Big dreams

How do you get a big dream? Sleep for a long time. Thank you, Lord, for Saturday.

My dream last night had its token strange parts, it was sad yet hopeful, as well.

The dream started out while I was driving, a long distance, with my Dad. A lot happened in this driving dream, it was about travelling on the highway, I think as one point we were in a motorcycle and I was in that little round thing off on the side. Anyway, how the rest of my dreams went came from the ending of this dream – with my Dad falling asleep or getting sick or dying at the wheel. Panic ensued, and people came around, and somehow my dad and I got separated.

I get home and it’s not my house, but its where we’ve been living. Earlier in my dreams I had been here. It was a modern, Frank Lloyd Wright style house from the seventies. I don’t know who else lived here. Either my housemates, or my dad or my mom. Either way, my mom is there and has tidied up the nicknacks. Everything is in boxes somewhere, as mom is getting ready to show the house to sell it. She knows dad is sick/dead. So she’s getting ready to sell the house.

We have to drive to the hospital. I think at this point I’m being driven by Sarah and Matt. I see beautiful houses that are empty and I think I could probably live in them with Will soon.

Driving around the hospital grounds, it’s the size of a university campus. I could’ve sworn dad was driving, we drove over sidewalks and paths designed for people, which I wasn’t going to get on him about but then we saw where we needed to go was at the other end of this flower garden and of course, drove over the flowers, to my horror.

More horrifying was this loading dock we drove up to. It was where you picked up bodies, and it was attached to the morgue. It had a a spray painted sign that said, “Pick up baby bodies here” and another sign beneath nailed on that said, “Limit four per day” which made me think that you could take baby bodies for scientific purposes.

When I got out of the car, I realized that no one knew if my dad was dead or just dying in this hospital. He could’ve been sick. I hugged Sarah and cried. She was really comforting. Warm and soft, like a good friend.

Walking through the hospital was very strange. It was old, poorly lit, lots of empty rooms, but clearly still operational. We were looking after children, for some reason, and tried to get this one boy to pee who was one or two years old. He peed but then the little babies at my feet started to pee and it got all over me and I got really grossed out so I went into this little cubby and took a shower and used lots of soap.

When I came out I had difficulty getting my clothes back on. Typical dream style, getting tangled in the idea of complicated clothing. I put it on right eventually.

And that’s the last thing I remember.

Crows

Crows woke me up this morning. I felt like going out on my balcony and throwing rocks at them. Otherwise, it was a beautiful morning.

These last two nights I have woken up grateful to have slept, and haven’t been able to remember my dreams. I can assure you, however, that I did dream.

I wish I were dreaming

Last night, and the night before, the most bizarre things that happened weren’t in my dreams. Certainly, the long drawn out conversation I had with a guy in a suburban alley who told me the Korean word for weasel because I was playing with his ferret (whose skin was moveable and the ferret was moving around in it), was strange. It was also strange when in that same alley a raccoon walked over my face and in one swift movement I punted him off before he could pee on me.

But the strangest thing that happened two nights ago was the sound of gunfire. Someone discharged a weapon. Nine shots. Unloaded a clip. No glass breaking, no sirens, no screaming. I was scared, and prayed, and contemplated calling the police, but after all that, I went back to sleep. It was 2:07 am.

The strangest thing that happened LAST night was being awoke at 4 am by the sound of voices outside my window (which I leave open), of men walking by.

Guy one: “(Couldn’t discern &&&) five hundred dollars!”

Guy two: “Yea man but (&&&&) where to get (&&&) five THOUSAND dollars!!!” (excited)

Then they spent a suspiciously long and silent amount of time in the parking lot at the back of the building (near my window, but out of sight), and then drove away in a van.

This stressed me out. I basically assumed that I had just witnessed them steal a car. I assumed they would try and sell it for five hundred dollars, and were high on adrenaline. The second guy I assumed was excited about it because either a) there was another car this guy knew of he could get for five thousand dollars or b) there was a place they could turn this in for five thousand dollars. I can’t explain why they were so quiet and talked in hushed tones, but it was 4:17 am. The other option is they were all going to work together in that van. They took long to leave because they got in the van quickly, and then sat in there, talking, before leaving. Maybe this is their van and one of them lives in the building, and they met their friends at the front, which would explain why they took the route under my window. Or they’re just there because they live nearby. Or maybe they’re traveling circus performers and they stashed their van in the parking and had just come back from a night of fun?

My mind has an active imagination, and for my nerves sake, I’ve been trying to believe the latter, harmless version of my mid-night horrors. “He’s just firing into the ground or at a target. I didn’t just hear someone get murdered. I didn’t just hear someone fire a gun randomly into the air.” Now to pray I don’t get shot by stray bullets. Eh. Now to pray.

Much Ado About Nothing

The title: my dream has a rather classic love story to it. Two people hate each other, then they fall in love.

The scene for this dream was an old fifties diner, something you’d see in the movie Grease, or in Wisconsin. And I think somehow it was the end of the world. I had written or said something, and this guy criticized me heavily. The first half of the dream involved our arguments. There were other people around, and they were his friends, but mostly just felt awkward by it all. It then changed at one point, where he no longer was arguing with me, but instead it was very clear we were attracted to each other, and we tried to sneak in holding hands, but whenever these public displays of affection occurred, people made a big hubbub about it. There was a lot of detail in this dream, because I’m pretty sure there was some sort of uniting force involved (like the end of the world or something like that), but I can’t remember it.

I also had a little dream about my boyfriend’s dog, again. And his mom. She called, asking for advice about the dog, or I called her, and we were trying to figure something out for Christina, or someone else who wanted advice on big dogs.

There was also a piece of art in my dream. In the last dream I had, I had superpowers, or I didn’t and we were fighting against these other humans who did in a large apartment-style building. A lot like the movie, “Children of Men.” And I’m pretty sure I attacked, or at least confronted, the lead singer from Evanescence.

Inspiration

Dreams have been coming very easily these last two nights, and today, at noon, when I took a one hour nap. I have been working hard (nine to five and the playing host and tour guide) and my mind is quick to take over from my exhausted body. But I can’t remember my dreams. They’re vivid, and then gone.

The Hotel

I had something, a brief snippet of what I had dreamt of last night, but I woke up not caring very much whether I remembered my dreams today or not, because I was just so glad that my headache was gone. Yesterday I had my first experience of a migraine, and it was glorious to finally get to bed.

Here is a vague shadow of my dream: I was at a hotel (I think), there were five things, I had the first one, and was concerned about the rest.

Bible camp

I went to a conference in my dream. When I walked in, I scanned the crowd for people I knew, and Mr. White was there, my middle school principal.

Throughout I struggled with modesty. I had a bra I was wearing at one point and I put on a tube top, but I wanted a shirt to put on top of that. Every now and then I’d realize what I was wearing and trying to cover myself up.

There was a room full of student leaders. Or at least Christians. We were discussing something, and then a girl started to pray loudly, and I got impatient with what she was saying, and interrupted, summed up what she was saying succinctly, and implied, with the use of an icicle as an example, that what she was expecting was unbiblical. We shouldn’t pray to make our hand not cold if we still want to hold the icicle, was my point. She left, offended, as did others.

At one point while people at the front were speaking using a microphone, an old, large (like, larger than she should’ve been, she could stick the mic in her mouth), black woman stood up. White hair and flowery purple dress. She had trouble speaking because she was so old.  She approached the mic and basically interrupted Becky Cheung. It was an intimate setting, there was no stage, but it was awkward. Because she got a mic and I thought at first maybe she was trying to say she was having a stroke and we’d have to call an ambulance. She mumble on, and I think said something encouraging, before sitting down, when I remember breathing a sigh of relief.

Unleashed

The only dream I can remember from last night involved pets. Yesterday I spent about two hours figuring out the Sims, and buying pets, and training them (or trying to).  The expansion pack to the Sims that has pets is called ‘Unleashed.’

I was walking down the street. I was on a hill, and at the bottom of the hill, was the end of the street, and a forested park and picnic area. On my right was an all orange, strangely-shaped cat. There were a number of things strange about it, because it was a life-sized version of what looked liked a 3D animation. It was chunky, and round, and had certain movements it made over and over again. It was a tiger, I knew, and I called it tiger, but it was all orange. The movements of the pets in the Sims are quite realistic, but what made this cat very 3D-looking was the fact that it had hard edges. No whiskers on the face.

I walked down the street with this pen, who was on a choke chain. The choke chain seemed to have a hundred feet of chain, all of which I noticed at the park was let out. I tried to wrap it up. I also tried getting the cat to come over, and sit and stay, options for training your pet in the Sims. The success rate was about 50/50, but I could hardly tell. The problem was there were other cats around, which was distracting to both Tiger and myself (except these were small, like the ones in the game, normal cat size, not this giant version a little larger than a golden retriever). People, or maybe just a pet trainer, got concerned about my giant tiger.

What?!

I can only remember three fragments of my dreams last night, so they are going to sound more odd than usual.

First: There was a bomb shelter in the middle of the forest. As I write this I seem to remember there being some covert operation being run out of it. There was a woman in black, like Trinity from the Matrix, except she was french. The ‘bomb shelter’ was really just this dome-like structure built into the side of a trench that bordered the edge of the forest. I also vaguely remember a grizzly bear – but that might have been in dream number two & three, and that might’ve been Baron, the Newfoundland dog.

Second: This took place in the middle of a hubbub around something else. I don’t remember why, which is why this sounds so odd: I ran into a room where Jon Foster was lying on the ground, with light coming in a window on him, it was a messy room, the room was in the middle of Will’s house, except it looked like the Modern Languages department. There was a bunk bed in this room but Jon was on the floor, face down and sleeping/distraught. “Guess what?” I tell him excitedly, as I bend over him and shake his shoulders, “We’re going to use multi-coloured  shirts!” Somehow this was exciting and solved everything.

Third: Jon Foster again, except this time he was Christian Ezell, and he was lowering a giant fine art painting down on the house, which I suppose had no roof. We all looked up and laughed. It had a frame, but as it got lower down to the property (this house was on a corner lot, on a hill over-looking suburbs and a lake in the distance – this isn’t the first time the Ivy house has been this), the painting got cropped so it wouldn’t be bigger that our property. First the frame, then the mat. We laughed at this because Jon Foster/Christian Ezell felt kinda awkward. I don’t know the point of lowering a big painting from the sky face down so we could see it, but we laughed.

Weird dreams.

I was a ninja, that could fly

This dream was, for the most part, incredibly scary. Last night was very hot, and I tried to sleep with a wet sheet on top of me (removed from the laundry before it got to the dryer, kapiche?). Needless to say, I was uncomfortable, often.

My first memory of the dream was that I was in a jungle, observing with a companion, the way this people group lived in the woods. I think we were in Thailand, for how they dressed. I saw a woman, from behind, standing, looking off into the forest, when spears started to shoot out. It was like they were coming out of a machine gun, I saw it all happen in slow motion, they started to shoot past her and then in perfect intervals, without changing their height from the ground, started to shoot closer and closer to her, until I saw a spear shoot through her neck, leaving a round hole. I don’t know how I saw it from this perspective, I was behind her, but clearly not actually there, when it happened. It was at this point I realized these men with spears were after me. I turned to my companion, an older man who had shown me this, and said goodbye. Now I was on the run.

Again.

There was a house swarmed by these murderous Thai people. I climbed in a window at the front of the house, figuring it would be best to hide from them right under their nose. Once I was in the room I realized a guy was coming to check it out and I had to find a place to hide, and I couldn’t see anywhere I’d be able to fit. I tried to get up on top of the door, so that when he came in and looked around, if he didn’t look up, I’d be safe. This happened, but I knew he’d be back to lock closer. Then this dream ended. Or I left. Because the next thing I remember (after what I vaguely remember being a chase scene), was being at a Starbucks, and realizing I had to get serious. I had to use the fact that I had superpowers. So I flew home. Few people realized my feet didn’t touch the ground, but I was traveling about the speed of a car down the sidewalk.

I got to my grandma’s house, which was a hospital. There were all these nurses there, in blue, bright, vivid, dark blue. There was something wrong about this scene. Somehow I knew it was creepy. I saw maps and charts, and something creepy had happened to these people. I found out later they had slept for a year, and then would wake up and never have to sleep again, just die in twenty years or something. It was very strange because they lived in cages. It was all they needed to store their stuff. Will Smith was a nurse, and he fell in love with me somehow. And there was some other guy with him. They explained to me how everything had gone down. It was some end-of-the-world measure. I noticed other nurses in bathing suits from American Apparel. I recently saw an ad for them on facebook. Will Smith at this point made it clear to me that we could never have sex, because only porn stars got naked. Then the bathing suit girls started undressing, but they were on top of a white plastic mountain with some guy, so you didn’t see anything.  Perspective changed a lot in this dream. I was always seeing things from different angles.