2/17/12

I woke up (in my dream) and didn’t go and shower right away, which greatly distressed me. Instead I first tried to eat this weird noodle dish someone offered me that had marshmallows in it. Next we went on a car ride with someone who was trying to get their license, but who drove really slowly. We stopped when we reached the cemetery down the road from my parent’s house. I wanted to go home to shower, but no one wanted to leave – they were doing some kind of work and there were a bunch of people – so I started making a map for a new story I wanted to write.

[End Dream]

This is the last dream I’ve recorded in my dream journal, which means that I’ll be posting dreams as they come, and not from stock. Sadness, I know – especially since I haven’t been waking up and remembering my dreams as of late. I’m hoping that some will come to mind fairly soon – I don’t want to neglect posting!

2/16/12

I was in a game that was a cross between The Hunger Games, the contest in Ready Player One, and a marathon – myself and a bunch of others were running, trying to avoid being killed, and we were looking for a key and a stone. I found the key and knew where the stone was because I could remember reading in a book where it was – the key was on a roof and the stone in a river. I also remember wandering through the woods with a friend at night while searching for the stone, running past paintings made with plungers, playing chess with a crazy person, lots of tireless running – miles and miles without getting breathless! – and getting a lap dance from David Bowie. I really wanted to post on Facebook about the lap dance – that was important.

[End Dream]

Man, I wish I’d written more about this dream; it’s been a long time since I’ve had one this great. In dreams you can do anything or be anyone that you want to be; in my dreams, I often find that I can fly or time travel or disappear. Some of the best dreams, though, are the ones where I can run. I know that this doesn’t sound all that exciting, but in real life I’m slow and can only run a block or two before I’m completely out of breath. I tried running track for a season, but it seems I wasn’t meant to be a runner; by the end of the season, my biggest accomplishment was that I could make it one time around the 1/4 mile track without having to stop. Being able to run in my dreams is wonderful, then, because I can run swiftly without ever losing my breath or even starting to breathe hard. It’s glorious; I just wish that I could remember how to do it in real life.

Oh, and the Hunger Games/Ready Player One references were pretty sweet, too! The David Bowie bit was a bit random, though… Heh.

2/15/12 – Later…

I went out to this rural restaurant on a date. I’d met this guy on Craigslist, something like that. I don’t know who he was, but he’d brought another date along so he could pick who he liked best. The other girl was Taylor Swift. We ordered our food, and the show that went on while people dined began. A child wearing many coats did crappy magic. Then these others legless versions of the first child – dragged themselves on stage, calling him a fraud. They had him take off his jackets – 5 or 6 or them, at least. Somehow they called me on stage to help get the shirts off, but I fell down the stage steps when pulling on a sleeve. One of the legless fellows asked me how old the kid was turning, who had a birthday, but I didn’t know what kid he meant. Back at my table, the guy and Taylor Swift were a bit disgusted or disappointed with me – it was Taylor Swift’s brother’s birthday, and he was turning 5 months. She had a card and wanted me to sign, but it was a really dirty card – full of naked women. She mentioned that she could magically get rid of babies, but only before they were born, but she said it wasn’t the same as an abortion. I thought that the card was too dirty for the child, and that was all that really bothered me.

[End Dream]

I don’t really know if this and the previous dream were interconnected or separated by waking for a brief moment, but they were so different from one another that I decided to split them up into new posts. We’re catching up, though – soon I won’t be doing these near-daily posts. You’ll have to wait to read about my dreams as they happen – crazy!

Also, what’s up with me and dreams of Taylor Swift? I mean, I guess I like her music – I definitely enjoy her song “Safe and Sound” from the soundtrack to The Hunger Games (though that might just be because I love The Hunger Games), but she isn’t my favorite or anything like that. Oh, well – it’s better than dreaming about celebrities that I really dislike. Besides, the situation itself was freaky enough – it was almost like the legless versions of the child were unsuccessful attempts to make him or something like him. Weird.

2/15/12

I was staying at my grandparent’s house with my brother, two cousins, and a few others. We were watching a movie – a horror movie, something with a lot of violence and blood – and everyone decided to play along like they were in the film. I watched one cousin sneak away and grab a poker for a weapon, while the other snuck into a broom closet full of metal bits that could be used as weapons. I fell asleep on a couch, because I don’t like scary movies and didn’t want to play their “game.” Every time one of my cousins or my brother would walk by, though, I’d noticed them, despite being half-asleep. They had killed almost everyone else, and I hid under the couch to be safe – I didn’t know if they were coming for me soon. Morning came, and my brother saw me under the couch, through a crack in the cushions. He was complaining that there was no cereal in the house.

[End Dream]

Despite how freaky this all sounds, I remember being quite calm and collected during it all. I think it was because I was sleeping while dreaming – that is, sleeping in my dream. The me inside of the dream was sleeping, on and off. I think that makes sense – maybe if I repeat it enough it’ll start to sound right.

2/9/12

I had married someone I didn’t love, and the person I did love came to visit. We went exploring and took a nap together. We were woken up by my husband and his father. On the way back to our apartment, we ran into an elderly Emily Dickinson, who taught me a new crochet pattern. The man I loved decided that he had to leave, that he couldn’t stay; I had no words to convince him not to go.

[End Dream]

… not the happiest of ways to start one’s day, is it? I only vaguely remember the bit about an old Emily Dickinson driving up and showing me some crochet, but the rest of it is a blur. Sometimes I feel really bad for dream-me; she might have some awesome highs, but her lows are so incredibly depressing. I wonder if it’s worth it?

2/8/12

I was in a Nazi concentration camp that was made up of a big building with a ton of secret doors. At one point, I decided that I needed to escape. A part of this camp was the classroom building, where I was a student. Moments before I made to run, an alarm sounded, saying that I had a gun and was to be shot by the next Nazi to find me. My classmates all hid me in a corner and stood in front of me; to anyone just looking in, it appeared that they were huddled in the corner out of fear, and not that they were hiding me. They finally put me out of the classroom, but I couldn’t figure out where to go. One of my classmates took pity and led me to a side door, pointing me on my way. I asked her for her name, and she told me it was Caitlin. In my mind, I vowed to name my first child after her. I ran up this stairwell and finally came upon a sanctuary-type area. I tried hiding in a big pot, but it kept echoing my breath, so I just hid behind a bench. Shortly thereafter a group of five or eight people came in. I peeked out at them, and they let me know it was safe and that they were friends. I was so surprised and happy that I just began to sob. They explained that they went on missions and rescued others instead of leaving and saving themselves. Even though I wanted to live and be free so badly, I decided that theirs was truly the better way to live, and agreed to help them.

[End Dream]

I admit that I’ve watched a lot of World War II films in recent months, and specifically ones that focus on the Holocaust – everything from Schindler’s List to The Boy with the Striped Pyjamas, from Night and Fog to The Pianist (one of my favorites). This dream, however, is the first time that I recall these movies really working their way into my sleeping mind. I’m glad that in my dream I was so willing to help others escape, but I do wonder if I would have the courage to risk everything in real life – to run in the first place, and then to stop running and voluntarily return to the camp in order to save others. I hope I would.

2/3/12

I dream that I was dreaming, and in the dream that I was dreaming I was being held by some unknown arms. I was staying with my two roommates in a flat that was divided into two rooms, a little one where I stayed and a big one where they stayed, above a business or house. Every time I would go to sleep there, I would get this distinct feeling that someone was holding me, someone who loved me. When I would wake up, I would realize that it was likely just my own arms laying haphazardly across my own body. When I was awake, some other friends and I would go hunt Pokémon. If we encountered one, all of three of us would get to control one Pokémon against it, as the opposing creature was always much stronger than our own. You also always captured the Pokémon when you had finished defeating it. My favorites were Eevee and Bulbasaur, and I used them to fight the most.

[End Dream]

… why do I keep dreaming about Pokemon? I mean, they’re cool and all – much cooler when I was at an appropriate age to be playing with them, but still. At least my mind still remembers my favorite starter – I always went with Bulbasaur. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever used a fire-starter – I’ve used water and grass, but never fire. Odd.

Also, this dream kind of felt like that film, Inception. Maybe I’m just going crazy, but it definitely felt like it was a “dream-within-a-dream.”

2/1/12

I’m Rose from the film Titanic. I’m put onto a lifeboat with my mother (Rose’s mother from Titanic) and another rich lady as the Titanic sinks. We’re the only three on our lifeboat, and I’m disgusted with this – there’s room for so many more people. People swim past, trying to get boats to take more people, and I take on two small girls and an Asian couple before my mother freaks out and gets me to stop. A rich man also joins us, and we begin to head for land. We’re in the Straits of Mackinaw in Northern Michigan, and we begin heading for my hometown, driving the boat down the street. I bond with the Asian girl, though she scorns me at first when I can’t pronounce her name. We pass through one town, and I ask why we didn’t stop in the first town to get help. It turns out the ship sank in international waters, and locals can’t help with anything. We make a pit stop, and the other girl, who tells me she’s from Vegas, steals some change from this ashtray on the boat/car’s doors. I’m worried that my mother will catch her and be angry, and she gives me a few extremely rare coins because she sees I am her friend. We never do go back to save more people, and I feel helpless.

[End Dream]

I haven’t sen Titanic in years, but I guess it must have been on my mind recently.

Oh, and for those of you unfamiliar with Michigan geography – the Straits of Mackinaw is the strip of water connecting Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, separating the lower peninsula of Michigan with the upper peninsula. Yay for geography!

1/30/12

I was a teenager, doing my homework at my parent’s house. Something happened on my computer on Facebook, and I went outside. I was lifted up into the air, and when I fell back to earth – a great distance – my fall was broken by a Pokémon card. A little later I was lifted up again, and went to this whole new world. I kept running into wild Pokémon here, and when I found that I had a pokeball, I decided to do a Nuzlocke challenge, starting with the next creature I saw. It was a Duduo, this two-headed wingless bird, and I actually managed to catch it without weakening it. I ran into these people in a cave who knew that I wasn’t from their world, but I refused to give them my identity.

[End Dream]

I don’t know why I would go after a Duduo – it never was one of my favorite Pokemon. Still, this one was a really fun dream – I remember wandering around in the tall grass, looking for some strange creature I could catch and be friends with.

1/28/12

My two roommates and I were staying at my grandparent’s house. I decide that I will go ahead and marry a longtime guy friend, just like all of our mutual friends have wanted us to do. The day of the wedding arrives, but I’m not feeling terribly motivated. I tell my mom that I don’t even know if I can go through with the wedding – I just don’t love him. My mom asks me to just pretend, because I really need to get married, and she really wanted to be mother of the bride. She’s just so excited and doesn’t want me to ruin the day, but my mind kept flashing to what would happen come nightfall.

[End Dream]

I don’t really know where in the heck a dream like this came from – marrying one of my friends? It didn’t involve sex or anything weird like that, just settling down to get married. I guess even in my dreams I refuse to settle down and get married.