, about 20 years old with black curly hair, and is unconscious. I wake up here.
I also made a note there was another dream in between the 2 I just wrote about, and I enjoyed that one too.
I hope you had fun reading. This one was a long one.
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