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Post by wickedgrl75 on Jun 25, 2008 11:01:23 GMT -5
i had this really weird dream this morning, hey i actually remembered it this time! I always have very random dreams rite before i wake up hmmm....anywho, I'm in McDonalds w/ my mom and the table next to us is a latino family and in the dream i start belting out really high operatic notes for some reason and i find it very amusing, but the latino family doesn't and they put up a soundproof barrier of some sort. Then im playing w/ a straw in my mouth (i think im on crack or something). Then i start quoting ben bernanki and laughing hysterically. All of a sudden this guy named Steffen appears where my mom was. my mom sorta dissapeared into thin air at this point. I say(to Steffen) "your the architech of my dreams Spencer...u boy!" which if you've never saw ben bernanki, you wouldn't get that at all. Then i woke up. the end
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Post by Schmergo on Jun 25, 2008 19:11:45 GMT -5
HeidiGirl, your dream made me laugh out loud. Wickedgrl, that's possibly my favourite dream that's been posted on this thread so far. It sounds hilarious, and it sounds like the type of thing I'd dream... except I've never dreamed anything about Ben Bernanke. I wish I had... I had a slightly odd dream. It's also my SECOND dream featuring the Phantom of the Opera in a very short period of time! This time, I think it was because I was watching Phantom right before I went to bed. When I was little, I had all of these illustrated classic books, like a picture book version of "Moby Di-ck" or "Oliver Twist." So in the dream, I was both reading an illustrated classic book AND being the main character in it (it's usually an omniscient point-of-view in my dreams... part of the time, I was writing the book, too). The book was about a young girl who lived with some nasty relatives and was mistreated, then ran away from home, and then it came to light that her relatives weren't really all that bad, and she was just a habitual liar and incredibly manipulative, and managed to twist everything around to make it look bad. (I was her!) There was one weird scene where I was begging for food at a bakery, and I remember little Cosette from Les Miserables was there sweeping the floor, and I was being very rude to her. She looked just like the logo for the musical-- all red and blue and cartoonish. Gavroche was there, too, and he looked like the anime version from "Shoujo Cosette," the Japanese anime of Les Miserables. The bakery had pie with brightly coloured ice creams in it, and I kept knocking the pies off the shelves and refusing to pay for them. They made very colourful splats. Then, in the dream, I was at my local pool (I was me again) and it was very late at night. No one else was there, even the life guard, and I was sitting there in the pool looking out at Orange Hunt Elementary School, which was randomly by the pool, though it's not in real life. While I was in the pool, I kept seeing these shadows darting back and forth, people running around the Orange Hunt playground, and the occasional taxi speeding down the road. I was scared something bad was going on, but since there were so many taxis going by, I felt safe. (I don't understand my reasoning in that dream...) So then, this guy jumps over the fence and walks very, very, very slowly toward me and gets into the pool, fully dressed, and wades toward me. He looked totally normal and was wearing a big black button-up coat that actually looked really Javert-ish. I instinctively knew that he was the Phantom of the Opera, and in the dream, I remember thinking, "Oh, that's the guy who keeps talking to me online." He looked like any normal guy-- no mask or anything-- and he vaguely resembled Mr. Knightley from the version of the movie "Emma" starring Gwyneth Paltrow, which I just watched. Anyway, a bunch of random and pointless stuff occurred with the Phantom talking about how he can Apparate in and out of the Smithsonian (but nowhere else) at will. Just then, these police cars started driving around, and the Phantom yelled, "OH NO, THE FUZZ!" which sounds funny now, but didn't at the time, and he jumps over the fence again and jumps into a taxi cab. A couple of minutes later, my dad comes to pick me up at the pool, and we get in this taxi cab. After a couple minutes, I realize that the driver is my friend Julian (remember him from the Foreign Artifacts dream?), but he doesn't seem to recognize me, so I don't say anything, and it's rather awkward. Then, all of a sudden, he goes, "Were you talking to the Phantom of the Opera just then?" and I told him that I was, and then he pointed to this guy sitting in the front seat of the taxi and said, "See this guy here? He's dead." Basically, he explained that he took all of the people that the Phantom killed at the Orange Hunt playground and then dropped them off at people's houses to make it look as though other people killed them. He were perfectly calm about all of this, but my dad and I were freaking out, and for some reason, I kept thinking, "I can't let my dad know that I know this guy! I'll get in such big trouble!" Then, I was at school, and I'd just missed the bus, and I was chasing after buses, and I got on a random bus that wasn't mine. After this, the dream totally shifted to me in a mall-- I was auditioning for this weird musical of "As You Like It" or some other Shakespeare play, and auditions were being held in the dressing rooms of some big clothing store. I kept getting lost, and I kept tripping and getting hurt. When it was finally time for me to audition, I did a terrible job, and I was really upset. I remember being told that I was going to play the sheep, and getting extremely mad. I went back into the clothing store, and I was looking around at clothes, but John Barbato kept following me around annoying me, and that was NOT making my mood any better. Then, I was at a basketball game, and at halftime, this guy: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b4/Mistoffelees.jpg/180px-Mistoffelees.jpg (Who I have a poster of next to my bed) comes onstage and starts singing a song called "Sirens" from the musical "Jane Eyre." Except that guy has a really high voice, and Sirens is for a really deep voice, and I was sitting behind a glass door at the basketball game going, "Why is he singing this song! He's a great singer, but he can't handle this song!" And then, he walks out from behind the glass door and goes, "WELL, AT LEAST I'M NOT PLAYING A SHEEP!" I think the halftime show part was inspired by me watching THIS little bit of Broadway awesomeness-- www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeXJl8fw2As It's the halftime show for the 1998 NBA Allstars thing, and instead of some dumb rock people, it's short performances by the shows that were running on Broadway at that time, including Chicago, Phantom of the Opera (he flies!), Cats (backflips during Memory seem inappropriate), Scarlet Pimpernel, Jekyll & Hyde (Featuring a gloriously off-key Jekyll that made my ears bleed), Miss Saigon, Les Miserables (featuring hip-hopping revolutionaries), Titanic (featuring a song that sounds suspiciously like "The Addressing of Cats" from "Cats",) and more. I've also having a lot of dreams lately about not studying for my math final or failing my math final or both. I wake up being like, "AAARGH, HAVE TO STUDY MATH!!!" and then like fifteen minutes of panic later, I remember that it's summer and I have no math at all!
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jun 26, 2008 8:08:08 GMT -5
For some reason, I read "disappearing hysterically" when I reread Wickedgrl's post. It seems you remember your dreams better than I do, Schmergo. Also, the link is minor-ly broken. Remove the period from the end to get it to work. And I can hardly believe that 1998 was ten years ago!
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Post by wickedgrl75 on Jun 26, 2008 10:33:11 GMT -5
yea, i wish i could just transfer my dreams to Schmergo and then she could write very well detailed and amusing discriptions about them....the "dissapearing hysterically" made me giggle, although, i dont recall posting that.... anywho, i didn't remember my dream last night...darn...i hate it when u know u had a very cool and exciting dream when u joke woke up but cant remeber a thing...
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jun 26, 2008 11:05:54 GMT -5
Well, you wrote "laughing hysterically", ending laughing at the end of the line, and the next line ended with disappearing, so I went back to the beginning of the line by accident.
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Post by Beverly Marie on Jun 26, 2008 11:06:04 GMT -5
So, I don't remember all the details, but this was what I do remember: I was in my room writing my Charms essay ( maybe it's because I was playing Harry Potter Scene It earlier that day) and I was getting really hot, so I went to look at the stairs, but nothing was there, so I went back to my room. Repeat. Again and again and again. Then about the tenth time I went to look, I saw flames. We have a door that goes out to the roof behind our birdcage (we have a zebra finch) and it has a grip thing so babies can't go out. But in my dream, the bird had disappeared, and the grip thing was purple, and disintegrated when I touched it... so I went out to the roof. I looked down, said "That's not very far down," and jumped. I landed on our swing and then walked over to the side door. Something happened here, don't remember what... Then I went inside and nothing was burned except the bird, which had turned hot pink and was still alive. Then I was woken up by the loudest clap of thunder I've heard all year! Which is impressive, because we've had two or more thunderstorms a week for the past month.
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Post by Schmergo on Jun 26, 2008 17:53:04 GMT -5
Well, there's always a lot more to my dreams than I remember, so I just leave out the parts I can't remember. It'd probably be pages and pages and pages long if I remembered everything perfectly!
I was very sick last night, and all night, I kept having these weird hallucinatory quasi-dreams... I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Because I'm in "High School Musical" right now, that was a big part of my "dreams".
Basically, I was in this room full of hundreds of people, and it was a small, suffocating room, so I could barely breathe. Everyone was standing in groups of four to five people, and running between groups. When someone new joined a group, someone who was in that group would leave and run to a new group. Someone kept playing five-second snippets of songs, from one to the next, and it was driving me crazy hearing the first five seconds of these songs blaring extremely loud. The room was spinning around and around in circles and kept tilting. I was reciting High School Musical from memory, and a tall man with a huge beard was standing behind me with his hands clamped over my shoulders, forcing me to rewrite all of the songs from the show so that none of them contained the word "I," but I had to do it out loud as I went along, without breaking rhythm. I was wishing that there wasn't so much distraction and noise. I knew in the back of my head that I wasn't really in that room, that I was in bed, because I wasn't really asleep. I kept thinking/screaming that I didn't want to be in this anymore, that I wanted to just think about my story and get some sleep, but I couldn't manage to think over the "noise," which didn't really exist.
The last time I was sick, it was in fifth grade, and I had very similar symptoms. When I was tossing and turning in bed, I had this strange sensation that long wavy purple lines were grabbing my ankles and pulling me down a hole. At the bottom was a carousel. I was riding the carousel, and each horse had a picture and name of a US president on it, and as the carousel turned, the pieces of paper flew off and I caught them in order (in real life, a large book of US presidents was sitting on the bookcase directly in front of my face). Weirdest part-- when I got better, I knew all my presidents in order, but I certainly didn't before I was sick!
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Post by Beverly Marie on Jun 27, 2008 15:39:49 GMT -5
That's kinda creepy...
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jun 30, 2008 8:25:15 GMT -5
Last night, part of my dream went like this: I'm watching or I'm with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and probably some other people, who go into DADA class, where there's this random woman teaching. Or maybe it was transfiguration... Anyway, they have to do something about transforming graham crackers into black things, or maybe burning them without any fire, only this is later referred to as "graham cracker ink" perhaps because they look like they're covered in ink. As usual Hermione accomplishes this dubious task without trouble while Harry and Ron can't manage it and think it's kind of pointless. Then, I'm reading the story on a page, and it's like Harry goes to a graveyard to do a duel with Voldemort or something like that, only, the only one there is Fenrir Greyback, and Harry and him are actually kind of friendly toward each other. The only thing is, Harry is still all mad about the class, and he says something like this "EVEN FIFTY-ONE YEAR OLD WEREWOLVES--oh, sorry, you're forty nine--don't see a point in TRANSFORMING GRAHAM CRACKER INK!" ( ;D ;D) Actually, I think whatever he said was longer than that, on my dream page, but I don't remember what else he said.
At some other point in the dream, I was trying to be sneaky and knit on the socks my mom is making, and I dreamed the pattern rather accurately, too!
In the part of the dream before I woke up, I started out standing in front of what I thought was a dumpster when I recalled the dream, but could have been the sign for our apartment complex, and I'd been given permission by my dad to stand there. (to make a long story short, my dad is kind of paranoid and I'm not really allowed outside without an adult. *sighs*) But I had this urge to do something else, so I took a walk, which the dream skipped over, all the way downtown (small town) to this restaurant (which my dad also doesn't like). For a while I evidently stood outside doing something or other, but then I was thinking that I'd better get back home so he didn't notice that I had left that spot where I was allowed to stand, and I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom, so I went inside. Firstly, things were all shifted around and really messy, secondly, the employees weren't very nice. I went down a corridor that I thought must lead to the hallway with the restroom in it, since I couldn't see that hallway out in the main part of the restaurant. Only I think I kept seeing some sort of "no outlet" signs in the hall, which did look rather as if it was an employees' area, and this girl (employee of the restaurant), who might have been the cashier, told me really coldly that there were no doors back here that I could enter.
The dream I had last Friday morning, in summary: I'm at this weird school in summer thing at my school, and I start out doing some janitorial thing, and this miscellaneous woman tells me that I didn't have to come into school when something happened to my dad, as it must have in the dream. However, suddenly I'm standing outside with some other kids, some of whom are much littler and might bear some resemblance to Gretl from The Sound of Music, and the lady is making an announcement about how people with fifty or more absences will be punished. This worries me due to the fact that I was absent for several long stretches during the school year. Then she starts going on about how students should have an option in their newsletters, and that she wants me to restart the school newspaper (small school, I was basically responsible for starting and keeping the newspaper afloat, even though I didn't do such a hot job first semester last year when I ended up (unexpectedly) editing and writing the newspaper for a credit. I didn't get much assistance, which was kind of miserable) and keep publishing till the end of either July or June, when school got out. I started thinking about newspaper staff, only she makes the absurd announcement that my staff is going to consist of three people: a boy, a girl, and a cross-dressing person. (probably something to do with an absurd fic I read on Thursday). So, over in what's kind of an opposite corner (because there's all this furniture, like various props and stuff for drama class and coat racks and bookshelves out on the lawn), there's three people who are sort of in my class, although I only recognize the one boy, who I will call J. In real life, J does not have long hair, although he did dye his hair blond several months ago, but in the dream he had long blond hair, shorter than Lucius Malfoy's, but longer than Snape's. It was also cut into a point shape at the back, so the hair at center back was longer than the hair on the sides. J is, at the moment, kind of piggybacking on the other boy, when it is somehow suggested that he is supposed to be the cross-dressing guy whether by the woman, or just in the dream me's head. I think he got outraged at this, and he jumped down (at some point he started wearing a long coat) and yelled "You stinkin' frood!"I believe the woman questions what sort of reference that is. (oh, well, actually, I wrote about this dream shortly after I had it, and she asked who he was supposed to be, not what reference it is, yet) It is, of course, a Hitchhiker's Guide reference, but for some reason in the dream, it's actually supposed to be a Monty Python reference. Then the three people, including J, start dancing, and J has a mannequin or prop or costume head on his shoulder (ala Zaphod Beeblebrox, who he clearly resembles in the dream!). Then, lots of the furniture, including some stacks of chairs, get pushed to the middle of the area, whether by magical means or by manual labor, I don't know. Then the woman asked what the reference is, and my drama teacher comes around, with one of those dustpan-ish things with a long handle and a broom (even though we're standing in grass...), sweeping, and singing "All for One" from the Spamalot soundtrack. I didn't think that he sang the distinctive lines from the individual knights, but as I noted when I wrote about it, that could very well be wrong, because everybody started singing along or it got really loud on the line "All round this BLIGHTY land, we are his mighty men...Oooo-oo!" (at least, I think I got the proper ending to that line in my dream, though in my writing, I put the who-ever from a couple lines down there). All that the dream-me thought was "Monty Python!" and then I woke up.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Jul 1, 2008 19:02:18 GMT -5
I had a dream that my friend Murielle had been murdered and the police thought I'd done it, but I was protesting that I couldn't have because I was at the opera with Kay at the time and they really shouldn't be here 'cause Brady was stealing a national artifact and I had to send out the invitations to my party. It was very strange and very like me.
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Post by Beverly Marie on Jul 4, 2008 13:17:18 GMT -5
I don't really remember what last night's was about, except the fact that I thought Nevilles Girl (Luna Natashi) was a boy, except it turned out that she was my friend Thea... hmm. Talk about bizarre. I did read 'Kill Bill (and Arthur)' yesterday and must have been thinking about that when I went to sleep
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Post by Schmergo on Jul 4, 2008 15:13:16 GMT -5
Oh, you read our story? Did you like it? ^_^ I had this dream that I was on a bike path riding my bike with my family, and we came to this weird waterfall coming off of a diagonal sort of cliff-- imagine if there was a big waterfall coming off of the edge of Pride Rock. But the bike path went under the waterfall. So I rode under there, and Wickedgrl was LIVING under there, and she was wearing kind of hermitty clothes and poking at some ashes with a stick, kind of like the end of this video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5WBwHDvlAs (Oh, how I love Ryan Murphy). I chatted with her (Wickedgrl, not Ryan Murphy) for awhile about movies and about stuff, and then I went to get my bike, but it was GONE. Wickedgrl calmly assured me that it had been taken away for tax. Yes. Then, I was at this weird place that looked like the food court at Mount Vernon, except in the dream, I knew I was at King's Dominion. (No, nowhere in King's Dominion looks like Mount Vernon.) My mom and I wanted to buy some soft serve ice cream, and we were looking for a place that sold it. My mom basically just disappeared and wasn't in the rest of the dream, so I ran around King's Dominion on my own and went on all kinds of strange rides that aren't in the real park-- it was almost completely empty. Then, I went inside this little store that had vials of different kind of drinks inside what looked like a big refrigerator with an aquarium type tank on each shelf. Each tank had these vials, like graduated cylinders, filled with different coloured liquid. The bottom of the tanks were filled with those pebble things that you put in fish tanks. I pulled one of the vials out that said 'fruit punch' and the lady at the counter told me to drop a pebble thing in, so I did and it turned purple and changed flavour. I remember it tasted extremely good, and that I was drinking it riding a roller coaster, but none spilled.
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jul 7, 2008 9:14:41 GMT -5
Yesterday morning I had a dream that started out with me helping move things out of the school (which I will no longer be attending, but they're moving to a different building--small private school) as we did during the last days of school, and I held onto a desk which I was somehow allowed to take home. I think at some point there was something about ice cream eaten while one is walking not counting as calories1. Then a random guy who was kind of like a dad/uncle person to me was coaching a really dim football team* and trying to teach them basic mathematics by means of this cheer. It went something like 5-2-3, 5-2-3, as near as I can fathom after waking up, though it didn't make much sense when I was dreaming. Between this and the next part, there was something about me discussing the fact that I was evidently a second string defense player on the football team and thinking that I could play offense better2, while looking at a catalog/magazine of... skirts? or sewing patterns for skirts? Then, for some reason, we were watching various [imaginary] versions of Willy Wonka/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, only it's actually a scene from Holes where they're celebrating the success of Sploosh. Also, I think some of the movies were supposedly released before the book was actually published... Then the focus shifted to this one movie, and there was a conveyor belt with some blobs of candy that looked vaguely as if it had exploded, and two sets of feet, one in humongous clown shoes, the other with regular or small size feet. And the screen followed the giant clown shoes down a stairway, and then starts to pan upward. Well, it's supposed to be Willy Wonka, but he's got giant stilts on, like people who walk in some big parades, and he wearing a white fake head that looks a little as if he were covered in shredded coconut with black features that look vaguely Asian-esque for some reason painted on. (It made me think of those people from the Oz books with absurdly little heads in proportion to their body size afterward) After we see this, it shifts to a sort of museum/inside zoo-exhibition thing, and we're watching this girl who's trying to get this candy-ball thing that the evil Willy Wonka guy threw and that goes right through the glass to stay inside a sliding glass window. She finally gets it to stay inside the window because the other pane of the window seems to be impermeable. And then, I turn around and notice that Johnny Depp is there, dressed as Jack Sparrow, and I start telling him that he did a great job as Jack Sparrow and all this, and then for some random, weird reason, I decide to hug him. (an around the waist squeeze, though, not a front to front hug) Well, I suceed with the hugging, only I didn't hug him--somehow I hugged who I guess is Orlando Bloom costumed as Will Turner, and he holds his arms up, kind of flustered, and starts babbling that he isn't indeed Jack Sparrow, so I apologize and go and sit down by Jack (well, actually we're kind of leaning against a slanted carpet-ish wall that might lead to the glass of an exhibit) and then for some reason, stand up and turn to face him and do some sort of apology that involves not being the major fan and not being over-crazy about his Willy Wonka. I was kind of babbling at this point...
And on the fourth of July, I had a dream that seemed, for some reason, to start out with Draco and Hermione attempting to purchase some sort of confection, like a donut or a -audible laughter-lipop, and then went blank for a while. The next part was this wacky fake history of the Von Trapp children, involving a hill near my school, a video camera, and giant, floppy hanks of yarn that finished videos of weird songs that evidently would show up later in the Sound of Music. The last I saw of the Von Trapps, they (well, one was Maria) were trying to tutor French actors, and popping out of trapdoors from underneath the stage to help sing. Then there was this boy named Mikhail who was trying to repair this important satellite [that controlled several cities, kind of like the Myushi 12] in what was kind of a Artemis Fowl/Supernaturalist crossover. I may have been reading this on a page in the dream--anyway, Mikhail thought Artemis was dead only he wasn't and was wishing for his help when Foaly called and started to help. And at some point in the dream, I was having an argument about an association of fantasy races with religions. (the chart, by the way, looked something like the Hitchhikers Guide from the '05 movie) And I was saying elves should be associated with Christianity. Where in the world did I get this? I'm guessing it had to do with the association of each Role-Race-Gender*-Alignment with a different deity in NetHack. Also, I was thinking of Tolkien's elves. *Gender doesn't influence the deity choice to my knowledge, and I'm not sure whether race does or not. Alignment and Role most certainly do.
1This is a reference to this quote from Thief of Time: "A chocolate you did not want to eat does not count as chocolate. This discovery is from the same brand of culinary physics that determined that food eaten while walking along contains no calories." *It was a football team, for certain, but for all I know, it could have been of the European variety. I'm not much for American football. 2Or something like that. Why I was spouting all this sport stuff in my dream, I don't know. I'm not normally a big fan of any sport--I can stand baseball and soccer, but in general I prefer to be playing, albeit not very well. Also, I have no interest in American football whatsoever, and I'm a girl (which reminds me of the time several weeks ago when I misinterpreted what Aku said in the C-box to mean she though I was a guy because I liked Earl Grey tea, when she was actually talking to Tim the Enchanter). How exactly I was supposed to be the second for a guy, I don't know. Plus, I'm not sure that's football terminology
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Jul 10, 2008 17:20:38 GMT -5
I had a dream that Kay's toaster wasn't working.
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Post by Schmergo on Jul 14, 2008 12:32:53 GMT -5
Mouse-- YOU READ DISCWORLD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT!!!! Sorry, but "Thief of Time" was the first Discworld book I read (and probably the worst possible place to start) and I absolutely love it, though my favourite now is "Going Postal."
I had two really bizarre, epic, bad dreams and one very short, very good dream in the past week or so that I would like to share, but because it’s so exhausting to type out these dreams, I’ll share them all separately.
Last night’s dream was particularly disturbing and strange, and there are some parts I remember with extreme clarity and other parts I can barely remember at all. The weirdest thing about the dream was that it was linear. Most of my dreams jump around from random event to random event without relating back to each other very much. This dream proceeded in order with a definite plot and a beginning, middle, and end (like a story, just a very bad one). Despite huge logical holes, in a lot of ways, it also made more sense than a lot of my dreams, so it still feels disturbingly real to me.
The most important thing about the dream was, for the entirety of the dream, I was Peter Pevensie from the Narnia films, as played by William Moseley. Most of you know all about my long-abiding, intense HATRED of William Moseley, so this makes the dream all that much weirder. If certain parts of this dream seem really strange to you, just remember that I was a guy in this dream the whole time. Good? Cool.
The dream started out in the backyard of my church, and I was hanging out with a larg-ish group of assorted random people around this large tub of water. There was an outdoor café next to the church that wasn’t there in real life, where people were eating wedding cake, though I’m not sure who was getting married. I remember Walid (the director of the play I was just in) was eating a lot of cake and me being upset that I couldn’t have any (not sure why I couldn’t have any cake).
The people in the group I was standing with were three girls from camp, this girl from my math class who I barely knew, the boy I sat next to in study hall in eighth grade, a friend of mine from church (though he looked different from how he does in real life—different-shaped head and longer hair), a kid I knew who moved to Argentina, and my sister’s best friend’s sister, among other people I can’t remember. For some reason, they were each singing “That’s How You Know” from “Enchanted” and pleadingly looking up at me for my opinion. It was a lot like the audition scene from my play, where I’d yell “NEXT!” Everyone who sang was extremely bad, even the people from my camp who are good at singing in real life. Then I sang. Remember, I was an English guy in this dream. Anyway, I sounded a lot like some famous Broadway singer, but I can’t remember which one.
At some point, I got thrown into or jumped into the tub of water; I forget why. There wasn’t enough water to cover all of my back, so this girl named Amy who was the music director at my camp started pouring water on me out of champagne goblets. That was pretty weird.
Then, I was with Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie. For some reason, we never called Edmund “Edmund”—we always called him Skandar, which is the name of the actor who played Edmund in the films. He also looked slightly different (a tiny bit more like Freddie Highmore) and sounded like Freddie Highmore, not like himself. Susan and Lucy were the same as in the first Narnia movie. We decided we were going to Narnia, so we got in my car (apparently, I had one), and we drove to this Horticultural Center near my grandmother’s house. They have a Children’s Garden there (I used to go there every Sunday when I was little—plenty of things to climb on and cool interactive things, definitely my favourite place in the world when I was young, and I still have loads and loads of dreams about it), and it’s through a gate at the bigger garden of the Horticultural Center.
So we were at the entrance to the Horticultural Center, and we saw all of these fantasy-looking people and creatures. They were explaining that Narnia was much different from how it used to be, and “if you think you are about to be raped, try not to look up at your attacker.” I distinctly remember that part, and how someone kept saying “the worst part of Narnia is the horrible movies you see advertised.” For some reason, this didn’t deter me or my siblings; we got out of the car and walked up to the gate of the Children’s Garden.
There was a small rectangular swimming pool in front of the gate, separated by orange traffic cones. The gate was totally opaque, so you couldn’t see through it, but you could see plants growing over it. As I walked toward it, someone pushed me into the small swimming pool. When I was underwater, the walls had video screens that had this strange video of an old-fashioned British man and woman singing a folk song rather badly and holding a small monkey dressed in human clothes that kept trying to escape with their arms. I felt as though I wasn’t able to come up from underwater—like the surface of the water was made of impenetrable plastic—until the video was over. When I came up from underwater, I was on the other side of the gate.
But here’s the weird thing—I wasn’t in a garden. I was in a large shopping mall complex. The walls were made of dull grey stone and lit by torches like a medieval castle—it was a shopping mall that I’ve dreamed about lots and lots of times. Interspersed among the shops were private dwellings—they’d look exactly like store fronts, but people would live in them. Somehow, when I came inside the mall place, I realized it was Narnia, and that Susan was already there as well. It was very dark, sinister, and gothic looking, with gargoyles everywhere, and all of the shops grim and gloomy versions of the pre-existing stores at the mall (imagine like a gothic version of an ice cream store or Claire’s!)
The strangest thing was the posters. All of the walls were covered in posters for Disney movies, but each one had something subtly wrong with it. I’m not even sure what was ‘wrong’ with them, but something about them just didn’t seem right.
I felt very weird, and my vision was strange—I had no peripheral vision at all, just straight ahead, but my straight ahead vision was much better than usual. I went to look at my reflection in a store front mirror and realized that my eyes were totally black, like aliens’ eyes—there were no whites, no irises, just entirely black. Also, my left hand/arm was much larger than usual and had turned into a large hairy paw. This rather disturbed me, but I just assumed that this was a side effect of coming in through the strange swimming pool entrance and didn’t think much of it. However, I knew that it was something that would worry other people, because I knew “I was turning evil.”
I went into one of the private residences in the mall that I knew was “ours” somehow, and I went to Susan’s room which actually looked exactly like my real-life little brother’s bedroom. Susan was sitting on the bed sobbing and looking away from me. I sat down on the bed and I said in a very soft voice, “Susan… it’s me…” She looked up and looked at me and started screaming and crying even louder. I was very calm and quiet and I said, “It’s okay, it got me too, I know I look different, but that’s just what happens” or something along those lines.
She turned around and her eyes were bright yellow with cat pupils. Around the edges of the whites of her eyes, there were large black streaks like someone had coloured around the inside of her eyes with sharpie. She was clutching one of her hands in the other hand, and it looked like a leathery claw with sharp talons. She said, “Doesn’t it bother you that we’re both turning into monsters?”
And I just shrugged and I said, “That’s what people in Narnia look like now. There’s a curse on it. It’s just a necessary expense.” Or something very blasé like that. I said, “I’m going to go get Edmund and Lucy and get them over here,” but Susan didn’t want me to bring them because she didn’t want the same thing to happen to them.
I put on a jacket that covered up my hand and put my hand in my pocket, then I crawled out under a table in the kitchen and through a hatch in the wall. Somehow, I ended up outside by the gate again; not sure how that works. Edmund (who I kept calling Skandar) and Lucy were there, and I told them how to get through to Narnia, going in the pool and stuff like that. I kept my eyes away from them so they couldn’t look into them and see that they were pure black. Lucy followed eagerly, but Edmund/Skandar was really reluctant and kept hiding under a table (what is it with going under tables in this dream?)
I went back into Narnia the way I came out—back into the apartment with Susan—though I’m not sure why I didn’t just let Edmund/Lucy in that way. I walked around the mall and started looking around. Everyone else was some kind of monster/mutant thing, which didn’t bother me; it just made me feel more comfortable with myself. I saw Lucy in Narnia, and she had red eyes and very sharp fangs, but was trying to cover it up. She saw that I looked different, and it scared and bothered her, much like Susan. She was also embarrassed and horrified with how she looked, and she didn’t want to talk when I tried to talk to her.
In fact, she was so bothered by the way I looked that I went to check out my reflection. My hair looked darker and longer, and I had huge shaggy sideburns (remember, I was a guy in this dream!) and my eyebrows were also much thicker and darker. My reaction was kind of just like ‘well, that’s interesting’ and I went about my business. I don’t really remember this part of the dream, but I remember going around to all of these shops and strange random things occurring with this doughnut shop and something that vaguely reminded me of “The Wizard of Oz.” This was the longest part of the dream, and there were a lot of plot complexities that I can’t remember at all now.
I saw Edmund/Skandar a couple of times, and he seemed perfectly normal (well, I already said he looked and sounded rather like Freddie Highmore, but that was normal in the dream), but he definitely didn’t want to talk to me. He seemed quiet and reserved, not scared or uncomfortable, but just as insistent that he didn’t want to associate with me. I saw one of my friends, and I said ‘hi’ (she looked just like herself, not weird at all), and she didn’t recognize me at all, but started screaming and running around a lot.
Around this time, I realized I had gotten A LOT taller and bigger/more muscular, like not just a couple of inches but a lot. I kept incorrectly estimating my height or size, which caused me to crash into a lot of things and got a lot of people upset. But no one wanted to yell at me because they all seemed rather intimidated. Again, none of this bothered me—I just accepted that this was what was happening, and everyone was overreacting. I actually found it quite funny.
I went to this Haunted House place in my dream. In a lot of my dreams, there’s this haunted house ride in the middle of the mall, and it was in the dream. I was comforted to know that the haunted house ride was exactly as it had been before, and that it wasn’t all strange, evil, and twisted like the rest of Narnia/the mall. Then, I got to what was usually the end of the haunted house ride, and there was another room that wasn’t there before. This one was full of nothing but huge piles of naked dead people, some of them seriously mauled and messed up. The cart I was riding in just stopped there, without going back around to the front, so I had to tiptoe around all of these dead bodies and things and try to walk back out to the front. I was incredibly scared and disgusted, and I was seriously freaking out. I had to sit down several times because I was just shaking and crying so much, and I was incredibly unsettled by the huge piles of naked dead people.
I went back to the house/apartment thing, except now it looked different, more like a palace than looking like my real life house, and I still somehow knew my way around. It didn’t look like the palace from the Narnia movie; it looked more like the fancy rooms on a cruise ship mixed with the royal palace in Sweden that I went to one time, mixed with a real-life version of the way I imagined Marigold’s palace in the book “Once Upon A Marigold,” which I just reread last night before going to bed.
Susan was still in her room crying, though the room looked different. I opened the door and she started screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to hit me with things and scratching me with her claw hand. I kept telling her that it was me, Peter, and she didn’t believe me or recognize me at all. She looked exactly the same as when I’d gotten there—the cat eyes and the claw hand, but everything else the same and normal—whereas I’d changed a lot even since getting there, and this confused me.
When I started talking a little more in a very rational, calm voice, she finally realized it was me, but she was so upset by how I looked that she didn’t want to look at me or talk to me. She kept crying and stuff. I kept telling her that just because I looked different, that didn’t necessarily mean anything was wrong, just different and stuff like that, but she was really, really upset. She told me she knew the reason why I was changing was because I was able to accept it and that it was just infiltrating me more from inside or something like that, that being able to adapt to the evilness in Narnia was making me become more part of it… stuff that sounded very cryptic or dramatic but that didn’t make sense. I dismissed it and kept trying to talk to her, but she kept trying to move away.
In retrospect, I have a feeling that Susan was my girlfriend in the dream (remember, I was a guy in this dream!) rather than my sister… the relationship we had in the dream was really weird. Anyway, a lot of things happened in the dream that I can’t remember at all. I know that Lucy and Edmund/Skandar and Susan all stayed as they were when they first came into Narnia, and Edmund/Skandar in particular still looked like his old self, and none of them wanted to hang out with me. One of the things that happened in the dream involved someone that I don’t know in real life (but who I was apparently good friends with in the dream) being incredibly tall and distorted-looking, like with one eye and her facial features all warped. She was perfectly willing to talk to me, and she recognized me at once, and we had a pretty good conversation and did some stuff that I can’t remember, some kinds of strange mall/fantasy/Narnia adventures.
At some point in the dream, I remember learning that it was Edmund/Skandar who had been killing all of the people in the haunted house. Susan went into absolute hysterics—for someone who wouldn’t talk to me, we sure had a lot of conversations in this dream—and started screaming that Narnia was affecting him on the inside rather than the outside, and I started trying to use this as justification that if it was affecting his inside, then the evilness was just affecting my outside and not my inside, but she wouldn’t listen.
This type of thing sounds like it should upset me, but it didn’t at all. I felt just the same as always, and very easygoing and unemotional. It wouldn’t be a good story because I had no internal angst or conflict at all. Oh, remember those Disney posters? Yeah, they kept warping in different ways. At one point, I looked at the “Beauty and the Beast” poster and realized that the Beast had been replaced by a picture of William Moseley. And I knew that I now looked exactly like the Beast had, except with solid black eyes. VERY “Picture of Dorian Grey”-esque, isn’t it? I didn’t even go to look in the mirror, I just knew it, and it didn’t bother me. I did wonder how my clothes had managed to hold up, but that was it.
A lot of things happened that I can’t remember. I know we somehow left Narnia—without the homicidal Edmund—and some other guy from somewhere came with us. He, Susan, and Lucy all returned to normal when we got back, but I didn’t—I assumed I had, but the others assured me otherwise. Again, I can’t really remember what happened, but they went somewhere, and I went somewhere else.
Then, the dream shifted to something totally different. I’m not sure if I was still Peter Pevensie, and if I was, I’m not sure if I was still the Beast, but I was on this large, old-fashioned sailing ship much like the ships that you can go on at Jamestown. I remember Aku and this guy I used to hate in eighth grade were both on the ship with me. There was a serious storm, and we were thrashing around on the ship getting very wet and blown about, and it was a lot like that one scene from “The Little Mermaid,” but that’s immaterial.
Somehow, I received a map from Tim the Enchanter (I’m not quite sure how I managed to get an email on an old-fashioned ship during a bad storm), but it was all in riddles—all of the big cities were labeled with what sounded like crossword puzzles rather than the real names of the cities, rather like the clues you get on “Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego.” While reading it (it was getting very soggy and running), I suddenly discovered that Tim was someone I knew in real life—but I can’t remember who. It might not even be someone I know in REAL real life; it might just be someone I knew in my dream. There was a note on the map about how he used to go to my school but thought it was intellectually stifling or something, which I KNOW was inspired by Frik.
The dream ended with this weird business at a “Chicken Out” restaurant involving trying to get a large order of chicken pot pie and coleslaw and spinach for a really huge group or people and a lot of people being really confused and running around a lot stuff. It was loud, chaotic, uncomfortable, mildly psychedelic (things kept spinning and distorting), and I remember I really had to pee. Luckily, I woke up around then.
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Post by Beverly Marie on Jul 14, 2008 14:40:37 GMT -5
Schmergo, I loved the story you and Luna wrote! I had a dream last night AND the night before that, and I can still remember both of them. Saturday night I dreamt that it was the American Revolution, and I either had to join the redcoats (who were marching down the middle of our street) or stay at home safe and do whatever my parents (who had turned into Mr. and Mrs. Black) tell me to do. Since I didn't want to do either, I threw blueberries at my house. After my friend and I had cleaned the blueberries off where they had splattered, I turned to her and said "we should run away." She didn't want to, so we argued for a while. Then we walked through some backyards until we got to this intersection in the middle of a city. Then this redcoat guy about my age came up to me and stole some paper out my my backpack that he was going to use to make fires. Then I saw this name on the ground, and he told me it was the name of his rock band. So my friend and I went to the concert and decided they were really good. Then we went in this tent where Tonks was teaching everybody how to be a metamorphmagus and I didn't want to be caught so I grabbed a red permanent marker and put a dot on my forehead. 0_o Last night I had a dream that I was waiting for my prince to come (Disney, anyone?), except we lived in this weird jungle gym in the middle of the ocean. Something happened so that I saved a bunch of people so everyone was calling me Beverly the Champion Swimmer! Then the prince came back and was made king. I went up to the place where you dive to catch fish ( ) and saw a board where you could write your name down to join the swim team. I saw the prince's name at the top (Roonil Wazlib) and I tried to add my name to the list at the very bottom, right under 'Tim the Enchanter'. I woke up while I was trying to write me name on the marker board with chalk dust. Weird how you guys keep popping up in my dreams.
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jul 14, 2008 15:07:33 GMT -5
SCHMERGO---YOU read Once Upon a Marigold too? Have you read Love Among the Walnuts? And Thief of Time (I can't seem to spell thief right until I type it incorrectly) is my first Discworld, too, though it isn't my first Pratchett--I read Only You can Save Mankind shortly before! And I want to read Going Postal, but I couldn't find it on Saturday at the library, so I got Making Money and Sourcery instead! I think I did manage to mean Moist Von Lipwig and Rincewind, though. (For some reason I keep thinking his name is Rincewald....) SQUEE!
"I do believe it is pineapple."
-----------------> Keep left. Don't feed the elephant. DUCK ----------------->
SQUEAK. (-The Death of Rats)
The Luggage!
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Jul 15, 2008 10:59:07 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that involved a large flag/kite thing that had lots of different patterns on it, and I remember trying to comfort a small girl whose flag/kite it was perhaps 'cause it wouldn't fly. Then, the dream changed and it was a big kite flying competition where either me, Kay or Ryan was flying that flag/kite. Then, later on I remember Kay and Ryan were having a big argument over which of them I was going to marry or perhaps simply which of them I liked better. I remember distinctly that this whole argument started because I had kissed both of them (not at the same time). I solved this problem by saying that, of course, it was Kay I liked better. Then, Ryan went off to sulk in his room and then I got the feeling that Kay and I were married. And then, Kay tried to kill Ryan by giving him an overdose of his heart medicine, which looked uncannily like my allergy medicine, (this is from reading too much Agatha Christie...I don't think Ryan actually has heart medicine) but he failed and Ryan, now looking remarkably like Edmund from King Lear, went to go tell the authorities (I cannot remember whether it was people that had something to do with the kite flying competition or the police). I remember around this time trying to explain the flag/kite's designs to the police, one of which (the designs, not the police) was the English flag and another I described as the O'Donnagale family crest, even though it looked nothing like it. I believe I was trying to save Kay's life at this point. Then, Kay and Ryan were trying to explain that they were trying to get the police to think that Kay had tried to kill Ryan and it was all part of this big plot. This was all too confusing for me and I think I woke up at this point.
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Post by Heidi Girl on Aug 21, 2008 8:03:28 GMT -5
Out of most dreams I've ever had, this is one felt the most lifelike of all of them. So this guy - who in a dream earlier was attempting to kill a ghost and win back the heart of his beloved (said beloved is one of my friends) - and I are running down a street attempting to locate a shop where they sold medieval costumes (which for some reason was going to help defeat the aforementioned ghost), when suddenly he's not there anymore, of course this being a dream, I don't notice. When suddenly the street opened up into a plaza, where all these people are dressed in the styles they wore during the book Scarlet Pimpernel. I wandered into the plaza and looked at all these people, jokingly wondering if I gone back in time or something. At that moment it occurred to me that I had, in fact traveled back in time; which didn't freak me out as much as it should. I went all the way across to this guard house in front of what I assume is Buckingham Palace, although I never asked and there weren't any guards with the weird hats; in fact, it was the army guarding the palace. I went up to one guard house to ask what was going on, but he said something along the lines of "Scram, ragamuffin", and tried to stick me with a spear; which would have probably gone through my neck if I hadn't ducked. I was in a good mood, so in stead of yelling and lobbing a shoe at his head (you know, for trying to kill me), I told him, "Nice aim, I bet you'll be promoted to... umm... general in no time!" "Really?" he asks, getting this really goofy smile on his face like he's trying to picture it. "Uhh, yeah, whatever." I answer. Suddenly, the real general, in charge of the guardsmen comes up and is all, "Vamoose kid!" Though he said it more oldfashioned and a lot less polite. It was at this point that I realized they were under the mistaken impression that I was a boy, since i was still wearing modern capri pants and a three quarter sleeve, pink, henley shirt. The guardsman I'd complimented (lets call him Steve) followed the general and all the other local guard dudes (coincidentaly leaveing the palace comepletly unguarded). I, having nothing better to do, tagged along. Unfortunatley, the jerk general and Steve, stayed in the back of the group (probably to keep an eye on me). Steve assumed I had no place to live (which is true, I'm not really best friends with anyone who lived a century ago), and suggested I go live at the barracks (military housing), to which General Annoying replied "We can't have civilians trapsing around the barracks like it's some kind of boarding house!" After which I sulkily muttered under my breath, "Yeah cause a bunch of single twenty something guys would hate having a girl live in the barracks." I put extra emphasis on the word girl, hoping they would realized their mistake. Even though they ignored me, I think they heard because several minutes later, Steve suggested I come to this ball at 7 that evening. That guy (the general) proposed to Steve that "If you can turn her in to a proper young woman in time for the ball, I wont throw her to the lions." A threat directed at me (I think I was starting to get on this man's nerves. Good.) Several hours later, I am about to go and change for the ball, when the general pops out of nowhere, and decided to help me up the steps to some lady's house where I was going to change. He held my hand (You know, like when guys would help ladies to step out of carriages), slightly longer than neccessary, leaving me with the impression that he was going to either shake my hand, break it, or kiss it (which would be far to gentleman-y for this guy). When suddenly he looks into my eyes all reverently, causing me to freak out because I thinking "Why is this jerk looking at me like that, did I miss anything?"; he says "I can't believe it." Then I wake up, which stinks cause I wanted to know what happened next.
Wow, I just looked back on what I wrote, that's a horrible piece of writing isn't it? Ah well, what do you expect, I just woke up! - H.G.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Aug 21, 2008 19:28:51 GMT -5
Wow, that's one of the most interesting dreams I've heard...
I had a dream last night where all the O’Donnagales (extended family included) were on a barge cruise, only it was sort of a square boat, sort of like a raft, only bigger and towing smaller square rafts behind it. People were jumping off the rafts and swimming and getting back on all through, and I remember that Kay was there, too. My cousin David (my age) referred to him as his cousin-in-law, but I'm pretty sure we were only sixteen and thirteen. I dove off the raft (I had a very pretty dive in this dream, very straight) and swam around in the water around the rafts for a while and all the while I kept hearing gunshots in the distance. Then, while I was swimming with Kay, I heard a gunshot and a plop! like something had dropped into the water, and I, being surprisingly candid in this dream, realized that someone had been shot, and swam under the raft to hide. As soon as I was reasonably sure that we weren't in any danger (don't ask me how I knew this) Kay and I swam out from under the raft and went to recover whoever had been shot. So we dived under the water and pulled David (who was apparently the one who had been shot, but only in the arm) out of the water and onto one of the smaller rafts. Then, Kay used his knife to pull the bullet out (don't ask me how this would work in real life) and I looked around for something to bandage it up with. Since I was wearing a swimsuit and not a long t-shirt or something else conveniently rip-able, I was stumped for a minute until I found a towel and we ripped that up and tied it around the wound. Then, I took Kay's knife and swam over to the main raft where a woman with a gun was threatening my family and somehow got a gun and shot her in the arm she was holding the gun with. And then I was knocked out and Kay appeared to be beating up the guy who knocked me out, and that's about it.
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