MORNING OF JULY 20, 2012
On the vague chance that anyone has read any of these dreams at all, let alone several from the past couple of months, you've probably ascertained that I recently took a level two improvisational comedy course with a local improv troupe. Now I'm an actual member of said troupe, and such is reflected in the first element of the following dream:
Pretty much every member of the troupe was in a classroom setting. It looked a lot like my high school. The troupe leader was addressing us and getting newer group members to participate in random exercises. He was tossing out words and having people do a bit centered around that word. He never got to me in the dream, but for some reason, as I sat there awaiting my inevitable turn, I was drawing a total blank, and that scared me. I felt so much pressure!
(I've had several similar anxiety-based dreams since joining the troupe, but most went no further than just that, so they haven't been chronicled.)
From the classroom, many of us entered into a grocery store. We were milling about, having taken our own separate paths through the store, making purchases. I vaguely remember having a conversation with someone while I browsed items on a shelf.
At this point the dream sort of morphed to a situation where, still inside a store, I was browsing on my laptop. I was trying to store away some files--I think by putting them on a flash drive--and something weird happened. A window popped up asking me if I was sure I wanted to execute so-and-so command. Mistakenly thinking it was pertaining to the activity at hand, I clicked "yes".
Not long after this I realized I'd just deleted most the files from my computer! I was so distraught. The loss of all my music was one of my biggest concerns, though it was all horrible. Fretting over this was my last memory.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
The House of Tomorrow!
MORNING OF JULY 10, 2012
For some reason I my parents called me and told me they'd signed us all up to spend the night in some sort of strange house. The house was meant to be a trial of sorts for a "home of the future" that would mostly be self-keeping through the magic of robots and machines. It very much had the feel of some old 40's or 50's cartoon in which similar things are imagined.
I have vague memories of being in this house with my parents overnight, checking out some of the mechanics and inventions that kept the place running, etc. The main thing I remember is that there was a girl there about my age, and I found out my parents had invited her to come. I tried to explain to them that I had already had a girlfriend, so this was going to be terribly awkward. I can only faintly recall talking with this girl some. And I remember she was a brunette.
At the end of the dream there was something about the house malfunctioning and machines going haywire. we had to try to escape. We ultimately did, though it was scary.
My final memory is that I saw my maternal grandfather, who has been dead some years now, walking around in a bedroom in my grandparents' house. He said something to me about that robotic future house, warning that things were bound to go wrong with it. I debated whether to tell him that he was right, and that my parents and I had nearly been it's victim. This is about where the dream ended.
For some reason I my parents called me and told me they'd signed us all up to spend the night in some sort of strange house. The house was meant to be a trial of sorts for a "home of the future" that would mostly be self-keeping through the magic of robots and machines. It very much had the feel of some old 40's or 50's cartoon in which similar things are imagined.
I have vague memories of being in this house with my parents overnight, checking out some of the mechanics and inventions that kept the place running, etc. The main thing I remember is that there was a girl there about my age, and I found out my parents had invited her to come. I tried to explain to them that I had already had a girlfriend, so this was going to be terribly awkward. I can only faintly recall talking with this girl some. And I remember she was a brunette.
At the end of the dream there was something about the house malfunctioning and machines going haywire. we had to try to escape. We ultimately did, though it was scary.
My final memory is that I saw my maternal grandfather, who has been dead some years now, walking around in a bedroom in my grandparents' house. He said something to me about that robotic future house, warning that things were bound to go wrong with it. I debated whether to tell him that he was right, and that my parents and I had nearly been it's victim. This is about where the dream ended.
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