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Dreams are bizarre sometimes. And there is nothing better than telling people about that crazy dream you had...
I dreamt that Sandra Bullock was telling me that she was into Jeremy Wagner and I was trying to convince her that Jeremy wouldn't be interested... Sorry Jer if I've spoiled your chances...
Same dream- Phil has put himself in a hypnotic state and is living in some bushes by a church because Jen is out of town and he wants the time to go by quickly until she returns. It was snowing. I was wearing shorts. There were fireworks on the opposite side of the church from where Phil was hanging out, and a group of people tried to convince him that he should go around and try to watch the fireworks that were exploding over a gigantic sorceror's apprentice Mickey Mouse....
That was most of the dream.
I once dreamed through aalib.
im convinced that this is why i remain single... which really sucks, BTW. it sucks more and more lately...
I never remember my dreams. I'll wake up in the middle of the night and remember it very cleary and think, 'Woah! That was such a great dream, I've got to remember that." By morning I all I know is I woke up in th emiddle of the night and had some gerat dream that I can't even begin to recall. I should keep a notebook or something by the side of the bed. Of course at that time of the night I'm not usually inclined to write, so I doubt that would happen even if a writing implement and some paper were handy.
Sorry Jeremy...next time I dream that some hot chick is after your bod I will tell her to go for it. I just didn't think that Sandra was your type....
i mean, its sandra bullock. she's still pretty dang cute.
Here's a weird dream form my childhood:I'm in a train with some distant relatives (I don't know who they are, just that they're relatives). For some reason, I start swinging on the trapeze that's in the train. I miscalculate my dismount, fly out the window, throught the tracks, and into a bed only it's not my bedroom. it's the bedroom from "The Velveteen Rabbit" or least what I always imagined it looked like.
How's that for strange?
I had this odd dream where dreamt I woke up from a really wild dream and was determined to find a piece of paper and pen to write down my dream on. I wish I could remember what the dream inside that dream was about.
They are selling them in the vending machine in viking lounge. Those things are good!
I am with my mom and my little sister and some girl from my small group at camp last summer. We are visiting some family on their farm in Geneva, IL. We knock on the door, and get welcomed in by my cousin Michael. (The house does not in anyway resemble their house in real life but it was familiar and the correct one in the dream- it was almost all windows on one side.) We had just gone inside when I heard a pack of coyotes howling like they had brought down their prey. So, I quickly ask my cousin where the family dogs are. He points to the windows in an unconcerned manner and says they are out in the pens. I run to the window and see a lot of pens with a huge variety of animals in them before my eyes, but the fencing on the pens are only about a foot high. And, I can see two of my family's dogs in the pens looking ready to jump out. I also see a kangaroo in one of the pens. The pen with the kangaroo is on the far end of all of the pens, and it is by this pen that I see a wild kangaroo that has just been brought down by four coyotes (that were actually red dingos rather than coyotes) and coming up quickly behind the coyotes is a grizzly bear. Seeing the wild kangaroo in distress and sensing the immediate danger to my stupid dogs who are about to jump out of their pens- I rush out to the yard. I am able to keep my dogs in the pens (the other animals seem smart enough to not try to jump out- but they are still in danger cause the coyotes could jump in.) The coyotes, seeing me, decide that the kangaroo isn't that wonderful and start baiting my dogs. I kick one coyote in the head, and then another one bites my right hand. I try to shake it off, but it has a grip like a pit bull and won't let go. Finally, it lets go of its own accord, but instead of running away like the rest of its pack it changes shape and becomes a demented looking child (sort of like I would imaginee Weston to look in CS Lewis' Perelandra but much younger). This child/creature jumps into one of the pens, which I realize with horror is one filled with little children and it kills one of them. I try to run to fight it, but the rest of the coyotes are back and they're attacking me so that I can't move.... Then, I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep cause I kept thinking about that demented looking child and, for some reason, the ending of Old Yeller.
I don't remember much but I was at an event of sorts. There were several diner people there and I was stadning near a window talking to nutella (who I have never met in real and have no idea what he looks like). Most of the deram was of what seemed to eb a very enjoyable conversation, although I have no idea what we were talking about. I think we were at a wedding because we were dressed up, but I can't be certain. I suppose it was the wedding of someone from the diner. I've had other dreams where I will meet and talk to people that I've only met online. There was one where karna and I were backpacking and we ran into Neale. I knew it was Neale in my dream but it didn't look a thing like the pictures of him that I have seen. After both these dreams I woke up feeling disoriented and confused, but that could also be due to a lack of sleep.
my roommates fiance started growing mold in my dream. It was freakish. It started out just a few spots of greenish bread-type mold, which he got removed and gave the doctors some consternation. Then i saw him walking through the kitchen the next day, completely covered in white, flaky, macncheese thats been the fridge for two months type mold..All his facial features were blurred out, he had no eyes. It was scary. Of course the rest of the dream had some conspiracy with scientists and biological weapons and whatnot, chasing on trains thru pennsylvania..but i cant get that image of Jim molding out of my head. Weird.
I wonder what I was a metaphor for? ("This is nutella who represents your subconscious desire to listen to Sparklehorse, drink beer, read books, listen to Joe Frank and tolerate a corporate lifestyle. Your best course of action is to run away and chat to the other wedding guests.")Or maybe I'm the wise old man. Yup. That sounds like me. Back in the day we didn't have these dream metaphors and archetypes. We had to make do with interestingly shaped rocks and bits of string. Of course back then, string was quite different...
I have no idea about any of my dreams in the past couple of months, perhaps years. The other day I woke up with this very clear picture of three nail clippers on a wooden surface. I have gone through my head several times and can remember no such setting where this could have taken place.My nails do need a trim.
I was at the Wood to see a revinegar show (not that it looked like the Wood, mind you) and I was early. It was about 5 and the show was supposed to start at 7. I didn't see anyone I knew yet. Then, Jeremy and Laura came in and sat at my table, but they wouldn't talk to me. Pedro was moving around on stage getting things set up when I remembered that I was supposed to take my youth group to a concert and that we were leaving at 5. I woke up frustrated that I couldn't see redvinegar cause I had to go someplace with my youth group annd because Jeremy and Laura wouldn't talk to me (which I know wouldn't happen). The funny thing is I really am taking my youth group to a concert tonight, but as far as I know rv doesn't have a show within 500 miles that I would be missing.
i wouldn't talk to you??? what was i thinking? i was being a fool and you must forgive me [in real life i would talk to you a lot because i haven't seen you in so long...] why were we[wags+me] being so snobby?
not only am i pissing other people off in my dreams, now im being a jerk in their dreams too. i apologize. and i wish very much that i could talk to you. aren't you supposed to be in town right now or something?
I love you both. I know you would both talk to me. But, in my dream you wouldn't and that hurt my feelings.
June 10-20 in lovely Chicagoland.
i'm stuck in la la land for the time being....blah. have a great time. make sure you go by and say hello to our old longsuffering prof's like deroulet, esp. i'm sure they would love to see you.
I'm always fascinated by the dreams I have right before waking up where I'm in my bedroom and my alarm clock goes off. I can't seem to shut the alarm off b/c I'm trying to shut it off in the dream and it's going off in reality. Sometimes I've had layers of this dream where I dream I wake up and shut it off but really it's only gone off in dream #2 (after awaking from dream #1) and then shortly after turning it off in dream #2, it goes off in reality. Weird stuff.
a few nights ago i had a dream i could actually remember after waking up.i dreamt that captain was a convicted serial killer. I also had solid evidence that he was in fact guilty.
I was at something where they were transferring him to another vehicle or prison or something, on his way to execution, and he broke free somehow. he was getting away, and was passing near me. I tackled him and held him until the authorities could regain posession of him and bring him to justice. i remember thinking that, even though he is my friend, the just thing to do is to help authorities keep him in custody.
it was a weird dream. although i think it is something i would actually do, no matter who it was escaping (not just you Wm).
...i couldn't find one so thought i'd post here.i had the most horrific nightmare this morning. i was enjoying a play with friends when some official looking woman came in and turned up the lights. i immediately knew that she was about to give someone bad news but did not expect it was going to be me. she said i had a phone call from (i don't consciously remember his name) my mother's boss. he told me she was not okay....things get a little foggy but the next thing i know....i'm at a wake for a friends' mother who died recently. while i'm there i'm still trying to figure out what happened to my mother. eventually the funeral director brings me in a room and begins make arrangements for her. i began to panic and realize that my mother died in a fire at her work; she wasn't able to get out. i was in complete denial when i suddenly noticed the huge coffin that was occupying most of the space in the room. for whatever reason i made my mother a school teacher (she an accountant) and her class was suddenly in the room with us. they were climbing all over the coffin and i was trying to discipline them and have the necessary conversation with the funeral director. i then insisted that i needed to see her so we herded the kids out of the room and i opened the coffin. the funeral director insisted "she is okay look at the smile on her face" he said. and sure enough there she was smiling, but gone. i finally began to cry. i was wandering around just sobbing and thinking about my mother and no one would comfort me. eventually i managed to stop crying but wandered back into the funeral home where i found handmade cards from the kids in her class taped to the wall. i was looking at them when i came across one from my 11 year old niece that read "He took you too soon!" and had pictures of her as a baby glued to it.....i woke up at that point, sobbing.
i called my mother almost immediately, she really is okay....thank God!
i've had dreams every once in a while about my parents dying, and i always wake up sobbing from them.I wonder why we have those? if there's any significance to them?
anyway, that's a rough one to have.
...my mother is going to be 53 on her next birthday (December 15) and my grandmother, her mother died at age 53....that is likely part of it for me. also, living 1000 miles from her is not always easy. i dearly miss her and the rest of my family at times. of course there are those other times though when i couldn't be more grateful for those 1000 miles.
i've never had those dreams. then again, my father is dead.
My dreams are usually morose or boring... most are so boring that I confuse them with reality. The other night I had one that fit neither description. For some reason I found myself flying or traveling to Chicagoland and meeting this girl along the way. It was not a part of the burbs I was familiar with, but I remember looking at all the IL plates in the parking lot and assuming. I din't know the girl either, and I barely remember what she looks like. My main concern was trying to make the most of my time there and see some friends and siste, but I do remember being interested in the girl. I woke up before anything happened. Dreams are odd.
redvinegar was playing at this seedy open mic kind of place. we went after this group that was making weird ghostly noises, kind of "ooooOOOOOOooooo" ascending and descending. Creepy and annoying, like college kids yelling "Holla!" incessantly at the 'Wood. Anyway, rv got up to play, and I couldn't remember the guitar riff from peace of mind. And then I noticed that this lady in the crowd kept doing that "oooOOOOOoooo" noise, over and over during our performance. I got so mad that I woke up, and realized that it was the lady in the next building over who must have a church singing gig because she warms up at 7:00 on Sundays (and 4:00 on Saturdays). I rolled over and told alh, "Man, there go those Opera Singers, bringing down the property values again!"Q: What's worse -- dogs barking at 8:00 that sound like they're repeatedly barking "Marlboro!" or a lady doing vocal warmups at 7:00 AM on Sunday morning?
A: Stay tuned.
a few weeks ago, i was in indiana for a wedding. between the ceremony and the reception, i happened upon a yard sale (funny story i will tell later,) and asked the "propieter," as it were, if they had any records for sale. they didn't, but another shopper overheard my request. he informed me that he had 2,500 LPs at his house that he was looking to unload for a $0.25 a piece or less if i'd take all of them. apparently, his father had a record store in Kankakee, and passed away a few years ago. the man said that he was stuck with all the records when the store closed, that he "doesn't know anything about records," and "just wants them out of his life," but cant just give them away free because of obvious duties to his father's memory. he wants to unload them by the winter because they are in a shed right now, but (in order to keep them in good condition) he transports them to his basement every winter, and then back to the shed in the spring, and he wants to avoid doing that again this winter. i told him that i was very interested but didn't have the time to look at them that day, and wouldn't for a wew weeks. i gave him my card and asked him to contact me the following week if he was still looking to unload them.he has since contacted me twice, once just to let me know where he lived (Grant Park, not too far from Kankakee,) and give me his name and phone number, and a second time just to follow up. The more i think about it, the more i think that this is the kind of thing that i've been wishing and dreaming of since i started collecting records, (a-la the character in hi-fidelity) and that while i'd be taking a huge risk ($500 sets me back quite a bit,) i could at least break even selling what i don't keep, and perhaps earn a little on the investment. at any rate, besides the $500, i'd need a free weekend and an empty van to transport them up here. the guy's info has been staring me in the face every day for the last few weeks, writted on a post-it stuck to my computer monitor.
he said that he also had a couple thousand 45's and that a collector snatched up all of them a year ago and told him that while he wasn't interested in the LP's, they were definatley "worth something." so i've been wrestling with what to do... find someone to go halvsies with me, drive down with the expressed intent that i was "only looking" before i decided to buy, call the whole thing off, or just go for it.
anyways, last nite i had a dream that i was at a movie theater and a strange woman who looked kind of like a mexican gypsy was sitting at a card table in the lobby with a sign taped to it that said "records for sale." on the table was a cardboard box and a milk crate with around 60 LPps in them. i looked through them and found only about four or five "must-haves," the only one i can remember being the Vibrator's debut full length. ("We Vibrate," i think.) i asked the woman in the dream where she got the records and she looked right into my eyes-- that kind of looking-into-your-soul kind of gaze-- and said the man's name, and his hometown. then she said "he's been waiting for you. he has many records like this, all ones you would enjoy, all valuable." and then dissapeared.
then i was walking down the hall in the movie theater and Chris Maltosanti, (Michael Imperioli's character on "The Sopranos,") was walking next to me in a suit and tie. in my dream, he wasn't a stranger, we had some kind of a relationship. he said "dont trust this guy... it's an old scam. he's a sick pervert, he likes luring young city guys into rural areas, getting them alone in his shed, doing horrible things to them, and then stealing the cash. there's no records, dont contact him ever again." and then he was gone, and i either woke up or dreamt some more stuff i don't remember.
it should be noted that i watched A LOT of sopranos yesterday, but all from season four, where Imperioli's character is deep into his heroin addiction but still a fairly trustworthy guy.
so.... besides illustrating the stress and conflict that i am subconsciously grappling with regarding my desires and better judgement, what does this mean?
(it should also be noted that this is my 4th or 5th dream involving the sopranos or the mafia in the last few weeks... my dream life is going to be very happy once i finally finish this 3-week 52-episode back-to-back-to-back episode spree ive been on... only six episodes to go until i'm done. i shant resume until the current season is released on dvd.)
wow.$.25 * 2,500 = $625 just for the record.
sounds interesting. I'd like to say that if I have a free day sometime I'd go and check them all out w/ you at least. I don't know about purchasing any, as I don't think I could afford it. but I'm salivating nonetheless...
maybe we should just open a record store.
Bring a large friend when you go look and go soon.
baggins: be grady's bodyguard.
I've had dozens of dreams in the past 6 years in which I'm standing in a front yard watching a plane large (B-52's, 747's) crash about 150 yards in front of me. It's really twisted.
...I elbowed alhp in the face (as I have an unfortunate tendency to do while asleep), to which she angrily said, "Hey! DON'T hit me in the FACE!" to which I, while asleep, defiantly gave her a big thumbs up. She told me about in the morning and we had a good laugh about it. I think I just flail my arms around a little too much.
I was dreaming about soccer and I hauled off and kicked Jay as hard as I could, in my sleep. I mean, hard enough that I bruised my toe. We STILL laugh about it to this day.Maybe this is something we all do to our spouses shortly after marriage.
i meant to post this in here a while ago. i have been so busy i forgot. here goes...so, a couple weeks ago (friday before thanksgiving) i had this dream. it was one of those dreams where you are awake and cognizant enough to realize that you are dreaming, but still dreaming nonetheless. so, i'm laying in bed, realizing that i am dreaming, but still dreaming. in the dream, I was at Covenant Bible College where I attended during the 96/97 school year. in the dream, however, I was a Dean at CBC. (A Dean's function at CBC is very much akin to the role of an R.A. and sort of a camp counselor for college kids). I don't remember all the details of what was happening, but I kept feeling this really intense urging saying 'you need to do this.' the awake/aware part of me was thinking 'this is important. you don't remember your dreams barely ever. this is going to be something you have to deal with when you wake up.' so i finished the dream and faded into total slumber.
the next morning, when i awoke, the first thing on my mind was the dream. as I thought about it, it seemed like God was calling me through this dream. now, being skeptical (especially when it comes to interpreting dreams) I wasn't sure of all of this. but I felt like God was calling me. So I prayed about this dream. I said 'God, if you are truly calling me to do this, then open the doors and make this become a reality. I am open to it.' of course, this was not something I took lightly and forgot about quickly. I thought about it a lot after that (still do). I debated whether I should pursue the idea of being a Dean at CBC or if I should just let it happen and be open to it if and when the opportunity arises. I decided that God doesn't just call us to do things and then when we are open to His direction just throw everything to us and open all the doors. He expects us to work towards things in Faith and He blesses that faithful obedience.
So I decided to pursue this thing. I sent an email up to CBC's main office email address that i found through the above website. I told them pretty much what I just said here, and a little bit about my life now and what I am up to these days. they forwarded my email to N3il J0sephs0n, who is the president of the school, and had been one of my professors when I attended there. He replied back to me that night. he basically said 'thanks for writing and telling us about your life and what you are doing these days. thanks for sharing about your dream. I do not know if God is calling you here, or is simply calling you to be obedient to Him. I would encourage you to pray about that. If you still feel like God is leading you here, then I would encourage you to apply to be a Dean at CBC.' and then he attached a document outlining the role of the Dean and what is expected and all that, including the simple process of application.
so, I have been praying about it, and I feel like I need to apply. I'm not sure if God is calling me there, but I will apply and see if they call me. If they do, I think I will probably accept.
I'm nervous about it though. I mean, I would certainly be up to the challenge, and I think I can bring a lot to the table in terms of that role, and it would be fun I'm sure. but, I certainly had no plans to do this. heck, I hadn't thought about CBC more than a handful of times in the past year. and I certainly wouldn't look forward to being apart from Jackie for an entire school year. but, if God is calling me there, then I need to go.
of course I have shared all this with Jackie, and we've talked about it a good deal. She's not exactly thrilled with the idea of being apart for so long either, but she is supportive of the whole thing.
anyway, I thought I'd share that with you all. your thoughts on the subject are welcome, and indeed invited.
Last week, I dreamt that I was reviewing the terms Protagonist & Conflict with a group of students to prepare them for ther ACTs (this makes no sense as I do no standardized test prep in my classes, but whatever). My example for them was from Romeo & Juliet, I explained to them that Juliet was the protagonist and that the central conflict was that she couldn't decide whether or not to kill her uncle.... Later on in the dream, I realized that I'd taught them the wrong thing, but woke up before I could correct it....
one of my dreams has been about how unattractive i am without a moustache...there's another one that i can't think of right now
i had a dream that I met ralph stanley and he was showing me around a new bluegrass hall of fame that he was building in an old bus garage in a small town in virginia. it was pretty cool, and ralph was very sprightly. there were two things I thought were particularly interesting. ralph was working on a posterboard detailing the family tree of bluegrass (there is a famous poster detailing the family tree of jazz and this was definitely inspired by that poster), but the weird thing was that robert johnson was at the top of the tree. the other weird thing was that we walked out onto the roof of the building and it was covered in small, dried out horse turds, which ralph said were actually really good to eat. we each tried one, and it wasn't too bad, but I don't think I'm going to make a habit of it.The other dream was that Low was playing a concert at North Park, in Hanson 23 (where the choir rehearses). I was taking pictures and also helping with the lights. The show was super short though, and Low actually sounded more like Devo than Low. I had problems working the lights and the automated curtain (!) which played a few tricks on me. Al and I discussed the nice architectural features of the room.
jackie often wakes up with weird dreams to tell me about. this morning, she says to me 'I had a real bad dream that I was a Praying Mantis and we were eating at Chuck E. Cheese's'i am so blessed.
You do know what female praying mantises (manti? mantuses? mantusis?) do to their mates.....?
believe me, that couldn't happen. at least, it would take a few winters for her to finish me off.
was too danged funny, wags.
1) Last night I dreamt that I auditioned for that new reality show that NBC is doing for the musical Grease, "You're the one that I want." I showed up late to the audition, didn't even want to audition, but then the casting lady asked me to sing Montana as in "My home's in Montana. I wear a bandana," which apparently floored her because I made the first cut without having to do the dance audition... I felt bad because the give who'd auditioned before me who really wanted to be on the show had to sing "Happy Birthday" while panting for breath (she was running late from her dance audition--she didn't make it.
2) A couple of nights ago, I dreamt that I had a cat door in my apartment and that for some reason all the stray cats in the neighborhood decided to move in. In my dream, people were walking through the apartment and picking up random cats and asking me if they were mine or whether they should be put back outside. So, after a lot of hard work, getting all of the strays back outside and covering the cat door--the strays led an organized assualt on the sliding glass door in an effort to get back in. I woke up laughing--but when an actual stray came in the front door when I was going out to go to church I thought that it was strangely prophetic.
I dreamed I performed an exorcism on a potted plant. It was discernably a lily after it calmed down. I occasionally dream of exorcisms, but since HP7 they involve the use of patronus charms. What would the people who want to ban HP say?I only wish I could remember what animal my patronus was.
i have never watched any of the relatively new singing game shows but last night i had a very strange dream that i was on one competing against 3 other people from all over the country. i was panicked because for some reason i couldn't hear anything.when my hearing was finally recovered i was next and the girl before me was singing a redvinegar song (i don't remember which one) and got the words right. when she was through she had some playful banter with the host about how easy it was because "everyone knows redvinegar." that's when i realized it was a redvinegar singing competition and i got very confused about when and how redvinegar had become a household name without my ever hearing of it. then i got incredibly nervous and sick to my stomach because i realized that i couldn't recall redvinegar lyrics on the spot and it might be hurtful to my friends that i not only didn't know a single lyric to any of their songs but that i was also entirely unaware of their success....then i turned over and woke up.
Hey, I can't remember the lyrics to redvinegar's songs so it's OK!What a funny dream!
I had a dream last night. For some reason this watertower was connected to a bridge, and i decided to climb down it. the wood holding it up was rotten though, and it collapsed on top of me, it was hard getting uncovered. Then, covered in dirt, I went to the hardware store to get some key copies made (MM anyone?) and ran into a friend, who apparently had a room in the store, where we sat and talked until after the store closed. The store was, strangely, fully staffed for a closed store. I told them I'd come back tomorrow.What in my life is rotten and waiting to collapse on me?
i woke up this morning bathed in massive amounts of hot sun, but not ready to be done sleeping, so i moved to the darker living room to continue and had this little dream:i was at a party with people who don't actually exist in my real life and one of the guests was insulted. so a few of us went to another room removed from the rest of the shindig. this room was full of cakes and cupcakes. even cakes with cupcakes as toppers! we all gorged ourselves until all was right again.
waking up after unconsciously eating enormous amounts of cake made me strangely sick to my stomach.
i've been eating very healthy trying to fit into a bridesmaid dress i had to buy sight unseen, so i guess i'm making up for it as i slumber.
I had a dream last week that a couple of my friends were mad at me for not going in on a birthday gift for a third friend...but the gift was a huge bag of diapers!