Dream Journal

I get an e-mail from a college in the "College Junk" folder that I created in my hotmail account. The subject is something like "From University" and when I open the e-mail, it says, "Congratulations! ..." and tells me that I got into the university.

However, I realize that I have no idea which university sent me this e-mail. I look all over the e-mail message, but I can't find any references to any specific university. Then, I think I see that it is from Princeton (and I am impressed with myself), but when I try to find where I saw "Princeton," I can no longer find it. Then, all of a sudden, I see that it says "Northestern University" in big purple letters all over the e-mail. (Purple is the university color.) But, as I continue to look at the message, these words, too, start to disappear.

Yay! Now I am part of the cool club!

By now, this is mostly the memory of the memory of a dream. Nevertheless:

I am in a group of about six people, half male, half female. I am not sure if I'm one of the six people, though; I am inhabiting the 1st person/3rd person land of dreams. Nevertheless, I will refer to us as we.

We go to a well. Then, entering the well, we turn into... fairies - little fairies with wings. My mind accepts it as necessary that we turn into fairies so that we can go under water. I'm not quite sure why we're going under water, but I think there may be a fairy settlement at the bottom of the well.

Now, while we are under water, a herd of giant, triangular mechanical dragons come to terrorize the town above the well. They breath fire and smash houses, and there is no escape for any of the civilians. Nevertheless, I (seeing this action from an omniscent point of view) do not worry at all about this destruction because I know that I am safely underwater in the well.

Eventually, however, one dragon comes to the well and says that it should be examined, to make sure there are no humans hiding inside. A second dragon contradicts him, though; they cannot go into the well because they have no batteries. The batteries that they did have were used in the lightsabers.

And that is where the dream ends. It confuses me as much as it probably does you; my mind has a mind of its own.

Ok, well. I've been having a series of dreams in which I am partaking in habits that I do not have and would not like to have. Through out the dreams I have both a guilty pleasure for doing what I do and an intense fear of being caught at it. Each time I realize that I can't hide what I've done, especially from my friends who know me well. The first dream had me smoking. I enjoyed the sensation (I don't know what smoking actually feels like, it just felt like warmth in my lungs) but I knew that I would smell like cigarettes. In the second dream, I was drinking, I enjoyed the loose happy feeling, but I knew that my parents would notice immediately. In the third dream, I had cut myself and knew that people would see the scars on my arms. Also, after all the dreams I had a moment of clarity where I knew for a fact that I had become addicted and wouldn't be able to stop. Woke up feeling a lack of control.



That's all and the end!

I dreamt that I went to an Oasis concert in a bar. I was kidnapped and woke up somewhere in a dangerous section of a city. It was weird.

Ok here is a dream. Behold, for it is an odd dream.

Go

First scene

I am 2D from the band Gorillaz. I am in a darkened room with a stage. The rest of the band is with me and we are watching this concert where other bands are playing our songs. The first is a high school band and they sounded pretty much like us. The next was some classical orchestra that played “Clint Eastwood”, which is one of my favorite songs. I talked to Noodle the most through out the concert, which isn’t too strange as 2D and Noodle are my favorite characters. Oh yeah, I had a wicked British accent. Oh this next thing is important. We were not in cartoon form, we were real. They looked exactly like the cartoon selves except a little more real, less skinny, except for Russel. Anyway, Russel just watched the concert, and Murdoc was complaining about something and Noodle and I were commenting on the bands performance. I remember panicking because I thought that we were supposed to perform and I forgot all the lyrics. Noodle said that she didn’t think that was the case and Murdoc kept saying it was we were on next and I didn’t know who to believe so I just tried to look at a booklet of lyrics and memorize them. Special note on the room- it was kinda separate from the rest of the room and we were on black folding chairs. The stage was brightly lit.

Second Scene
We were in a room that I think was our hotel room. The walls were blue and there were two beds and two chairs. We were talking about our new album cover and what to put on it I think, but I was just kinda spacing out while they talked. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. We all clammed up and I went to get the door. Some girl was outside asking if she could apply for a job with us. I slammed the door and we panicked because nobody was supposed to know we were there. We all threw on these t-shirts (mine was yellow) that turned us into our cartoon selves so that nobody could see what we really looked like. Russel grabs some rope and jumps out a window. I notice that this entire wall is made of windows and the part he jumped out of has no glass. Murdoc follows down the rope and so does noodle. I stand at the top of the window and look down. It is five stories to the ground. The rope really serves no purpose in climbing rather just to hold onto while you fall. I start talking to myself to calm myself down because I am terrified of jumping. Finally I jump talking to myself all the way down and hit the ground running. Everyone else has a big head-start so I am struggling to catch up. As we pass things they start to turn into cartoons because of our shirts. I particularly remember two acorns turning into a cartoon squirrel and a cartoon dead moose head. Other things turn into cartoons too like the birds, grass, and flowers. Finally, the rest of the band gets to these busses that are as yellow as my shirt. They hop onto one and the door shuts, with me stuck outside the bus yelling to let me on. I almost get left behind but the bus stops and lets me on after the band told the bus driver that I was one of them. I get on and sit in a seat and we all are laughing. I take off my shirt and Russel suggests I put it back on. I do and it doesn’t work right changing my arms and making the rest of me blurry. I think to myself that I got a one use shirt instead of a good one. Noodle says I need a new one and that she will make me one. This makes sense because Noodle is Japanese and that is how the Japanese make anime.

Third Scene
This is very brief. I, as 2D, am sitting on a red and white tent at a fair trying to get my shirt to work. I am worried that if I don’t get a new one soon, I won’t be able to play in the band.

End

Movin' this over to the dream community, where it belongs!!

I was on a futuristic highway system where all the checkpoints were underground and for whatever reason the traffic consisted of both large tractor trailers and people? So I was really confused as I had never had to go on one of these tracks before, and ended up trying to pass through the toll by bartering a manga book. The boy who was operating it was like: Hon...no. But I didn't have any money, so he made me kiss him to get by and I was so mad.

The rest of it was sort of a strange montage of images, like, me and two dream people holding a smiling Asian woman out of a window and the newspapers reporting it as an attempted suicide because all they saw was her back. Another image of me living in a University Garden type apartment complex with no A/C and Gibson and I going to the pool to escape our parents (hrm).

I really wish I could remember all of these, they're so long and involved. Maybe I should stop sleeping for fourteen hours a day.

I dreamt that my church was trying to force me to perform in a big Christian Poetry Slam.

I kept trying to explain that I didn't write any slam with good religious connotation (see: "God Raped Mary: An Expression of Sexuality", and just about any other piece I've written on the subject. None of which are slam incidentally)

So I spent the rest of my dream hiding in the organ closet (haha, that sounds funny) which was pretty sweet.

I was running around in a maze, not to find my way out or for any particularly goal-oriented reason, except that I didn't want to be found. I kept running and I could hear someone shouting at me, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I just knew that I didn't want them to find me. Suddenly I realized that the hedges were only up to my shoulder. And the person was laughing.

It was my aunt. She came over and asked me to watch her 2 year old girl, Erin, while she took a boat trip on the lake. I agreed and Erin asked me to read her a book. But I got distracted by a strange noise coming from upstairs. I went to investigate and found it was nothing. I picked up a book from the shelf and started readsing it to myself, which I did for a bit until I remembered that I had a child in my care. I ran downstairs and looked around, she wasn't there. I started shouting her name, she didn't answer, I got more and more aggravated and ran outside. Something was floating in the water. I dragged her out but she was dead. And for the rest of the dream I just sat there with a little dead girl in my arms, reading her a story.

I'm afraid of the ocean. But its so beautiful! I could stare at it forever and i do like wallowing around in waves....but water in general terrifies me at times. I suppose that's healthy. Anyway it comes about in my dreams often. or should i say nightmares? is this also a nightmare community? hehe. I can't recall the first half of the dream i had last night, but my memory picks up with my mom and I on the coast of North carolina, some random part of it i have never seen and it was unclear in my mind, just a beach of sorts with a big dock. We've somehow been stranded here and we're staring at this big sign with a map of north carolina and my mom draws this red line (magic! or is her finger a crayon??) in this arc from where we are to where we should be and explains that we will kayak all the way there. I look at her like she's crazy. For some reason i knew that this line was 12500 miles long. Kayak all the way there? I DON"T THINK SO. Then this huge huge huge boat pulls in at the dock, a big cruise boat. There's a smaller white boat in the distance. Suddenly we are surrounded by a crowd of people running and shouting to get on the boat and go see the white boat on the horizon. me and mom rush after them hoping to get on the boat and get back to where the rest of our family is safe at my grandparent's beach house where we normally stay...which is apparently 12500 miles away. We magically appear on this huge boat and pull away from the dock. It becomes like War of the Worlds or any mass panic/evacuation movie where people are screaming to be let on board and falling into the water and clinging to the sides of the ship. I'm at the far back of it staring over the railing at this little girl floating around in the water and suddenly my mom is in the water too next to her. WHAT! stop the boat! but its too late and we're already far out at sea and then the captain yells HOLD ON! and somehow we're going so fast the boat tilts up in the back and i'm flung over the railing clinging to it and i can't see anything for the water diving into my face and i can't hear anything but the roar of the boats motor and i'm yelling for help help help but no one hears me and i don't hear me and then i wake up........phew........


-possible dream origin: when we were in michigan, crystal lake got very choppy at times and the motorboat my dad drove would tilt up amazingly in the front and bounce over the waves and spray in my face and i would nearly fly out of my seat in the very front of the boat (i didn't realize it would be such a frightening experience at the time i chose my seat) so perhaps that is one element my dream stole from my memories

I suppose I get to start off this whole posting my dream thing. To anyone who happens to join, it doesn't matter what format you use or how you choose to express the dream, it's just important that you get it out.

I had an odd dream last night, one of those dreams about people you haven't seen or spoken to in ages.

I dreamt that I had gone to visit a big city, and I ran into Clelie at the Blockbuster there. I was really happy to see her and we got to talking and I found that she was extremely set on dragging me about to visit a number of colleges. I ran around after her and kept asking where we were going and how she planned on getting us there, due to our lack of transportation of any sort. So in a brilliant Grand Theft Auto video-game-like move, Clelie stole us a car, and we were driving around and I was hyperventilating because we'd just flung some poor old man out of his car, and suddenly Clelie tells me that what we're actually doing is joining the Peace Corp. but in order to do that we had to meet up at the YMCA day camp, so as to remain undercover. Before we went to YMCA we stopped off at a pretentious theater and ran into a bunch of drama kids (all dressed up) who told us that the Soviets were going to start another Cold War any second, and if we knew what was good for us we'd move along. We got to the camp as a big storm started to form and I ran inside and was handed a letter from my editor (I have an editor?) who told me that my book was good, but I needed some punctuation.