MORNING OF JUNE 4, 2012
For some reason I had to go to a special office one evening and sign some papers and official documents. I think it was supposed to be for something like a passport. The office was located in a little strip mall.
As I was approaching the entrance, I noticed a cute redheaded woman wearing a gray skirt and jacket with a white blouse and black heels standing inside one of the neighboring businesses. I didn't think much of it, other than that she was pretty.
Inside the office-of-whatever, someone directed me to a lady behind what looked like a bank teller's desk. She gave me the forms to sign, and then I had to wait around for something. There were several tables in the center of the room. It looked almost like a restaurant in that regard. I saw my friend Brandon, who I haven't seen in ages, sitting at on of the them, so I sat with him.
Then the cute redheaded lady came into the room. I heard her speak to someone and she had a British accent. I told Brandon, "Ah, she's from England, now it makes sense why she's in here." (Whatever that meant.)
Monday, June 4, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Meeting Karen
MORNING OF JUNE 3, 2012
Ashley and I were in a restaurant. We noticed that Karen Gillan ("Amy Pond" from Doctor Who) was seated at a nearby table. In the dream I was wearing a Doctor Who T-shirt that I had actually been wearing the night before ("Keep Calm and Don't Blink"). Karen saw us from across the way and, for some reason, waved as though she knew us. I ultimately figured out that she wanted to know what my shirt said, and then, because of the shirt, we got to meet her. My last memory is the three of us posing for a picture together.
Ashley and I were in a restaurant. We noticed that Karen Gillan ("Amy Pond" from Doctor Who) was seated at a nearby table. In the dream I was wearing a Doctor Who T-shirt that I had actually been wearing the night before ("Keep Calm and Don't Blink"). Karen saw us from across the way and, for some reason, waved as though she knew us. I ultimately figured out that she wanted to know what my shirt said, and then, because of the shirt, we got to meet her. My last memory is the three of us posing for a picture together.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Action Movie Scene
MORNING OF MAY 29, 2012
I was in a large, empty building or complex of some sort at night. I was vaguely aware that the place had been full of people at some point earlier in the dream. Suddenly, as I was creeping through one of the now-deserted rooms, the place shook violently, as from a bomb or an earthquake.
Rubble was falling all around me, and I ran and took cover under one of the dining tables. I consciously felt like I was in an action movie, and from that point on, I was in an action movie. The enemy was closing in on the building and I had to figure out what to do.
I was in a large, empty building or complex of some sort at night. I was vaguely aware that the place had been full of people at some point earlier in the dream. Suddenly, as I was creeping through one of the now-deserted rooms, the place shook violently, as from a bomb or an earthquake.
Rubble was falling all around me, and I ran and took cover under one of the dining tables. I consciously felt like I was in an action movie, and from that point on, I was in an action movie. The enemy was closing in on the building and I had to figure out what to do.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Reluctant Caterpillar
MORNING OF MAY 26, 2012
I was dating Zooey Deschanel, but I related to her as though she was my actual real-life girlfriend, so I guess she was sort of a mash-up character in the dream. I vaguely remember we were at someone's house where a party of some sort was being held.
We were ready to go, but before we could leave, I for some reason felt like I had to walk over to the fireplace in the room where we were and pick up a potted plant. There was a caterpillar on a leaf of the plant which I picked up and tried to shove into a small, circular hole in the side of the pot. The caterpillar struggled and did not want to go into the hole, and it was very tricky trying to force it to go in without squishing it. For some reason I just "knew" this worm was supposed to live in the soil and not on the surface, so I was trying to "help" it by forcing it to crawl through the hole into the dirt.
There was some other part of the dream where "Zooey" and I had a very mild argument, I think because I was ready to go home and she wanted to stay. She huffed out of the room and sulked somewhere.
I was dating Zooey Deschanel, but I related to her as though she was my actual real-life girlfriend, so I guess she was sort of a mash-up character in the dream. I vaguely remember we were at someone's house where a party of some sort was being held.
We were ready to go, but before we could leave, I for some reason felt like I had to walk over to the fireplace in the room where we were and pick up a potted plant. There was a caterpillar on a leaf of the plant which I picked up and tried to shove into a small, circular hole in the side of the pot. The caterpillar struggled and did not want to go into the hole, and it was very tricky trying to force it to go in without squishing it. For some reason I just "knew" this worm was supposed to live in the soil and not on the surface, so I was trying to "help" it by forcing it to crawl through the hole into the dirt.
There was some other part of the dream where "Zooey" and I had a very mild argument, I think because I was ready to go home and she wanted to stay. She huffed out of the room and sulked somewhere.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tree Stump Scribble
MORNING OF MAY 23, 2012
In real life, one of the last things I did before going to bed last night was to send an e-mail to an artist I'm a fan of requesting a commission. The commission is intended to be of my original characters, Jennifer & Bueno. In my dream I had received the commission--but it was just a scrap of paper with a hastily scribbled tree stump on it. Nothing more! I was so disappointed that I'd paid for this!
Other things were going on in the dream, but my most coherent memory is just my overwhelming dismay over this expensive, crappy little doodle.
In real life, one of the last things I did before going to bed last night was to send an e-mail to an artist I'm a fan of requesting a commission. The commission is intended to be of my original characters, Jennifer & Bueno. In my dream I had received the commission--but it was just a scrap of paper with a hastily scribbled tree stump on it. Nothing more! I was so disappointed that I'd paid for this!
Other things were going on in the dream, but my most coherent memory is just my overwhelming dismay over this expensive, crappy little doodle.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Michael Jackson Concert
MORNING OF MAY 20, 2012
I found a stash of family photos that were taken at a Michael Jackson concert sometime in the 80's. I never actually went to one. I would have been just a kid and my parents wouldn't have taken me in the first place. Even in the dream I was shocked to see them, because I "didn't remember" that my parents had taken me.
Judging by the not-very-good pictures, we had been way up in the nosebleed seats, because the stage was a faraway object with little specs of people on it. You could tell one of them apparently was wearing a bright red jacket, though.
Suddenly the dream changed to where I was actually sitting in the nosebleed seats at the actual concert! I only have vague memories of it, as it seemed to be over pretty soon. Filing through the lines of people after the show, I got word that Michael would be doing a meet-and-greet for a certain number of people. I decided to just follow the crowd over to the backstage area where this was supposed to happen.
As we waited in line for the meet-and-greet, it occurred to me that Michael Jackson was dead. This whole concert, and most certainly the meet-and-greet, were impossibilities. Then the line advanced and I could see the stage. There was a table spread with Micheal's former belongings. The table was surrounded by several large, bodyguard-type men wearing dark, hooded robes like monks.
These "monks" were using a special pen to sign items in MJ's name, then they'd hand them to a fan. It was very surreal.
The next thing I remember, I'm out of line and wandering around outside, though I can still see several lines formed in different areas. It all looked like a high school campus from the outside. I ran into my friend Julie from improv class and we spoke for a moment. then I think I got in another line and just stood there.
The weirdest thing about this dream is that at no point have I ever been any particular sort of Michael Jackson fan.
I found a stash of family photos that were taken at a Michael Jackson concert sometime in the 80's. I never actually went to one. I would have been just a kid and my parents wouldn't have taken me in the first place. Even in the dream I was shocked to see them, because I "didn't remember" that my parents had taken me.
Judging by the not-very-good pictures, we had been way up in the nosebleed seats, because the stage was a faraway object with little specs of people on it. You could tell one of them apparently was wearing a bright red jacket, though.
Suddenly the dream changed to where I was actually sitting in the nosebleed seats at the actual concert! I only have vague memories of it, as it seemed to be over pretty soon. Filing through the lines of people after the show, I got word that Michael would be doing a meet-and-greet for a certain number of people. I decided to just follow the crowd over to the backstage area where this was supposed to happen.
As we waited in line for the meet-and-greet, it occurred to me that Michael Jackson was dead. This whole concert, and most certainly the meet-and-greet, were impossibilities. Then the line advanced and I could see the stage. There was a table spread with Micheal's former belongings. The table was surrounded by several large, bodyguard-type men wearing dark, hooded robes like monks.
These "monks" were using a special pen to sign items in MJ's name, then they'd hand them to a fan. It was very surreal.
The next thing I remember, I'm out of line and wandering around outside, though I can still see several lines formed in different areas. It all looked like a high school campus from the outside. I ran into my friend Julie from improv class and we spoke for a moment. then I think I got in another line and just stood there.
The weirdest thing about this dream is that at no point have I ever been any particular sort of Michael Jackson fan.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
The Seance and the Parade
MORNING OF MAY 16, 2012
Ashley and I were watching a new episode of the current (second) season of Game of Thrones. There was a very intense scene which does not actually take place in the show or in the books, though in the dream I "remembered" it from the books.
Some Maester was seated at a table with Queen Cersei, who was demanding he contact a dead spirit for here. He laid out some herbs and other items on the table and eventually managed to call up a spirit, which was depicted as a sort of wispy, translucent, vaguely human form.
Cersei began to forcefully ask the spirit questions and demand answers. Suddenly, without touching her, the spirit violently slammed her head against the table then shoved her so that she fell over backwards in her chair. The spirit then leapt on top of her (as much as a smokey, translucent being can to that) and began speaking to her in a gravelly whisper of a voice that was more or less unintelligible.
After this, the spirit disappeared into a dead body that was in a bed elsewhere in the room. It was an extremely intense and disturbing scene!
After this I had a dream in which I was at a place that I guess was more or less Disney World. I was walking around the "Main Street" area on my own, but I was aware that I was there with other people who were currently off doing their own activities.
Suddenly a parade came down the street--and this is where it gets very hard to explain. As I watched the parade pass by, a man was explaining to me about the history of silent film. All of the passersby in the parade were actually silent film footage--they were in black and white, and had that unnatural, speeded-up movement you see in old films. It was exactly like watching a silent film of a parade, except it was passing right in front of me.
Someone in the parade was riding a donkey. The donkey had some material draped across it that was in bright red. The man beside me went on to explain how sometimes in the early days of film, they would hand paint certain frames of the film so that elements would appear in color, and that is what I was seeing here.
Eventually the surreal parade ended and I was wandering around on my own again. I realized I didn't have my camera and hadn't been taking any pictures from this entire trip, including the weird parade. I was very disappointed.
Ashley and I were watching a new episode of the current (second) season of Game of Thrones. There was a very intense scene which does not actually take place in the show or in the books, though in the dream I "remembered" it from the books.
Some Maester was seated at a table with Queen Cersei, who was demanding he contact a dead spirit for here. He laid out some herbs and other items on the table and eventually managed to call up a spirit, which was depicted as a sort of wispy, translucent, vaguely human form.
Cersei began to forcefully ask the spirit questions and demand answers. Suddenly, without touching her, the spirit violently slammed her head against the table then shoved her so that she fell over backwards in her chair. The spirit then leapt on top of her (as much as a smokey, translucent being can to that) and began speaking to her in a gravelly whisper of a voice that was more or less unintelligible.
After this, the spirit disappeared into a dead body that was in a bed elsewhere in the room. It was an extremely intense and disturbing scene!
After this I had a dream in which I was at a place that I guess was more or less Disney World. I was walking around the "Main Street" area on my own, but I was aware that I was there with other people who were currently off doing their own activities.
Suddenly a parade came down the street--and this is where it gets very hard to explain. As I watched the parade pass by, a man was explaining to me about the history of silent film. All of the passersby in the parade were actually silent film footage--they were in black and white, and had that unnatural, speeded-up movement you see in old films. It was exactly like watching a silent film of a parade, except it was passing right in front of me.
Someone in the parade was riding a donkey. The donkey had some material draped across it that was in bright red. The man beside me went on to explain how sometimes in the early days of film, they would hand paint certain frames of the film so that elements would appear in color, and that is what I was seeing here.
Eventually the surreal parade ended and I was wandering around on my own again. I realized I didn't have my camera and hadn't been taking any pictures from this entire trip, including the weird parade. I was very disappointed.
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