I must have some unresolved anger at my sister...
Last night (in real life) I got some popcorn from the Co-Op because I a) love popcorn and b) have some movies I want to watch.
I was really looking forward to popcorn and a movie, but didn't have time last night.
So I dreamed that my family and I were staying at a house and I was busy doing someone's hair and Adrianna came in and popped and ate my popcorn. In front of me.
I said, "Hey! That's my popcorn! I only had one bag!" And she said, "Oh?" So then I railed at her for a) not asking and b) eating my *only* bag of popcorn. I was really furious. I'm pretty sure I started hitting her, either with the now empty bag of popcorn (a futile gesture), or I started swinging the hairbrush. :/
Hm.
No bueno.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sugar Dreams
Last night I went to a birthday party and consumed a large piece of angel food cake, strawberries, ice cream, some sugar wafers and a piece of saltwater taffy. We watched part of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and all of Skyfall. Hence this dream:
I was walking into a tall, grey skyscraper in New York City with Sam and Dean Winchester. We were meeting someone at the executive suite because they'd asked for me. We weren't sure why.
We got in the elevator and we punched in 4B but instead it took us to a secret floor: 173.
We exited the elevator and found ourselves in a dark, grey hall. We managed to locate the suite, which had a meeting room and a full bath (including a shower) in it. I sat down on the couch and waited for someone while the guys checked out the rest of the floor.
A lady arrived (she reminded me of the Evil Queen on Once Upon A Time) and brought with her a retinue of business people; a secretary, some business men, etc.
As she started talking, I got the feeling that they were keeping us here for some reason. I began to be afraid. They were up to something. We had to get out. There was laundry on the couch so I folded it, desperately thinking of a way to distract them. Then I realized I didn't have a bra on because I was folding the one I thought I'd been wearing.
I excused myself and went to put the bra on in the bathroom, only to discover I had, in fact, been wearing one. The laundry just had two bras that looked like mine. Apparently this was somehow interruptive enough that we created a diversion and escaped before anything happened.
Sam, Dean and I found an old, clapboard house to spend the night in (I think we were in Kansas) -- it had some secret rooms in the back -- a few bedrooms that were spartan in appearance, and then a dining room/kitchen with a bunch of junk, including a wall of Mr. Potato Heads. Sam left to get something and Dean and I scoped out the rest of the house. I looked out the back (the only window) and there was a field, with old machinery. Someone's dog began baying and I saw that a person was coming toward the house. I started yelling for Dean, but no one answered me. I found a note on the back bedroom to say he'd stepped out too. I was alone. I kept screaming for Sam and Dean.
There was a nice, older man and his wife that lived in one of the bedrooms, and he didn't seem to think it was a big deal that I was there, but his wife glared daggers at me from a corner. There was another older couple in the other bedroom but they didn't answer their door when I knocked. The old man had wanted me to meet everyone.
I met another man (the one with the dog, I think) in the living room, but I was getting uneasy without Sam and Dean. So I left.
Then I was at a large, national park with Stu's mom, niece and grand nephew. I was holding Easton's hand and we were leaving, heading toward the car park. I was luring Easton toward the car (he *really* didn't want to leave) with bubbles and toy cars.
Then I was at a house in a middle class neighborhood. I was still looking for Sam and Dean. The owner of the house was Jeff Goldblum (he was wearing a greenish blue beanie) and he was fighting off a group of dwarves in his yard. I raced outside and almost got shot with an arrow. But I managed to get to them and join them before they stuck an arrow through me. Apparently they knew me. We were trying to destroy the garage and fight Jeff Goldblum (who was evil...?) but the dwarves had built something like a dog pen to fight from and it wasn't going very well. Bofur and Thorin were so upset at the deaths Jeff had caused (or something) that when they came back from spying they fell into my arms and wept. We all cried.
And then awkwardly, they fell asleep in my arms. Kili started laughing but I told him to shut up because they were so exhausted they needed to rest, even if it was just for a moment. When they woke up, we prepared to do battle one more time, and I found a black bow to use (although I'd wanted a sword) before Jeff swooped in on us from the garage.
We were fighting when I woke up.
I was walking into a tall, grey skyscraper in New York City with Sam and Dean Winchester. We were meeting someone at the executive suite because they'd asked for me. We weren't sure why.
We got in the elevator and we punched in 4B but instead it took us to a secret floor: 173.
We exited the elevator and found ourselves in a dark, grey hall. We managed to locate the suite, which had a meeting room and a full bath (including a shower) in it. I sat down on the couch and waited for someone while the guys checked out the rest of the floor.
A lady arrived (she reminded me of the Evil Queen on Once Upon A Time) and brought with her a retinue of business people; a secretary, some business men, etc.
As she started talking, I got the feeling that they were keeping us here for some reason. I began to be afraid. They were up to something. We had to get out. There was laundry on the couch so I folded it, desperately thinking of a way to distract them. Then I realized I didn't have a bra on because I was folding the one I thought I'd been wearing.
I excused myself and went to put the bra on in the bathroom, only to discover I had, in fact, been wearing one. The laundry just had two bras that looked like mine. Apparently this was somehow interruptive enough that we created a diversion and escaped before anything happened.
Sam, Dean and I found an old, clapboard house to spend the night in (I think we were in Kansas) -- it had some secret rooms in the back -- a few bedrooms that were spartan in appearance, and then a dining room/kitchen with a bunch of junk, including a wall of Mr. Potato Heads. Sam left to get something and Dean and I scoped out the rest of the house. I looked out the back (the only window) and there was a field, with old machinery. Someone's dog began baying and I saw that a person was coming toward the house. I started yelling for Dean, but no one answered me. I found a note on the back bedroom to say he'd stepped out too. I was alone. I kept screaming for Sam and Dean.
There was a nice, older man and his wife that lived in one of the bedrooms, and he didn't seem to think it was a big deal that I was there, but his wife glared daggers at me from a corner. There was another older couple in the other bedroom but they didn't answer their door when I knocked. The old man had wanted me to meet everyone.
I met another man (the one with the dog, I think) in the living room, but I was getting uneasy without Sam and Dean. So I left.
Then I was at a large, national park with Stu's mom, niece and grand nephew. I was holding Easton's hand and we were leaving, heading toward the car park. I was luring Easton toward the car (he *really* didn't want to leave) with bubbles and toy cars.
Then I was at a house in a middle class neighborhood. I was still looking for Sam and Dean. The owner of the house was Jeff Goldblum (he was wearing a greenish blue beanie) and he was fighting off a group of dwarves in his yard. I raced outside and almost got shot with an arrow. But I managed to get to them and join them before they stuck an arrow through me. Apparently they knew me. We were trying to destroy the garage and fight Jeff Goldblum (who was evil...?) but the dwarves had built something like a dog pen to fight from and it wasn't going very well. Bofur and Thorin were so upset at the deaths Jeff had caused (or something) that when they came back from spying they fell into my arms and wept. We all cried.
And then awkwardly, they fell asleep in my arms. Kili started laughing but I told him to shut up because they were so exhausted they needed to rest, even if it was just for a moment. When they woke up, we prepared to do battle one more time, and I found a black bow to use (although I'd wanted a sword) before Jeff swooped in on us from the garage.
We were fighting when I woke up.
Friday, February 15, 2013
The Doctor
Last night I dreamed I was the 4th Doctor, having just regenerated. My TARDIS interior looked like a little kitchen with warm yellow linoleum floors, fluttery curtains and the controls on the right side of the room. We were on one side of a parking lot and so I moved the controls around and started flying but something was wrong with the TARDIS and it went to the place it goes when it's sick -- a zoo. (This is not canon in any way, my particular dream TARDIS was just...weird)
So we were at the zoo and I was trying to figure out what was wrong and people started coming into the TARDIS and I was trying to escape the police and I think Sarah Jane and another Doctor might have been there (No. 5) and...well, it was a mess.
And then I woke up.
So we were at the zoo and I was trying to figure out what was wrong and people started coming into the TARDIS and I was trying to escape the police and I think Sarah Jane and another Doctor might have been there (No. 5) and...well, it was a mess.
And then I woke up.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Portlandia
Last night I had several dreams, the first of which was that Stu and I were in Portland filming an episode of Portlandia with Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen. We were lying on the road, protesting something (in the episode) but we kept laughing.
The other one that I remember in detail was too weird. I think I infiltrated a house of witches or vampires or something.
The other one that I remember in detail was too weird. I think I infiltrated a house of witches or vampires or something.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Family Road Trip Musical
I dreamed last night that I was in Kansas, at my father's dad's old house. I was looking around it and I realized I wanted to capture how everything looked, so I could remember. I grabbed a camera and started snapping pictures so that I wouldn't forget where they put the seashells or how fluffy the carpet was in the TV room, or the exact shade of orange was in the living room...
(Unfortunately, they've since moved to Iowa to an old folks' home and I've lost my chance in real life)
Then I was with some of dad's other relatives and we were preparing for a wedding at grandpa's church, which had changed locations magically to the South -- Missouri or somewhere.
We went to our friend Adam's apartment, but only I went in. There was a guy on a couch with a gun and although I thought it was plastic, I didn't want to guess wrong so when he beckoned for me to sit down, I did, the gun right in my back. When Stu and his friend came in, we were unsure what the guy wanted, but somehow we escaped.
We went to a hospital where the nurse had something wrong with her face and I couldn't get her name right even though I'd been there before and she was upset because she thought it was her face that made me not remember her name (one of her eyes was tilted and had a black spot beneath it), which was Cecily. Like I didn't want to remember her because her face was so weird.
I got in a van with my relatives and drove to a log cabin, old country church and it was full of people with bright clothes, and Hugh Jackman was there and somehow it turned into a musical and just as Hugh was about to burst everyone's eardrums with amazing singing, my alarm went off.
I have rarely been so aggravated at not being able to see how a dream turned out.
(Unfortunately, they've since moved to Iowa to an old folks' home and I've lost my chance in real life)
Then I was with some of dad's other relatives and we were preparing for a wedding at grandpa's church, which had changed locations magically to the South -- Missouri or somewhere.
We went to our friend Adam's apartment, but only I went in. There was a guy on a couch with a gun and although I thought it was plastic, I didn't want to guess wrong so when he beckoned for me to sit down, I did, the gun right in my back. When Stu and his friend came in, we were unsure what the guy wanted, but somehow we escaped.
We went to a hospital where the nurse had something wrong with her face and I couldn't get her name right even though I'd been there before and she was upset because she thought it was her face that made me not remember her name (one of her eyes was tilted and had a black spot beneath it), which was Cecily. Like I didn't want to remember her because her face was so weird.
I got in a van with my relatives and drove to a log cabin, old country church and it was full of people with bright clothes, and Hugh Jackman was there and somehow it turned into a musical and just as Hugh was about to burst everyone's eardrums with amazing singing, my alarm went off.
I have rarely been so aggravated at not being able to see how a dream turned out.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Everlasting Dream Sequence
Last night I dreamed I was with Harry and Hermione (I *might* have been Ron?) at a gigantic stone hotel in London and we were running from the Malfoys. Bellatrix was there hunting us down through the halls and Dumbledore (or someone using polyjuice potion to look like Dumbledore) stomped away from us after I had an argument with him. I felt very put out and sad about it.
Then I was with Kristen Stewart and we were driving along country roads in a golf cart. We stopped in a field surrounded by woods and were going to stay there for the night but two creepy looking guys came out of the woods and we left. (They were like the catchers in Deathly Hallows)
Then I was in a car with my mom and sister and we were entering a field with a large house in it. The grounds were swarming with actors. Patrick Stewart was there, Nathan Fillion smiled and waved at me, and I even spotted Alan Tudyk and Morena Baccharin. We went inside and were given a small bedroom. I was wearing a knee-length purple dress and I was so embarrassed that my legs were not shaved that I started looking for jeans but I could only find my old ones. Then I realized I hadn't packed the white duffle bag. "But you did," my mom insisted. And I had. I had packed half a bag and forgotten to pack my mother's clothes.
She laid down in the bed under a white comforter and wanted me to rub her head. She had aching pain in her face and when I touched her cheek, something inside it squished and moved. It was disgusting and I panicked, wondering what sort of thing was crawling around inside her face.
Then my sister came in and took my bra. She was going to put it on and I said, "I ONLY HAVE ONE BRA!" (which I do, in RL) and she said, "You do?" and I said, "YES!" Adrianna, of course, had dozens. My mom made her take it off and hand it to me and I took it and started whacking her with it.
And then I woke up. :/
What the heck did that mean??
Then I was with Kristen Stewart and we were driving along country roads in a golf cart. We stopped in a field surrounded by woods and were going to stay there for the night but two creepy looking guys came out of the woods and we left. (They were like the catchers in Deathly Hallows)
Then I was in a car with my mom and sister and we were entering a field with a large house in it. The grounds were swarming with actors. Patrick Stewart was there, Nathan Fillion smiled and waved at me, and I even spotted Alan Tudyk and Morena Baccharin. We went inside and were given a small bedroom. I was wearing a knee-length purple dress and I was so embarrassed that my legs were not shaved that I started looking for jeans but I could only find my old ones. Then I realized I hadn't packed the white duffle bag. "But you did," my mom insisted. And I had. I had packed half a bag and forgotten to pack my mother's clothes.
She laid down in the bed under a white comforter and wanted me to rub her head. She had aching pain in her face and when I touched her cheek, something inside it squished and moved. It was disgusting and I panicked, wondering what sort of thing was crawling around inside her face.
Then my sister came in and took my bra. She was going to put it on and I said, "I ONLY HAVE ONE BRA!" (which I do, in RL) and she said, "You do?" and I said, "YES!" Adrianna, of course, had dozens. My mom made her take it off and hand it to me and I took it and started whacking her with it.
And then I woke up. :/
What the heck did that mean??
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