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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.