Sunday, 7 April 2013
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?]
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