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Post by solgroupie on Nov 24, 2010 12:10:58 GMT -5
last night i dreamed kitten and i were in a clothing store, shopping. just typing that cracks me up. anyway, we had gotten separated from each other and i was looking for him. then i saw a man walking through the store and i was surprised to see who it was. i found calli, who was ready to leave and i said no, you have to see who is here first - and i pointed at johnny depp. then calli and i were in a big SUV type vehicle, on the road. even though i was in the driver's seat, he was driving from the passenger seat. he did some kind of crazy U turn and we got pulled over. i knew when the cop saw calli was driving from the other side, we would be in big trouble, but he just let us off with a warning. as soon as we got back on the road, calli did the same U turn again but i woke up before anything else happened.
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Post by solgroupie on Nov 25, 2010 13:41:20 GMT -5
last night i dreamed that my town was having some kind of film festival tribute to charlie chaplin and i just happened to wander in before it started. i couldn't believe there was enough interest to warrant such a big event, and though i was excited i was also really hungry and kept scooping up crackers from a table of hors d'oeuvres. later, i realized that charlie chaplin himself was sitting up front. i was shocked - not that he had come back from the dead or anything, but that he would bother to come to my tiny hometown. he looked nothing like chaplin, but i knew it was him. as it was ending, i realized i should have brought my copy of his autobiography with me so he could sign it and was furious with myself. so i went up to where he was sitting and sat behind him. i tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he would mind if i ran home to get my book so he could sign it. but i said it in a british accent! i was thinking - why the hell am i talking like this!? but he was very nice and said he wouldn't mind waiting. i can't remember any more, but i wish i could, guv'nor.
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Post by callipygias on Nov 27, 2010 14:33:14 GMT -5
I dreamed that I had to rush to the East Coast to pick up my niece from a school field trip because war had broken out over there. We got separated trying to board a train, and the crowd swept us away from each other. I searched for what felt like days, and, how's this for a rare occurrence in this type of dream? anyone who could spare the time helped me search for her.
Eventually a tiny girl with humongous eyes came up and tugged my sleeve and said, "There's a girl over here, mister." (Treacle, anyone? At least she didn't lithp.) And I hugged my niece and boarded the train for the pacific Coast.
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Post by solgroupie on Jan 7, 2011 16:33:01 GMT -5
last night i dreamed i met charlie chaplin. i was with my family somewhere that felt londony - at some huge mansion that was open to the public. i saw him and rushed over to introduce myself. he was wearing a long tan coat and black hat and was very old. i asked him to wait before he left because i wanted to find my parents and introduce him to them. most of the dream was me wandering around, trying to find them. i was so impatient because i was afraid chaplin would leave. but i found them eventually and they met him. i kissed him on the cheek before we left and he seemed sad to see us go.
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Post by solgroupie on Feb 7, 2011 14:22:45 GMT -5
last night i dreamed that i was in bed, trying to sleep. i don't know if this only happens to me or everyone, but when i dream i am trying to sleep - i feel just barely awake - like i have been drugged and am about to drop off, but can't quite do it.
i got up and was living in a house i knew in my dream but didn't recognize when i woke up. i discovered i had a little bit of weed hidden somewhere, and even though i was tired i wanted to smoke it. i sat down and kept it hidden because there was a man sitting across the room, glaring at me. he was large with shaggy gray hair with a matching beard. he was wearing clothes that didn't seem to fit him well and he just sat there looking at me like he hated me. i wasn't afraid because for some reason i knew i was imagining him. i knew he wasn't real and i'd eventually forget about him, but i also didn't want to break out my stash in front of him, either. weeeird.
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Post by solgroupie on Mar 3, 2011 13:09:28 GMT -5
last night i dreamed that i was back to waiting tables again. a friend of mine that i worked with was getting married and i was supposed to be in the wedding. not as a bridesmaid (or it would have counted as a nightmare), but somehow a part of it - like a really tall flower girl or something, i don't know. i was wearing some kind of formal dress, but what i most remember was the hat. i love hats and wish i had more opportunities to wear them, and this one was pretty outspoken. it was white and tall, almost covered with roses. it went all around it, and in my dream it was much less garish than it sounds describing it. in reality, a hat like that might be horrendous, but it was pretty impressive in the dream. anyway, most of the wedding part worked at the same restaurant and for some reason, we all had to work a shift before we were allowed to go to the wedding - bride included (whoever she was). and even weirder, we were all wearing our formal clothes while we worked. we were all pissed off and bitching to each other about how unfair it was that we had to do this. i got something on my dress while i worked but was more concerned about my hat, which i think made it through the whole thing unscathed.
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Post by solgroupie on Mar 6, 2011 13:26:16 GMT -5
another dream of waiting tables - that is what i did the whole time i slept, it felt like. i was in a restaurant that i don't think i've ever seen before. anyway, i guess all i did was wait on a bunch of drunks, because every table i got started off ordering a slew of mixed drinks i never heard of before. i was trying to write them all down in order of the persons at the table, but i could barely keep up. the only drink name i recognized was an old fashioned. i went to the bar with my huge list of drinks and while the bartender was working on them, i tried to find a small tray to put them all on to carry back to the tables. but all i could find were big food trays. fascinating, i know. but i was worn out when i woke up after all of that. then i would walk by my section and see completely new tables, meaning the former customers gave up waiting on me and left. or i'd see them with food and no drinks, meaning i was taking so long that they'd had time to order their food from someone else and get it before i could get their stupid drinks to them. probably made NO tips.
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Post by nondescript spice on Aug 14, 2012 17:24:44 GMT -5
BAM! and we're back. i've had many dreams since my last post in march of 2011, many, MANY nightmares, too. but i thought i'd bump this old dinosaur for more. for reasons i won't bore you guys with, i've some issues with my sister over the last several years. i still love her very much and we're cool around each other, but there's some unresolved anger i feel about her that surfaces in my dreams. no matter how short, if i dream about her, i'm always super pissed at her. i guess the experts would say this is a safe place to express those feelings, blah, blah, blah. a couple of nights ago i dreamed i was in the cab of a truck being driven by her first husband. my sister was putting something in the back. all of the sudden, he takes off and is flying down the road. i look in the back and see my sister is barely holding on to the back of the truck - totally vertical as we fly down the road. i'm freaking out, telling him to slow the hell down, which he does. when i look back, my sister is fine - it was never her, but a dummy they tied to the back to make me think it was her. she was just crouching down so i couldn't see her. it was all a joke and they were cracking up at my reaction. i was so furious i thought my heart would explode. i had another fury-filled dream about her last night, involving me telling someone about the truck dream.
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Post by nondescript spice on Aug 15, 2012 8:49:32 GMT -5
last night i dreamed i was with my best friend from high school, standing out in the downtown area of town where i live, at night. all of the sudden she starts yelling - run, RUN! i don't know why - i don't see anyone, but i take off after her, trying to carry a load of wet clothes i had evidently just taken from a washing machine. i'm beating cheeks up the street, dropping clothes as i go, but knowing i can't stop to pick them up (for some reason).
some other random things happen, and later i am walking back up the street with some people i just met. i started seeing my clothes in little heaps and piles on the street, so i run to get them before anyone can see them, terrified they will see a stray pair of granny panties or something. they were all looking at me like i was nuts - i guess they didn't know they were my clothes. but at least i got them all back. that's right.
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Post by nondescript spice on Sept 27, 2012 9:43:30 GMT -5
back to dreaming about waiting tables again. i haven't had that dream in a while, which usually means i'm stressed about something. dreams are smart.
it had the same theme - i was going back to serving, but thought it would be an easy gig my first night back, because i assumed i would just follow another server; standing around while they did all the work.
but they expected me to do everything and i wasn't the slightest bit prepared. i had nothing - i found some scrap paper in my apron just to write their order down. i was using the usual abbreviated shorthand i mastered back then, but i couldn't read what i was writing down - i just hoped i would figure out what it was when it was time to enter the order into the computer later.
i saw my priest sitting at a table nearby and i wanted to go over to say hi, but he had a don't look at me, keep your eye on the ball look on his face, so i didn't.
then i saw my parents sitting at a booth i just completely abandoned my waiting order and sat with them. then, as it always happens, i realize i've had a table i totally forgot about and i'm royally boned. i slink around the dining room, thinking of excuses of why i'd been absent. sick? my car was getting towed? there is rarely consequences - i usually just wake up or start dreaming something else by that point.
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Post by Mod City on Oct 10, 2012 11:26:08 GMT -5
There really isn't much to this one, but last night I dreamed I was feeling down and a co-worker – a cute one – tried to make me feel better by telling me Captain America was a pretty good golfer.
I can't remember what I was feeling down about but I know there was a ton more to that dream.
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Post by nondescript spice on Oct 30, 2012 10:12:37 GMT -5
this was one of those dreams i have sometimes where i felt like i was watching a movie or a play or something.
i was in a bedroom with my best friend from high school, grace. it felt like we were around 19 or 20, back when we were roommates. her younger brother was also there, but it felt like he was my brother, not hers. grace was very quiet and i knew she had recently been through some kind of trouble, but i wasn't thinking of it. i was talking to her - or my - brother.
then i heard a noise - motorcycle engines - getting closer. i then realized that was the trouble grace had been in. she had run off with some biker guy and it had been a big dramatic thing to get her away from him. i saw her going to the window and i said - no, don't go over there, he'll see you - he's just going to want you to run away with him again.
she said, "no, we're going to run away," and i realized she was going to make me go along with her. i was like oh, hell no i won't. but then a biker guy - long black hair in a ponytail and pretty rough looking - just walked in to take us. i was backing up and he held his hands out and looked away, and said, "i hate emotions." i said - then don't take me with you, because that's what your in for if you kidnap me. but then it faded out, just like a movie or something.
the next thing i knew, i was sitting on a porch with grace. i knew that grace and the bikers had taken the house hostage - kinda like teenage crimewave and i was the jane of the group. grace said i had done well. i knew that meant i had finally given up on trying to get away. they had been making me stay in a basement with the people who owned the house. she said, "let's have a glass of absinthe to relax," and poured me a glass.
like the jerk in the movie theater who screams at the screen, i wanted to yell, "it's just going to mess with your head, girl! don't do it!!" but i took the glass and picked up the bottle as i moved to a different chair. it was shaped like a pyramid and i said, "what a pretty bottle," and then my alarm went off.
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Post by nondescript spice on Nov 1, 2012 20:57:03 GMT -5
i dreamed last night that a koala bear was chasing me through a kmart. you read right. and the koala bear was mean, too. he wasn't like this - it was like this, i swear - and it was like the koala bear worked for kmart. i said something to an employee about how mean it was - it was chasing me around the store, nipping at my ankles and legs. it got distracted by a little girl and started chasing her. i only felt relief that it finally was leaving me alone. the kmart employee just laughed like - oh, that's just how he is.
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Post by nondescript spice on Nov 5, 2012 11:22:02 GMT -5
a few nights ago, i dreamed i was at the courthouse in my town. i was there last week to vote. in the dream i was trying to find the door out, but every time i'd get close to one, someone would appear and tell me it was the wrong door and i had to find another way out. i finally found the front door - wide open - i could see the outside, but there was a crowd of people in front of me. a woman jumped in front of me and told me i couldn't go through that door. i was like, oh, come on, man! it's right there! she pointed to a creepy, dimly lit doorway and told me to go through there. so i was like, FINE! and did. it led to a huge theater. it was ginormous. empty, too - just rows and rows of empty red seats. i was looking around thinking - how long has this been here?? then i realized i could hear someone breathing. you'd think that would creep me the hell out, but no, i was just like - i guess i can get outta here through this door, and left.
outside in a huge dark parking lot, i walked around looking for my car. i saw two cops and hoped they would help me, but they were just like - tough break, and kept walking. i found myself in front of a high school where a bunch of kids were dressed up like it was the '50's, which i'm guessing means there was some leftover grease residue in my brain from seeing it last week. these girls wore these red plaid skirts with matching sweaters and were dancing around. "laying it on a little thick, aren't you?" i said as i walked by, which i guess really pissed them off, because then i had this pack of red plaid skirted girls following me like they were going to beat me up. but they didn't and that was the end.
then i dreamed i was on a yacht with my parents. they were friends with some guy who owned it and apparently we were going to spend the day there. i was not thrilled about it - it felt like i was a teenager, bored to be forced to tag along. for some bizarre reason i was wearing a pink ballerina tutu, like it was just a normal thing to wear. i looked out a window and saw the yacht owner's wife and kids walking towards us. the two kids looked to be about five or six and i thought - oh great. while the adults are getting loaded, they'll expect me to babysit them and enjoy it (i've found myself in that situation before). but the worst thing was - one of the little girls was wearing a pink ballerina tutu! i was like - are you kidding me? i'm going to be upstaged by a five year old wearing the same outfit as me?? thankfully, that is a situation i have never been in before.
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Post by nondescript spice on Dec 17, 2012 12:59:12 GMT -5
had one of my serving dreams last night, so i guess that means i'm stressed. dur.
it was this huge private party, like at a mansion or something - everything was made of marble or money. and i was evidently one of the guests. but i ruined everything when i accidentally either dumped a full pitcher of water on the host - some rich old guy - or dumped a big load of dirty silverware in his lap for some reason. it's unclear which i did, maybe both, but it pretty much brought the party to a screeching halt. i apologized over and over as everyone stared at me like i was hitler, and the host just rolled his eyes and had everyone get up so we could start the entire dinner over.
then i was with a bunch of other servers, clearing the plates and re-setting the table. but no one would talk to me and they all kept giving me fishy looks since i ruined everything. it felt like they were going to burn me at the stake or something.
not a very scary dream, really, but i felt like i was going to have a heart attack in my sleep, which is how it always feels when i have the serving dream.
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