I don't remember the precise order of these so I'm going to list them in a way that matches the entry's name.
I dreamed I was cutting. Kind of trying to create a symmetrical thing with my last one, except in my dream I had the shape of it wildly wrong. And I nicked something important in the process of trying to deepen a part that hadn't broken the skin, and it bled very badly very quickly, and in a few seconds I couldn't properly move my left pinkie or ring finger. I swore. Very glad to wake up and realize this was a dream.
These next two might have been connected to each other. I was trying to help my brother with his birthday party... which was apparently in Pittsburgh for some reason. One of the boys arrived and we dropped him off at the (nonexistent) park near my house. But his mother was like, "What if he wants to get to the rest of the party? He can't walk it alone!" so I went to go get him. But when we got to the party, it was suddenly a dinner party murder mystery (this because I was thinking last night about how much I'd love to be clever enough to write something like Clue or The Westing Game, I really would). And... that's all I've got for details on that.
There was some kind of panel of people.
I was trying to show someone standing near me how awesome "Again" and "Golden Time Lover" were, but the first time I tried to demonstrate "Again" on youtube which resulted in finding things that weren't the original.
Then I was trying to... escape from something. I got several times to try it; I got caught the first few times, but then on the third time or so I found a way out through a series of open doors and over a railed staircase. When I escaped, I was in a field? And they tried to get me back somehow.
9.23.2010
9.16.2010
091610
Okay, no, I can't even pretend that I'm doing well with this, but I had some particularly memorable dreams last night.
In one, I was traveling live through versions of Mario Kart courses. Including that one where everything's dark and you can't really tell where the turns are until you run into something. What do you mean you don't remember that one? I totally remember...ed it in my dream. Creative stuff, that brain o'mine. I think after that I hung out with R.B. for a little while? Or was that later?
At one point I was at some place, with my family, that a big storm was about to hit. I was atop a steep but small artificial hill at some point. This was a very in-depth dream but I can't remember much of it.
But back to R.B. I dreamt his parents confronted me and asked whether, if he did choose me, I'd be eternally faithful to him. Like, not those words, but that kind of idea. wat, brain. I think I concluded that RJG had put them up to it... somehow? And my conclusion was that I couldn't wait forever, but if he came to me when I was free, I'd always be ready to date him. ._. 何が本当か、何が夢のロジックかは全然分からん。
After that, I "woke up" falsely, saw that it was already either 9 or 9:40, and after being indignant that I'd slept so late, I went to check my internets. I had a keyboard which felt overheated, so I looked and saw that there was water on my desk--from the storm in my earlier dream, perhaps? When I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes open while checking the internets, I realized that it must have been a false awakening. So I tried to wake up again, to the same exhaustion. And again, to the same exhaustion. The third or fourth time, I managed to wake up properly.
In one, I was traveling live through versions of Mario Kart courses. Including that one where everything's dark and you can't really tell where the turns are until you run into something. What do you mean you don't remember that one? I totally remember...ed it in my dream. Creative stuff, that brain o'mine. I think after that I hung out with R.B. for a little while? Or was that later?
At one point I was at some place, with my family, that a big storm was about to hit. I was atop a steep but small artificial hill at some point. This was a very in-depth dream but I can't remember much of it.
But back to R.B. I dreamt his parents confronted me and asked whether, if he did choose me, I'd be eternally faithful to him. Like, not those words, but that kind of idea. wat, brain. I think I concluded that RJG had put them up to it... somehow? And my conclusion was that I couldn't wait forever, but if he came to me when I was free, I'd always be ready to date him. ._. 何が本当か、何が夢のロジックかは全然分からん。
After that, I "woke up" falsely, saw that it was already either 9 or 9:40, and after being indignant that I'd slept so late, I went to check my internets. I had a keyboard which felt overheated, so I looked and saw that there was water on my desk--from the storm in my earlier dream, perhaps? When I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes open while checking the internets, I realized that it must have been a false awakening. So I tried to wake up again, to the same exhaustion. And again, to the same exhaustion. The third or fourth time, I managed to wake up properly.
8.22.2010
082210 What hotel has 99 floors anyway?
I woke around 5:30, let the cats in (accidentally) when I went to the bathroom, and then once I decided they were not conducive to sleeping again and chased them out, I had a weird dream.
First, I was trying to get to the 99th floor of a building, as was this ragged-looking guy. Come to think of it, he may have looked a bit like Begg from Drug & the Dominoes. 32222222222222222, Thisbe would //like you to know. The slashes are his doing too. In any case, the guy was more smoothly eloquent than Begg. But he was like homeless or something, not necessarily a great person, but not dangerous. There was also a woman involved at some point, also trying to get to the 99th floor. At some point, we went down by accident, and very quickly; I felt that we were moving downward extremely clearly. After that, when Begg-lookalike and I finally got to the 99th floor, for some reason we were let into a different woman's room.
She was kind, Christian, had children. I think early in the dream it might have just been her boy, but later in the dream there was a girl who was a bit older too. In any case, the dream skipped forward a little bit; the boy apparently softened Begg's heart somehow and Begg was about to leave. I was so impressed with how the little boy had changed Begg that I wrote him a note, but my handwriting was awful. I also asked if Begg had a facebook account or something, and he answered that his email was ffn.fff@edu.com. (Edu.com? Really, brain?) I realized it was time for me to leave as well. So then the next like ten minutes of the dream were me trying to organize my suitcase, my backpack, my sewing machine, and something else so I could carry them all neatly. Then I wound up speaking to the mother and her children, who had all woken up. My stuff was scattered all over and I kept seeing new things that I'd nearly forgotten (my Honors College bag, my blue Shonen Jump bag). At some point I realized it was winter break and was worried because I hadn't started my Nice cosplay at all. There was something on TV from the Proud Family briefly. The daughter was very enthusiastic about this. Then, I finally managed to get everything together and push it out into the hallway. I shook everyone's hand before leaving--awkwardly when it came to the mother; I was being cute, shaking the children's tiny hands, but really I probably should have hugged the mother. Then I went out into the hallway... and realized that rather than trying to stack everything so I could carry it neatly, I could just WAKE UP.
First, I was trying to get to the 99th floor of a building, as was this ragged-looking guy. Come to think of it, he may have looked a bit like Begg from Drug & the Dominoes. 32222222222222222, Thisbe would //like you to know. The slashes are his doing too. In any case, the guy was more smoothly eloquent than Begg. But he was like homeless or something, not necessarily a great person, but not dangerous. There was also a woman involved at some point, also trying to get to the 99th floor. At some point, we went down by accident, and very quickly; I felt that we were moving downward extremely clearly. After that, when Begg-lookalike and I finally got to the 99th floor, for some reason we were let into a different woman's room.
She was kind, Christian, had children. I think early in the dream it might have just been her boy, but later in the dream there was a girl who was a bit older too. In any case, the dream skipped forward a little bit; the boy apparently softened Begg's heart somehow and Begg was about to leave. I was so impressed with how the little boy had changed Begg that I wrote him a note, but my handwriting was awful. I also asked if Begg had a facebook account or something, and he answered that his email was ffn.fff@edu.com. (Edu.com? Really, brain?) I realized it was time for me to leave as well. So then the next like ten minutes of the dream were me trying to organize my suitcase, my backpack, my sewing machine, and something else so I could carry them all neatly. Then I wound up speaking to the mother and her children, who had all woken up. My stuff was scattered all over and I kept seeing new things that I'd nearly forgotten (my Honors College bag, my blue Shonen Jump bag). At some point I realized it was winter break and was worried because I hadn't started my Nice cosplay at all. There was something on TV from the Proud Family briefly. The daughter was very enthusiastic about this. Then, I finally managed to get everything together and push it out into the hallway. I shook everyone's hand before leaving--awkwardly when it came to the mother; I was being cute, shaking the children's tiny hands, but really I probably should have hugged the mother. Then I went out into the hallway... and realized that rather than trying to stack everything so I could carry it neatly, I could just WAKE UP.
7.19.2010
071910
Umm. I dreamt that we kids were at home, debating going to Bucca di Bepo's (BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY OF THOSE AROUND HERE) since apparently were suddenly incapable of feeding ourselves. And then Mom arrived home and I reminded her that I was leaving for Japan next week. Didn't you know that.
I commented that it didn't feel real. Well, you don't say...
I was working on a story of some sort (Soul Brigade-ish?) with my brother, at a computer lab. I switched computers with him because I wanted to try out the Intuos tablet connected to one of them. But I had to sign out the pen. Then I was back in the Teachers' Resource library, shelving things off the clock.
I also dreamt I was walking down the street with LM and AM, and they pushed me off to the side for some privacy.
I commented that it didn't feel real. Well, you don't say...
I was working on a story of some sort (Soul Brigade-ish?) with my brother, at a computer lab. I switched computers with him because I wanted to try out the Intuos tablet connected to one of them. But I had to sign out the pen. Then I was back in the Teachers' Resource library, shelving things off the clock.
I also dreamt I was walking down the street with LM and AM, and they pushed me off to the side for some privacy.
7.08.2010
070810 Active brain last night...
Though I can only get snippets of some.
Sitting at a crowded table with extended family. Eating? Playing a game? Not sure.
Taking summer courses--enough to have a full week, a full semester's worth. I kept forgetting what time my classes were. At one point, I went down into a classroom (=our basement) where the class had just let out. I was relieved that it had just let out because otherwise I'd look like a weird creeper. Then I asked the professor if he'd ever heard the piano talking when he wasn't using it, realizing that asking so made me a weird creeper. (Maybe it was like the alien sounds the X-Box makes?) I have the same roommates, but the room is very open and brightly lit by the sun.
I was male and being arrested for domestic abuse. I had a gun in my car, which was unlocked. Then, some other random guy comes up and hits the cop with his own gun (yes, hits--not shoots), and I stay where I am, screaming for help (for the police officer...). This is a sunny day in a dry place in the city.
Watching the end of an anime. Black☆Star and a mystery character hug. Mystery character disappears, Black☆Star becomes a toddler. Toddler runs over green field; Maka, watching, sees that Soul is asleep and smiles sweetly. Something about the sight makes me tear up. (This dream brought to you by the fact that FMA ends today!!)
I call CG and tell her I need something, then forget to pick it up from her when she comes to my house (which doesn't look like my house). We talk with her and her dad for a while. One of us kids needs to get a second job. I'm about to tell Mom that it can't be me, since I'm working full-time AND attending summer classes, when I remember that the summer classes were a dream. :| Then I wonder if I should take a summer class, an equivalent to that Fiction and the Autobiographical Impulse or whatever it's called. I try to sign up.
Sitting at a crowded table with extended family. Eating? Playing a game? Not sure.
Taking summer courses--enough to have a full week, a full semester's worth. I kept forgetting what time my classes were. At one point, I went down into a classroom (=our basement) where the class had just let out. I was relieved that it had just let out because otherwise I'd look like a weird creeper. Then I asked the professor if he'd ever heard the piano talking when he wasn't using it, realizing that asking so made me a weird creeper. (Maybe it was like the alien sounds the X-Box makes?) I have the same roommates, but the room is very open and brightly lit by the sun.
I was male and being arrested for domestic abuse. I had a gun in my car, which was unlocked. Then, some other random guy comes up and hits the cop with his own gun (yes, hits--not shoots), and I stay where I am, screaming for help (for the police officer...). This is a sunny day in a dry place in the city.
Watching the end of an anime. Black☆Star and a mystery character hug. Mystery character disappears, Black☆Star becomes a toddler. Toddler runs over green field; Maka, watching, sees that Soul is asleep and smiles sweetly. Something about the sight makes me tear up. (This dream brought to you by the fact that FMA ends today!!)
I call CG and tell her I need something, then forget to pick it up from her when she comes to my house (which doesn't look like my house). We talk with her and her dad for a while. One of us kids needs to get a second job. I'm about to tell Mom that it can't be me, since I'm working full-time AND attending summer classes, when I remember that the summer classes were a dream. :| Then I wonder if I should take a summer class, an equivalent to that Fiction and the Autobiographical Impulse or whatever it's called. I try to sign up.
7.07.2010
070710 No, brain... no.
Brain. We just dreamt about this. And seventeen is DEFINITELY not going to be in an American bookstore anytime soon, I promise. I know I ordered it, but there really is almost a month left before I'll get it. Soooo back off, okay?
Once I figured out that it was too soon to get the volume itself, I "realized" that I was just looking to confirm the cover art. There're still five days until that, brain...
On that note, happy Tanabata!
Once I figured out that it was too soon to get the volume itself, I "realized" that I was just looking to confirm the cover art. There're still five days until that, brain...
On that note, happy Tanabata!
7.06.2010
070610 Ack.
Dang it, dang it, dang it. Another dream about the arrival of 17. This time, I didn't figure out it was a dream (despite checking! Brain! Two fails in a row!!). I think for a minute I knew I was imagining it, but then I forgot. Anyway, I don't remember much except that it was dealing with the Kid Rescue Mission and Marie was going along which meant that Stein was a well. ;~; Here's to hoping.
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