MORNING OF FEBRUARY 20, 2008
I was back in school. It looked and felt like high school, but I was my current age. One morning I was running late trying to get there. I arrived at the school and would have been just in time for my fist class except I had to go and clock in for the day (yes, just like I do at my actual job) and I knew that would put me just a few minutes late into the classroom.
After clocking in, I was walking hurriedly down the halls when I realized they seemed utterly empty. Not only empty, but deserted and long-abandoned. The place was in utter disrepair. Still I continued walking, and the further down the hall I walked, I began to see a classroom here and a classroom there which had actual students in them. Before long, the entire building was in good condition, and all the classrooms were full and bustling.
I then realized I was standing in front of the office area, which was not closed off, but was a big, circular desk in the middle of everything where all the secretaries were just sitting. They were staring at me, as I'm sure I looked really confused after my strange ordeal walking down the hall. A particularly severe-looking lady behind the desk asked me why I wasn't in class, and I told her I was currently trying to find my way there.
So I finally made it to class--late, of course. The teacher was just getting started with the day's lecture. She shot me a cruel look when I sheepishly entered the classroom and took my seat, but said nothing. At this point I realized I had left my textbook in my locker, and only had my notebook and a folder of past assignments with me.
Naturally the teacher gave us an assignment to do during class that required the textbook. I asked to borrow one of the extra textbooks, and she told me I couldn't. So I was stuck, unable to do the classwork. I just began doodling in my notebook, and quickly began to forget my former frustration as I got lost in the drawings.
Next I vaguely remember walking on the lawn of the campus, supposedly after class. I was looking for Richard, because I had something to tell him, but I don't remember what.
Then I somehow ended up back in that office area again. There was an attractive girl sitting on a stool in front of me. The girl was fictional, but I "knew" her in my dream. She told me they were performing IQ tests, and she wanted me to guess her IQ before they tested her.
There was an LCD monitor attached to the stool she was seated on and it read "130" in red, digital numbers. I asked her what that was for, and she said that's what told you your IQ, but they hadn't run her test yet, so that wasn't necessarily her results. She asked me again to guess her IQ before they ran the test.
I knew this girl to be just very, very smart and bookish. I had no trouble believing something like 130 was probably at least her actual IQ. I began to wonder if it was some kind of trick question, and that monitor was already showing me the correct answer. As I pondered this, she pressed me again, with growing urgency, to guess her IQ!
I just spouted out, "I guess it probably really is 130 or something like that."
"So that's your guess? 130?"
"I don't know--sure--I guess--130."
Suddenly the digital numbers began rapidly fluctuating, and there were a series of electronic, shocking noises as the girl sat wearing a look of mild physical discomfort. Then the LCD monitor made a "ding!" sound, and the final reading stopped on 68.
I was stunned...I thought this girl was brilliant! She couldn't have only a 68 IQ! When she saw the results she jumped off the stool and ran to one of the teachers who was standing nearby. She embraced the teacher in sobs, apparently devastated over her results.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
One Sick Dude
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 11, 2008
I was supposedly at work, but it looked like a combination of my bedroom and living room as opposed to anything where I actually work. My bed was part of the room,and I was reclining on it with some job-related paperwork.
My boss came in and spoke to me about something. Then a young man came in the door who was supposedly one of the employees, though he is an entirely fictional creation of the dream. Apparently he was returning to work after a battle with a terrible sickness.
Every visible part of his skin was covered with a red, revolting rash that was flaking in some areas and still looked ripe and pus-filled in others. He sat down on the other side of the bed I was sitting on and began talking cheerily to the boss about his "flesh-eating illness" he had battled.
I sort of freaked out that he had sat on my bed, and I immediately got up. I didn't want to catch his flesh-eating thing-a-ma-jig. Then I became aware for the first time of how strange it was that my bed was at work....and realized I'd have to wash my bedspread and all my sheets before I slept in it again.
I was supposedly at work, but it looked like a combination of my bedroom and living room as opposed to anything where I actually work. My bed was part of the room,and I was reclining on it with some job-related paperwork.
My boss came in and spoke to me about something. Then a young man came in the door who was supposedly one of the employees, though he is an entirely fictional creation of the dream. Apparently he was returning to work after a battle with a terrible sickness.
Every visible part of his skin was covered with a red, revolting rash that was flaking in some areas and still looked ripe and pus-filled in others. He sat down on the other side of the bed I was sitting on and began talking cheerily to the boss about his "flesh-eating illness" he had battled.
I sort of freaked out that he had sat on my bed, and I immediately got up. I didn't want to catch his flesh-eating thing-a-ma-jig. Then I became aware for the first time of how strange it was that my bed was at work....and realized I'd have to wash my bedspread and all my sheets before I slept in it again.
I'm (dreaming about) Going to Disney World!
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 10, 2008
In reality I haven't been to Disney World in many years, but in my dream Katie and I went there. I only vaguely remember walking around the park, but I know it was very much unlike what it actually is.
My only coherent memory comes from the end of the dream, when Katie was ready to leave the place for the day, but there was one more attraction I wanted to see. I don't know what it was called, but I "remembered" it from the times I had visited in my youth.
The attraction was housed in a huge, white building. Upon entering there was a theater which constantly showed one of the classic Disney animated films (I believe it was showing Snow White at the time). The movie was optional, and we chose to skip it and move on to the other available activity.
Beyond the theater there was a series of corridors like a museum, and on either side of the corridor there were a series of life-size dioramas depicting scenes from classic Disney animation. The dioramas were compiled of a combination of statues and animatronics. Even though this specific setup is entirely fictional, it gave me a great sense of nostalgia to see it "again".
I was snapping pictures of one of the final scenes on display, which happened to be from The Little Mermaid, when I realized something seemed a little off. That's when I noticed that Ariel was not animatronic after all, but an actual human actress in costume. She was splashing around awkwardly in the water, as if attempting to mimic the movements of the other animatronics.
In reality I haven't been to Disney World in many years, but in my dream Katie and I went there. I only vaguely remember walking around the park, but I know it was very much unlike what it actually is.
My only coherent memory comes from the end of the dream, when Katie was ready to leave the place for the day, but there was one more attraction I wanted to see. I don't know what it was called, but I "remembered" it from the times I had visited in my youth.
The attraction was housed in a huge, white building. Upon entering there was a theater which constantly showed one of the classic Disney animated films (I believe it was showing Snow White at the time). The movie was optional, and we chose to skip it and move on to the other available activity.
Beyond the theater there was a series of corridors like a museum, and on either side of the corridor there were a series of life-size dioramas depicting scenes from classic Disney animation. The dioramas were compiled of a combination of statues and animatronics. Even though this specific setup is entirely fictional, it gave me a great sense of nostalgia to see it "again".
I was snapping pictures of one of the final scenes on display, which happened to be from The Little Mermaid, when I realized something seemed a little off. That's when I noticed that Ariel was not animatronic after all, but an actual human actress in costume. She was splashing around awkwardly in the water, as if attempting to mimic the movements of the other animatronics.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Cloverfield-Esque
MORNING OF JANUARY 31, 2008
(Despite this dream's title, it doesn't contain any actual spoilers for the Cloverfield movie.)
I was in a mall, in an area that looked more or less like a food court. There was a big TV screen that was playing movie trailers. They played a trailer for a third Garfield movie that had just come out (I hope and pray this movie is entirely fictional). I've never seen either of the two real life Garfield movies, so I have no idea where this comes from. This movie, however, was animated more like the Saturday morning cartoons used to be, and it heavily featured Garfield's nemesis, Nermal the kitten. Something about the trailer made me actually want to see the movie. And there was a theater in this dream-mall, so I made my way there to go watch it.
On my way to the theater I saw this guy from high school. He's not someone I was friends with at all in high school--in fact, he was a royal jerk. I have no idea what he was doing making a cameo in this dream all these years later. He said he was on his way to see this Garfield movie as well. I hoped he wouldn't try to sit near me.
The two of us were in the theater lobby looking at movie posters when suddenly we heard what sounded like a loud explosion outside. We, along with pretty much everyone else in the mall, rushed out to see what was happening. It was sunset outside, so there was still enough light to see things really well. From the parking lot, we looked down the road that ran in front of the mall and saw the monster from Cloverfield. It was destroying things (as huge monsters will do), and it looked in our direction and released a horrific, ear-splitting roar that seemed to go on forever.
I became so terrified that I actually woke up. Upon realizing it was just a dream I quickly calmed down and was asleep again in no time. At some point after going back to sleep, I remember having a dream that seemed to continue on the basic themes of the one I woke up from...
I was outside in some public/city setting once more, and it was around sunset once again. There was a lot of commotion and panic going on around me, but the Cloverfield monster was nowhere to be seen in this revised dream. I began to run with the general crowd, but was totally confused as to what we were running from, which actually made things feel even scarier.
Then I saw them--Death Eaters led by Lord Voldemort! They were using the three Unforgivable Curses at random on all we fleeing "muggles". They were demanding to know where Harry Potter was, and said they "knew" that we (we being the general public at large, apparently) knew where he was, and someone had better talk.
Then there was Iron Man. He flew in and began fighting Voldemort. (Yes, I know this is Iron Man's second appearance in my dreams in recent history, which is odd since I'm not a big Iron Man fan, but I chalk it up to the publicity for the upcoming movie).
At one point Iron Man ended up grabbing me and flying me away (presumably out of the way of Voldemort, though I can't really remember for sure). He kept going higher and higher and, being scared of heights, I was very nervous. I looked up and could see the moon very clearly. It looked impossibly huge in the sky, but I told myself it must just look bigger when you're actually high up in the air.
But then I noticed I could dimly see whole cities on the moon. They looked just like aerial views of earthly cities! Before I could fully comprehend this, we descended and Iron Man set me down on a sidewalk next to some other people. My dad was there, and I told him, "In the future, there are cities on the moon. I saw them." He told me that wasn't real. And I woke up.
(Despite this dream's title, it doesn't contain any actual spoilers for the Cloverfield movie.)
I was in a mall, in an area that looked more or less like a food court. There was a big TV screen that was playing movie trailers. They played a trailer for a third Garfield movie that had just come out (I hope and pray this movie is entirely fictional). I've never seen either of the two real life Garfield movies, so I have no idea where this comes from. This movie, however, was animated more like the Saturday morning cartoons used to be, and it heavily featured Garfield's nemesis, Nermal the kitten. Something about the trailer made me actually want to see the movie. And there was a theater in this dream-mall, so I made my way there to go watch it.
On my way to the theater I saw this guy from high school. He's not someone I was friends with at all in high school--in fact, he was a royal jerk. I have no idea what he was doing making a cameo in this dream all these years later. He said he was on his way to see this Garfield movie as well. I hoped he wouldn't try to sit near me.
The two of us were in the theater lobby looking at movie posters when suddenly we heard what sounded like a loud explosion outside. We, along with pretty much everyone else in the mall, rushed out to see what was happening. It was sunset outside, so there was still enough light to see things really well. From the parking lot, we looked down the road that ran in front of the mall and saw the monster from Cloverfield. It was destroying things (as huge monsters will do), and it looked in our direction and released a horrific, ear-splitting roar that seemed to go on forever.
I became so terrified that I actually woke up. Upon realizing it was just a dream I quickly calmed down and was asleep again in no time. At some point after going back to sleep, I remember having a dream that seemed to continue on the basic themes of the one I woke up from...
I was outside in some public/city setting once more, and it was around sunset once again. There was a lot of commotion and panic going on around me, but the Cloverfield monster was nowhere to be seen in this revised dream. I began to run with the general crowd, but was totally confused as to what we were running from, which actually made things feel even scarier.
Then I saw them--Death Eaters led by Lord Voldemort! They were using the three Unforgivable Curses at random on all we fleeing "muggles". They were demanding to know where Harry Potter was, and said they "knew" that we (we being the general public at large, apparently) knew where he was, and someone had better talk.
Then there was Iron Man. He flew in and began fighting Voldemort. (Yes, I know this is Iron Man's second appearance in my dreams in recent history, which is odd since I'm not a big Iron Man fan, but I chalk it up to the publicity for the upcoming movie).
At one point Iron Man ended up grabbing me and flying me away (presumably out of the way of Voldemort, though I can't really remember for sure). He kept going higher and higher and, being scared of heights, I was very nervous. I looked up and could see the moon very clearly. It looked impossibly huge in the sky, but I told myself it must just look bigger when you're actually high up in the air.
But then I noticed I could dimly see whole cities on the moon. They looked just like aerial views of earthly cities! Before I could fully comprehend this, we descended and Iron Man set me down on a sidewalk next to some other people. My dad was there, and I told him, "In the future, there are cities on the moon. I saw them." He told me that wasn't real. And I woke up.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
That Obscurely Funny Early 80's Movie
MORNING OF JANUARY 30, 2008
First I remember being at work, talking to C, a real-life former coworker who doesn't actually work with me anymore. It's been quite some time since I've even talked to him. He was telling me about this really great comedy movie that he counted as one of his all-time favorites. It was made in the early 80's, and he urged me to rent it. His description was so glowing, that I pretty much immediately obtained a copy and took it home to watch it.
Home in this dream was a house instead of my apartment. Katie lived in a house right next door to me, though she doesn't come into the dream until later.
So I watched the movie. It was really, really off-the-wall humor. Along the lines of a "Naked Gun" type movie, but far more obscure and subversive than that. It took me a while to find interest, but suddenly there were these scenes that just had me laughing hysterically. I wouldn't be surprised if I had been laughing in my sleep I was laughing so hard in the dream. I wish I could remember what was happening in the scenes, but I remember very little now.
I only recall vague elements of one scene. There was a guy in a red tank top, sweatbands, and short-shorts (like a jogger from the early 80's or something). He was in a store trying to purchase something, and all these wacky things were going on around him. The manager was giving him a lot of guff and suddenly the guy was on a Roller Racer...
Yes, a ROLLER RACER!
...which I haven't thought of in ages! Not since I as a kid in the actual 80's!
Anyway, he goes clumsily crashing about the store on his Roller Racer, knocking over merchandise, etc. and rolled up to the camera and held up a stack of record albums that all has NASCAR pictures on the covers. I don't know why, but in the dream world this scene was the absolute height of hilarity to me. I was crying I was laughing so hard. Go figure.
Suddenly, I was with my friend D, who I also haven't talked to in some time. I told him about this movie, and that he needed to see it. He said maybe sometime he would, but that right now he needed to just lay down and take a nap before he had to go to work. Why he was doing this in my house was beyond me, but it was really no big deal in my dream.
Then Katie came over and asked me if I wanted to eat some dinner with her. As I said before, she lived in a fictional house next to my fictional house in the dream, so I walked over to her backyard and we ate on a picnic table outside.
First I remember being at work, talking to C, a real-life former coworker who doesn't actually work with me anymore. It's been quite some time since I've even talked to him. He was telling me about this really great comedy movie that he counted as one of his all-time favorites. It was made in the early 80's, and he urged me to rent it. His description was so glowing, that I pretty much immediately obtained a copy and took it home to watch it.
Home in this dream was a house instead of my apartment. Katie lived in a house right next door to me, though she doesn't come into the dream until later.
So I watched the movie. It was really, really off-the-wall humor. Along the lines of a "Naked Gun" type movie, but far more obscure and subversive than that. It took me a while to find interest, but suddenly there were these scenes that just had me laughing hysterically. I wouldn't be surprised if I had been laughing in my sleep I was laughing so hard in the dream. I wish I could remember what was happening in the scenes, but I remember very little now.
I only recall vague elements of one scene. There was a guy in a red tank top, sweatbands, and short-shorts (like a jogger from the early 80's or something). He was in a store trying to purchase something, and all these wacky things were going on around him. The manager was giving him a lot of guff and suddenly the guy was on a Roller Racer...
Yes, a ROLLER RACER!
...which I haven't thought of in ages! Not since I as a kid in the actual 80's!
Anyway, he goes clumsily crashing about the store on his Roller Racer, knocking over merchandise, etc. and rolled up to the camera and held up a stack of record albums that all has NASCAR pictures on the covers. I don't know why, but in the dream world this scene was the absolute height of hilarity to me. I was crying I was laughing so hard. Go figure.
Suddenly, I was with my friend D, who I also haven't talked to in some time. I told him about this movie, and that he needed to see it. He said maybe sometime he would, but that right now he needed to just lay down and take a nap before he had to go to work. Why he was doing this in my house was beyond me, but it was really no big deal in my dream.
Then Katie came over and asked me if I wanted to eat some dinner with her. As I said before, she lived in a fictional house next to my fictional house in the dream, so I walked over to her backyard and we ate on a picnic table outside.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
They'rrrre OLD!
MORNING OF JANUARY 29, 2008
I was with at least one friend, possibly more (though even the one I'm sure of is only a vague presence in my memory) and we were visiting some zoo-like location. It wasn't set up like a traditional zoo, but it housed many animals.
At one point we entered a building that looked on the inside like a daycare or nursery. Each room was full of small furniture and other furnishings that you'd expect to find in a child's room. The only odd thing was that the walls and floors were just bare, uncovered cement. Oh, and every room was full of tigers!
My friend and I were speaking to a lady who was obviously one of the caretakers. As I cautiously observed the free-roaming tigers among us, the lady was telling us about one very special female tiger they were privileged to have in their facility. She gave its name, which I don't remember now, and told us this particular tiger was just over 400 years old!
When I expressed shock at the fact that a tiger could live that long, the lady assured me it was indeed highly unusual (most tigers never live to be older than 200 or so, she informed). I asked if we could see the very old tiger, and the caretaker promptly directed us to one corner of the room.
There was an oversize rocking chair in the corner with a huge, silver-white tiger curled up asleep in it. The caretaker carefully awakened the tiger, which slowly and groggily got out of the chair. The tiger's fur wasn't naturally the silver-white it was now, but had changed with age. It moved very slowly and gingerly, but otherwise seemed to be in good shape. I petted it, and couldn't believe it was 400 years old.
I was with at least one friend, possibly more (though even the one I'm sure of is only a vague presence in my memory) and we were visiting some zoo-like location. It wasn't set up like a traditional zoo, but it housed many animals.
At one point we entered a building that looked on the inside like a daycare or nursery. Each room was full of small furniture and other furnishings that you'd expect to find in a child's room. The only odd thing was that the walls and floors were just bare, uncovered cement. Oh, and every room was full of tigers!
My friend and I were speaking to a lady who was obviously one of the caretakers. As I cautiously observed the free-roaming tigers among us, the lady was telling us about one very special female tiger they were privileged to have in their facility. She gave its name, which I don't remember now, and told us this particular tiger was just over 400 years old!
When I expressed shock at the fact that a tiger could live that long, the lady assured me it was indeed highly unusual (most tigers never live to be older than 200 or so, she informed). I asked if we could see the very old tiger, and the caretaker promptly directed us to one corner of the room.
There was an oversize rocking chair in the corner with a huge, silver-white tiger curled up asleep in it. The caretaker carefully awakened the tiger, which slowly and groggily got out of the chair. The tiger's fur wasn't naturally the silver-white it was now, but had changed with age. It moved very slowly and gingerly, but otherwise seemed to be in good shape. I petted it, and couldn't believe it was 400 years old.
Sort of Like A Video Game
MORNING OF JANUARY 28, 2008
I was with two friends, one female and one male, and I can't for the life of me remember who they were, or if they were anyone specific. We were inside a fairly average-looking, two-story residential house. It looked dimly like a house I lived in some years ago, but not exactly. I was aware that some evil person or presence was in the house, and we were all three trying to escape unnoticed.
The evil person became aware of us though, and we were on the run, trapped in the upstairs portion of the home. There was nothing for it but to exit through a window. One by one we leapt out, and I was the last of the three. I remember the venetian blinds kept getting in the way.
Somehow we all three ended up safely in the front yard of the building, and the leap from the second story window had left none of us worse for wear. I was dimly aware that this whole scenario seemed unreal, and for some reason I began to think it was like a video game. I just remember feeling remarkably like this was some hyper-real video game I must be in.
The three of us hid behind a car in the driveway, hoping whatever evil person was pursuing us wouldn't see us there. I noticed a tin trash can, full to the rim with garbage, sitting near us. I remember having the thought, "If this really is some kind of video game, I should be able to just pick up that whole trash can and throw it at the bad guy to do some damage..."
I was with two friends, one female and one male, and I can't for the life of me remember who they were, or if they were anyone specific. We were inside a fairly average-looking, two-story residential house. It looked dimly like a house I lived in some years ago, but not exactly. I was aware that some evil person or presence was in the house, and we were all three trying to escape unnoticed.
The evil person became aware of us though, and we were on the run, trapped in the upstairs portion of the home. There was nothing for it but to exit through a window. One by one we leapt out, and I was the last of the three. I remember the venetian blinds kept getting in the way.
Somehow we all three ended up safely in the front yard of the building, and the leap from the second story window had left none of us worse for wear. I was dimly aware that this whole scenario seemed unreal, and for some reason I began to think it was like a video game. I just remember feeling remarkably like this was some hyper-real video game I must be in.
The three of us hid behind a car in the driveway, hoping whatever evil person was pursuing us wouldn't see us there. I noticed a tin trash can, full to the rim with garbage, sitting near us. I remember having the thought, "If this really is some kind of video game, I should be able to just pick up that whole trash can and throw it at the bad guy to do some damage..."
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