Night of 1/30/06

Remarkably like a movie I once say, but different, this dream was about a very small golden retriever puppy that could talk but was really an alien from outer space. The puppy is adopted by a 6 or 7 year old boy who is the only one the dog will talk to (with an incredibly deep voice). One night the boy's parents awake to sirens outside their house and the boy next to their bed in tears because the puppy is gone and all the police can find is a box full of hair. It must have been a really big deal, because the news covered it and everything. I woke up before I could find out what happened to the dog. Earlier I think there was something about a carnival in there...

Night of 1/28/06

I can only rember flashes of this dream. One flash had something to do with me standing in front of a forest. The other (slightly bigger) part that I remember took place in a large building with a very brown-carpeted/wooden interior. I believe it was a college, but very unlike any that I've seen. There were kitchen cabinets all over the place. The dorms and the classrooms were all in one building and the people living there ranged in age from 3-mid 80's. There were no stairs, but the floors were very wide ramps that spiraled up to the next floor. In the middle of each floor you could look down to the bottom floor, much like you can when climbing a spiral staircase. I believe I was tutoring someone in math. Why do I always tutor people in math? Math is most definitely my least favorite subject, and yet I always seem to be teaching it to other people. Throughout the whole dream the song "Seize the Day" by Carolyn Arends was playing through my head and it's been stuck there ever since. Thanks, Persimmon. That's you're fault. ; )

Night of 1/27/06

I... cannot... remember... But I woke up with "The Chase" stuck in my head. "The Chase" is a so-so song that Miss Johnson commissioned for our orchestra to play. It had little to do with what I was actually dreaming about. That is all I remember.

Night of 1/25/06

I must have been someone rather important. I got letters, big thick, multi-colored, well-filled enveloped letters, from girls all over the world. Each envelope said things to try to get me to read the letter inside. I began sorting through them at first, not reading the ones that said things like, "Read this and write me back so that we can be BFF!!!!! XOXOXO 3> 3>!!!" But then I decided to just read them all, since I had lots of time. Letters from people I knew, like Brandae and Kelly, who both sent me things, came in zippered pouches like we use for bank deposits at Chick-fil-A. Sadly, I woke up before I could read what any of the letters said.

Night of 1/14/06

I had a very long and elaborate dream last night. Amazingly, I remember a lot of it.

I started out surfing the internet where I came across a website that listed the screen names of everyone that I know, but without their real name to identify the screen name. I looked at that for awhile and then some guy (who had an identity in dreamland, but not in reality) IMed me and asked me to marry him. It went something like this:
guy: wanna get married?
me: uh, sure
guy: how about next wednesday at 6?
me: ok
But I didn't have a dress, so I went somewhere and Laura and Brandae brought all their formal dresses for me to try on and pick from. I chose this really hideous dress of Brandae's (that I'm sure she would never, ever wear) . It was reversible. One side was purple with huge purple plastic gems on it and the other side was light blue with lots of navy blue target signs on it. It was ugly. Really ugly.

I guess something happened because my impending marriage was suddenly forgotten about for awhile. Instead I went to the Glasgo's house. Their house was actually the bottom house of two houses stacked on top of each other. Everything was very white there. Dana was sitting at a piano with daisies or daffodils or something on it staring into space. She told me to go upstairs to the other house, because that's where the party was.

So I went upstairs to another white, carpeted room where lots and lots of people were. As soon as I got there one of the Gibson sisters (who used to babysit me a long time ago) called me on my cell phone to ask if I would help her with some preschool on a Wednesday when the teacher was going to be out of town. I told her that I had work and BAYSO (never mind that BAYSO is, in real life, on Mondays) but that I would come between the two activities.

At some point more people started coming into the room and passing out Chick-Fil-A brownies. Henry appeared suddenly and said that he would like his brownie cut in half before beginning to recite "Green Eggs and Ham" and wandering off somewhere. I took a huge stack of brownies that people didn't want and put them in my desk drawer.

Then I ran into Brandae who wanted to know if the dress I had borrowed had been altered yet. (Brandae is about a foot taller than me and my borrowing much of anything clothing-wise from her is rather impractical. Laura and I, on the other hand, are just about the same size. It would have been much smarter of me to borrow a dress from her). I wondered why I should alter it because I would just have to un-alter it when I gave it back. A computer conveniently happened to be next to me on the desk where I stuffed the brownies. As I was talking to Brandae, an IM box popped up and the mysterious guy said that he changed his mind and didn't want to get married after all. I said good, because then I didn't have to worry about the dress and anyway, I was teaching preschool on Wednesday.

Later there was something about a muddy hill. People were running up it or something. I don't remember much at all. I think it was the hill that used to be on the side of the field at Whitaker before they tore it all up.

The end.

Night of 1/13/06

I waited far too long to write today. I remembered a lot this morning, but now all I recall is that I was walking into a large store with those sliding automatic doors (like you see at places like Sam's Club or Lowe's) in the evening. It was dark outside and as a friend, whose identity I don't recall other than she had fairly long dark hair (I know quite a lot of people with longish dark hair), and I walked in it started snowing very suddenly. The friend said, "Ha! It's snowing!" And that is all.

Night of 1/12/06

I was on a train with... Heather, I'm pretty sure. I can't quite remember. We shared a sleeping car with a huge, fluffy couch bed and a big movie screen. We watched TV all night (consisting mostly of cartoons involving Speedy Gonzales) and there was something about a sock... but I don't remember what it was. In the morning, Heather somehow dropped out of the picture. Now Scott and I were on a train on the way to the Stegmans. Mrs. Stegman sent Mom and email, which came out of the computer as a box of frosted mini-wheats with a note on the side written in blue, ball-point pen. She said that she was having a total of eight people for dinner that night and she would, as always, put a sticker on each person's plate. However, she was running short on new stickers and she wanted to know if Scott and I would mind having a sticker we already owned on our plates. Even in the dream this whole scenario sounded silly.

Night of 1/11/06

Maybe if I did this earlier in the morning I would remember more.

Two of my friends (in dreamland, but not real people) and"I" (except that "I" was really Ruthie from The Cosby Show) were on the run from someone. The "someone" (who was female) eventually caught up with us at a bridge and threw both friends into the river, shooting one of them as she fell. The bad lady told 'me' to jump into the river as well, but for some reason didn't' force 'me' to. Instead 'I' ran to the end of the bridge and hid under the covers of the bed/couch (it changed a couple of times) that so conveniently happened to be there. I guess it worked, because she didn't come after 'me'. When 'I' was convinced that 'I' was no longer being pursued, I jumped out of the bed and ran to what I recognize in real life to be the Winton Rd CVS, but in the dream was Walgreens. Apparently it was a safe haven of some kind.

Unlike my zombie experience, this dream wasn't frightening at all. I dreamt it with the sort of feeling one gets when watching an action movie that one knows the end of.

Night of 1/10/06

All I can remember this time is that I was at Asbury (except it wasn't really Asbury, it was a very large and spacious greyish-brownish carpeted sort of place) with a whole bunch of people and Brooke was leading music.

Night of 1/9/06

I traveled somewhere with my youth group, perhaps on a mission trip. The place was dry and sandy, not unlike New Mexico. When we arrived, we were met by a woman who led us to a trailer where we would be staying. The trailer was much bigger inside than it looked, but everything was cramped. There was a large living space/kitchen, with loft overhead that served as a dining room, and a basement where everyone slept. The dream then jumped to morning. I was in the kitchen making breakfast. I was trying my hardest to cook fried eggs, but each time I tried the eggs would come out scrambled. I did not want scrambled eggs, for whatever reason, so I kept starting over. Nate and Paul were standing outside the kitchen eating all the scrambled eggs I made (with ketchup, I think). Eventually I got someone else to make fried eggs for me and I went upstairs to sit down. There was very little space up in the dining loft. Laura sat across from me at the table, but to talk to her I had to lean down and put my head on the table because there was an odd, white wall that hung down from the ceiling and blocked my view of her. And I ate my fried egg. And that was all.