Dreamstuff

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 14:04:43 GMT

I dreamed I went home for winter break. I knew a couple foxes were in the area, but I didn't think much of it. However, someone left the door to the house open, and they got in. (It was my house, but not my house. I thought it was home, but it had no resemblance to the real one.) I went into my mom's bedroom, and Sheba was on the floor. She was dead, with thick patches of red staining her white fur and a big open wound across the ruff of the side of her neck. I started scraming.

Later on, in the course of an entirely separate dream, I suddenly remembered Sheba was dead and started crying. And then I thought, "Wait. Am I sure she's really dead? Do I remember seeing her body? How could I have, I'm in DC, Sheebs is back in Atlanta." I suddenly became mostly confident that I'd dreamed her death, and stopped crying. I snickered at myself for 'believing in a dream when I was awake.'

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 15:15:29 GMT

This dream wins the title for Most Fucked Up ever, if only because of the very end.

I was a she-jaguar. I suppose the setting reminded me somewhat of Jungle Book, but it would've been in South America, not India. I was on the hunt in the forest, and came across a man and his toddler son. I killed the father and ate him; an easy hunt. I was about to stroll back into the forest and continue on my way, when the man's son started crying, and I stopped, confused. I was no longer hungry, so I wasn't going to eat the kid, but somehow it felt wrong to leave a crying child alone in the jungle. So not knowing what else to do, I picked him up in my maw, holding him by the scruff like a jaguar cub, and took him with me.

Time passes. I grow fond of the kid, and decide to keep him. I hunt things for him, and watch him play. In the back of my head, I tell myself I'm just keeping him till I can abadon him at one of the human settlements, but I never get around to it. The other jaguars are upset with me; they do not like that I am keeping a human as a pet.

One day, I leave the boy at my den, while going out to hunt. I run into another jaguar-- a much bigger male, a known bully, and not a friend. He asks where the human is. I do not tell him. He laughs and attacks me and we fight, but I am too small, and am badly wounded. When I'm too injured to fight back, he leaves me, following my trail back to my den. I somehow muster up the strength to follow after, trying to run on three paws.

I get back to the den just in time to see the big male find my human child. He kills him before I can do anything, tearing out his throat. I howl, sad and anguished. The dead boy lies at the feet of the big male.

And then the other jaguar looks at me in disdain and says, "Oh, come now, it's no real loss. His body is still here, cells can always be taken from it. He can be cloned again, and it'll be just the same."

... This shocks me so much-- what is a jaguar doing talking about cloning?-- that I wake up.

There was a tiny puppy in the dream, too.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 14:20:41 GMT

Caroline took some kind of poison, to kill herself. Rat poison, arsenic, I'm not sure what, exactly, though in the dream it had a specific name.

I was actually first-person as her for part of it-- Susan was in the dream, but I was seeing the dream from behind my sister's eyes.

But she/I took the poison, thinking it would kill me/her quickly. It didn't. There was coughing and blood involved.

I phased out of Caroline and became Susan again. I was freaking out because of Caroline, trying to convince her to live. She got bitchy and pissy and told me to leave her alone. I screamed at her. She screamed back.

She lived a lot longer than we all expected. Finally the next day I convinced someone to call 911-- before, we hadn't, because we'd assumed it was too late and she was going to die no matter what. But after her living through the whole day, it was time to call the paramedics.

But by the time they got there, she had died. They told us if we'd called them a lot sooner, she might've lived. I woke up crying.

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 14:29:43 GMT

1) I dreamed there was video footage of the Amish school house shootings, and I watched it. It was one of the more horrifying things I've seen in my life. Luckily, it woke me up, so I didn't see the end of it.

2) In another dream, there was an Otherlandesque computer program, and I decided to give it a try. As soon as I 'logged in' I ran into Kev and Aino. I actually ended up running into a lot of random people I know. And then I figured out how to fly. Sweet! I love flying dreams!

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 20:46:58 GMT

I dreamed I had an AIM conversation with someone.

The next day, I was actually talking to him, and referenced it. He did not, for obvious reasons, have any friggin' clue what I was talking about.

It was only at that point I realized I'd dreamed the whole thing up.

Camp.

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 15:43:39 GMT

The dream started off at a typical looking summer camp-- I think it reminded me a bit of Frog Hallow, where I used to go when I was 5-6, but I was definitely at least 17 in the dream.

It was an all girls camp, too. The other campers were a mix of girls I knew from high school, some from GW, some I didn't know in real life at all. There were two counselors, both women that seemed familiar, but I can't place them now.

The first half of the dream was normal camp stuff. The second half? Turned bizarre. For whatever reason, it became apparent that we now had to commit mass suicide at the end of camp. And I was okay with this at the time-- "Oh, okay, when camp's over, we kill ourselves, why not." But then when the end of camp came, I suddenly went, "Woah. Oh no no."

We were all lined up outside one of the cabins. And one by one, the girls went in-- and in a sort of Auschwitz twist, the method of suicide was to go into a shower, where "sonic sound waves" would instantly kill you. I waited outside with the others, slowly becoming more and more convinced that I could not go through with this. Earlier in the dream, I'd asked curiously what happened if any girls backed out at the last minute and decided not to kill themselves. The counselor only said, "That happens sometimes."

So one by one, my friends willingly went in. I kept making sure someone else went before me. We talked amongst ourselves, and it became clear I was the only one having doubts.

"I can't do this."
"What? But you're supposed to!"
"I'm not ready to die. I don't care how much life sucks, I wanna keep going."

It felt so real in the dream. Like I was actually staring death in the face and contemplating my last few minutes of existence.

I broke and ran. They came after me. There were gun battles. I escaped, made it to the road, flagged a truck down. A guy was driving it. Turns out, he was a nephew of the counselor. I dove out of the car. A lot more stuff happened, but fast forward to when I made it to a Domestic Violence Crisis Center, and ran in for help.

I told the people there what was going on. Suddenly, I looked out the window and saw the nephew, carrying a gun. "It's him!" I yelled. They hid me, and sent three of the men who worked at the center to guard me. We hid in the attic. I cowered in the back on the floor, looking frightened and helpless and defenseless.

The nephew found us in the attic. "Give her to me," I said. "No," one of my Protectors said. I kept looking all defenseless on the floor. "She has to commit suicide. She promised," the nephew insists again.

I stand up off the floor, and draw the gun I'd had with me the whole time. I blow the newphew to smithereens. "I promised nothing!" Then I turn and round, and, one by one, executioner style, I kill my three protectors.

The two women who worked at the center run upstairs, looking around in horror at the four dead bodies. "But they were on your side!" They shriek. "They were trying to save you!"

"I know. But they were men," I tell them, as if this explains everything. And then I dive out the window and hit the ground running. I woke up.

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 16:30:30 GMT

This time the owl killed me.

Wed, 31 May 2006 21:57:32 GMT

I was at some aquarium with my dad. The aquarium was built beside a waterfall of an actual river, and had a sort of outdoor exhibit.

Outside, I spotted a great horned owl-- that's what it looked like, anyway-- and I tried to get a picture, but I was too slow. And then it started to fly away.

Except it decided to land on me. After knocking me down. When I tried to move, its talons tightened about my neck. I shrieked, and my dad ran for help, and I was conviced I was going to get killed by a friggin' bird.

Finally I was able to gently roll over, and upset the bird's perch. And then I shrieked and ran like hell with the bird squawking and flying after me. I made it inside before it could kill me. I win!

Fri, 05 May 2006 17:28:32 GMT

The entire dream was a long, long chase scene. Mostly through islands, so I had to do a lot of swimming to get between them.

I was being chased by zombies. I thought everyone else in the world was dead, except for a handful of survivors I was with. They got eaten, though.

Eventually I reached an island where people were still living normally. The zombies were still after me, however, they had ceased to look like dead ghouls but were now regular lookin' people out to assassinate me. I shaved my hair off and got a face tattoo and piercings to try and disguise myself, but then the tattoo guy turned me into the zombie-assassins, so I had to swim to yet another island. This one was cold and barren and had lots of sheep. And then I woke up.

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 12:17:24 GMT

There was a big fair being planned.

The highlight of the fair was to be a gigantic twisting roller coaster. Except it was a "suicide roller coaster."

Because at the very end, the tracks jetted out over the water-- and ended.

And some people bought tickets for it anyway. Because apparently this seemed like a pretty neat way to kill yourself.

I watched it when it went off. The roller coaster itself was very long, and pretty cool, but the people on it didn't cheer. Finally, at the end, it reached the end of the tracks and shot out into the air before crashing down into the water and sinking. I stood there on the cliff edge with all the other spectators; I thought I could just barely see the coaster through the water, but I couldn't be sure.

I wondered what the people on it were thinking as they died, and wondered how long it would take them to drown.

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 13:49:28 GMT

I was a pretty pretty princess.

Well. I was princess of Denmark, anyway. And Susanna was my twin sister, also a princess.

On our 15th birthday, we were allowed to leave the Royal Apartment for the first time, and explore Copenhagen on our own.

We went to SciTrek. And the grocery store. We pondered visiting Amsterdam, but we decided it was too far and would wait for another day. Having been sheltered princesses for the first fifteen years of our life, the outside world was somewhat confusing.

That was pretty much it.

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 15:09:30 GMT

There was a long involved rationale for everything I don't remember. Basically, we were making an aerial attack on an alien space ship.

So we fly up (I'm not allowed to pilot, I'm bitter about this) and "dock" with the other aircraft. Only by dock, I mean that I'm actually holding the two plan floater thingies together, sitting on one and holding the edge of the other with my hands.

The aliens come out and start throwing mini-bombs at us. I manage to shove one off and he falls to his doom. The other, though, is more dangerous. Finally, I make a flying leap and push the guy away.

Of course, I'm free falling now.

So one of my companions grabs two parachutes and dives after. She catches up and hands it to me mid-air. So I'm frantically trying to put the parachute on and the ground's rushing closer and closer... And then I woke up.

So no idea if I succeeded or not.

Mon, 20 Feb 2006 05:53:58 GMT

I was standing on one side of the road-- it was over on Old Ivy, only for some reason it wasn't a two lane road anymore, but a small highway.

And Raptor was on the other side. Though, Raptor never lived there-- she didn't show up until I was 11, and we moved out of that house when I was 9. Maybe in the dream I was substituting her for Pita or Serendipity.

She was trying to cross the road, and I started screaming at her to go back. The road was busy. She didn't listen, of course not, cats never listen.

She made it about halfway, and then saw a big truck coming. She tried to go back, but another car was there. I screamed. And screamed. I didn't do anything else. She ran. She tried to make a dash for me, finally, but she didn't make it. Her body was in the gutter up twenty yards ahead of me, somehow, and though I knew what I'd find, I went to make sure anyway.

I started sobbing, and woke up crying. It took me a few moments to convince myself it was just a dream. It felt real.

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 22:49:20 GMT

I was in bed trying to fall asleep, last night. I thought I was still awake.

Suddenly, the room started to flash, and I was paralyzed. I tried to move, and couldn't-- my eyes were open, but my arms and legs wouldn't respond, so I lied there as the world sort of convulsed around me. I can't explain it.

Finally I managed to jerk myself up, and fell off the bed-- I thought I was dying, so I was trying to scramble to my cell phone, which was charging on the floor, or maybe get to the door and call my roommates for help. It felt like it went on forever; it was painful, but not a physical pain. I can't really explain it.

Except then I woke up, for real, and I was still lying on my bed and I could move again. I checked the clock on the bedside table, and it had only been fifteen minutes since I'd last seen it.

It was the most terrifying dream ever. It took me two hours to get to sleep after it.

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 16:56:23 GMT

In my dream, I had apparently not been taking very good care of myself. (Okay, so the case could be made it's the same in RL, but whatever.) There were some people around who apparently had reason to care about this-- my coaches or trainers or something, I wasn't too sure which.

Anyway, it was breakfast, and I made myself toast. And they got mad at me because I was eating white bread, and started yelling at me that I ought to get something healthier. And I started whining that I had whole grain bread, but it was moldy, so I has to eat the white instead.

Wow, what a pointless dream.

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 18:30:03 GMT

Possibly a sign I'm letting political events seep into my subconscious too much.

But I dreamed it was near the end of the Saddam trial. A verdict was to be returned in court the next day. And Saddam-- aided by the Russians, French, and Indonesians (Indonesia? Wtf?!)-- made a jail break and escaped. We tried to track him down, but were unable to do so before I woke up.

Oh yeah. And while searching for Saddam, we found out that OBL died of liver failure in the Pakistani mountains.

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 16:38:20 GMT

It was a sci-fi dream. I was living on a recently colonized planet, with a small city that was acting as the frontier. I was an alien. A guy alien, at that. My job was some generic "help colonize the planet" thing, and there were two other people on my team. One was a different kind of alien, and the other I think was human. Apparently, we were in love.

But there was a revolt, and violence broke out, and there was fighting on the streets. Me and my partners got attacked, and we tried to fight back. Me and the girl managed to escape, but our partner was killed. In the fighting, me and the girl got seperated.

The whole planet broke down, and eventually everyone either died ot escaped the planet in spaceships. But not me. I had nowhere else to go, and no reason to leave. So I lived alone in a cabin in an isolated part of the planet for twenty years.

Finally, the planet was re-colonized again, and reluctantly, I agreed to join their new society. When I did, they revealed to me that the girl had also joined them-- she had been on the planet as well, the whole time, as both of us had believed the other was either dead or gone.

So we had some insanely melodramatic reunion scene, each sadly lamenting the fact that we had been entirely alone for 20 years, but yet had we wandered to the other side of the planet, we could have been together.

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 17:30:25 GMT

That dream was so cracked out that there are not words for it.

Damn you, subconscious.

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 15:37:19 GMT

Grossest dream ever.

I was living on a canal somewhere, and for some reason, all the water dried up.

Leaving mud and dead fish everywhere. To leave my house or go anywhere, I had to walk through the mud and rotting fish and it was disgusting.

A confusing and nonsensical dream.

Sun, 25 Dec 2005 17:32:58 GMT

We were prisoners in a jail somewhere. We wanted to make an escape.

I was a new prisoner. My friends had been there a lot longer, and knew what was going on, so I followed there lead.

At one point, I was told to stay behind-- the guards were doing a prisoner count, and I was in the wrong block. If I'd been there too, the count would have been off and the guards would've known something was up.

But I got scared and followed along anyway. When they saw me, one of my friends went "Shit!" and decided to run and hide, so that the rest of us wouldn't get caught. We passed the inspection, but then we couldn't find the other girl.

We did, finally. A guard had caught her, skulking out of place, and thrown her in lock up.

Wait. To back track. The prison was run by 'collars'-- each prisoner had one, and they would indicate if a prisoner was somewhere they shouldn't be. Normally, if you tried to take them off a living body, they'd blow up, but we'd discovered a way to get them off without causing them to go kablooie. Only the girl who'd been caught had the collar-remover-device, and it had been taken from her.

For some reason, the guards hadn't discovered that her collar was off, but we knew it was a matter of time. Once they found out, they'd killer.

And then a friend of ours, one who wasn't in the escape plot, decided to be noble. He killed himself, so that his collar could be taken off. We took the collar and passed to our friend, and the guards saw she had a collar on and were satisfied. Then, when they were busy dealing with our friend who'd killed himself, we escaped.

We split up, after we got free. I went to South America. One day, wandering by a cafe, I saw two men reading a newspaper article about the escape, and the guy who had killed himself for us, and I started crying. I wanted to tell the men what a brave guy he'd been, but knew if I did they'd just turn me into the police, so I kept walking.

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 18:35:20 GMT

It was quiet and dark. I think it was supposed to be pitch black out, but seeing wasn't a problem. Magic dream cat eyes.

There was an object I had to carry to the top of a mountain. It kept changing, though I never realized this.

At first, it was a light reflecter. I had to put it on top of the mountain, so the helicopter would see it and be able to find the village below, to deliver its supplies.

But midway up, the reflecter became a large rock. And I was carrying it for punishment, for some transgression that I cannot recall. I tried to tie vines to it to strap it to my back to make it easier to carry, but they kept snapping, and when the rock fell it would roll some ways back down the mountain, and each time I had to recover it.

Before the top, it changed a final time, and became a white cross. There was a name written on it, in black, but I could not read it, either because it was too dark or because I had forgotten how to read or because it was written in another language. At the summit of the mountain was a small cairn that passing travelers had built up, and I placed the cross on top.

I thought that I should say a prayer, but I couldn't remember any-- I remember trying to recite the Lord's Prayer, but not being able to think of the words. So finally I just said, "Good bye," and left.

If B plays at 6 and H is a rock band, when does E play?

Sat, 03 Dec 2005 16:38:08 GMT

Last night, during my, like, half hour of sleep, I had a nightmare where I took the LSAT and couldn't answer all the questions on the logic games section in time.

And then I was a /total dumbass/ and forgot to bubble in random answers to try and at least get lucky on a few of them. So I spent the rest of the dream running about going "NOOOOOOOOOOO I'm a dumbass."

And now I'm in my 15 minute break of the *actual* LSAT, and I just did the logic games section, and I managed to /finish every question/, despite my dire predictions I would crash and burn miserably. So my fears that what happened in the dream would happen in real life did not materialize.

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 17:25:04 GMT

I dreamed I was carrying a large rock. I don't know why, but I had to. I couldn't put it down till I got wherever it was I was going.

There was a pile of glass where someone had dropped a bottle, and I didn't see it. I stepped into it, and all the shards of glass stuck into the ball of my right foot. Since I couldn't put the rock down and wasn't able to hold it with just one hand, I couldn't stop to get the glass out, so I had to keep walking with it in there.

I realized a little while after I woke up that the glass in the dream injured me in the exact same place where I split open the bottom of my foot during soccer practice a few days ago.

I guess the pain slipped into my dream, which explained it with the glass.

Tue, 18 Oct 2005 01:05:24 GMT

I was a hound dog, tracking a fox through a canyon. The canyon was steep and branching-- occasionally it would fork into two or three different directions.

The fox was too far ahead of me too see, so when the canyon branched, I would have to stand and figure out which way he'd gone. I'm not sure how; I wasn't using scent, but some mysterious "dog sense."

But suddenly the trail stops, and there's no branch in the canyon. I'm confused, until I realize there are a few jugs on the wall beside me.

Somehow, even though I'm a dog, I start climbing up the canyon wall after the fox. I remember thinking at one point, "This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I've ever tried to solo." Especially true, considering I was climbing without opposable thumbs.

Sat, 15 Oct 2005 13:47:36 GMT

I was living in the house I used to live in, on Longleaf.

I was sitting in the den, eating a bowl of cereal, and I wanted Sheba. So I tapped on the glass of the window to the backyard, and made a loud clicking sound-- usually that calls her to me. But she didn't come.

So, wearing pajamas, I wander to the porch, where I see a man rifling through stuff. He is tall and built like my dad.

"Dad?" I call out. The man looks up. He has a beard and is definitely not my dad.
"Does it /look/ like I'm him?" The guy laughs.
"Are you a robber?"
"Uh. Yes."

Cue chase scene, where I flee back to my bedroom. The robber and his accomplice look for me, but give up after a second and go back to looting stuff.

I try and call someone. They've disconnected the phone lines. I try and find my cell phone. It's been smashed.

Finally I get to the window that can be opened, and I crawl out and runaway. There's a man standing by a truck, and I scream for help.

"Bad luck, little girl," he says. "I'm their getaway driver."

He grabs me and throws me in the truck and I scream and wake up.