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Post by Heidi Girl on Sept 6, 2008 20:53:55 GMT -5
Last night I once again had this really weird dream that I've had before. So in the dream (the first one), I'm in this library, a really big library and I'm wandering around looking for some good books, I go into this one deserted section of this library and I leaf through a book, suddenly I realize something has changed. I turn around and realize that I'm no longer in a library, but in this really beautiful looking castle, I wander out into this really gorgeous garden and realize that I'm in an alternate universe where this royal family is being trying to fight off these terrorists who look suspiciously like the Death Eaters from HP. It's this really convoluted mix between medieval times and modern day. After a bit a figure out that this little bit of library in the castle is a portal between our world and this alternate dimension, so throughout the dream, me and this really hot prince (I have no clue why he even popped up in the dream, because I don't know anyone remotely like him) are traveling back and forth between dimensions trying to find this wise man who can help explain where this portal came from and trying to protect my friends who are in danger from these terrorists who have found their way into our world. The dream I had last night is like the sequel, after this really horrible class trip where I break down sobbing in public because this really snooty girl was really mean (which is weird because she's really nice in real life) I manage to arrive back in this alternate dimension where this evil tour guide (who reminds me freakishly of Bellatrix Lestrange) is trying to kill me, first she shoots spit-balls at me and tries to crash the plane I'm riding on, next she chases me across a turnpike shooting me with lazers, I don't know how, but I manage to find the castle and go back through the portal, but this time it deposits me in this shopping center book store. Then I wake up, I was seriously confused. - H.G.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Sept 6, 2008 23:25:57 GMT -5
Wow, that is a seriously strange dream....
I had a...not so nice dream last night. I was at the Hazelnut's house for Jane's birthday (somehow I knew this) and Kay was there and he was being, well, nasty to me. Now, several things are very strange about this. One, this boy didn't look anything like Kay. He had shaggy dark hair, blue eyes too close to one another and a short, narrow nose (Kay is tall, blonde and with a very small nose). But somehow I knew it was Kay. Two, he was being very weak-minded about this and relying a lot on Jane (who was also being nasty to me). Regardless, I ran downstairs and cried, but then I started to hear "Beyond the Sea". Laurel (at least, I think it was her) told me that it was the new Twilight (a series I have heard much about) movie. And then they started playing "Cool" from West Side Story, too. After that, thing got kind of jumbled, and the only thing I remember was that there was some business with Kay's socks, and I had them.
I think this dream came from comparing Kay's looks to Matthew McFaden's, and, because he (McFaden, not Kay) plays Mr. Darcy in P&P, I automatically placed those characteristics on him. I have no idea where the socks part came from.
(When I told him about the dream, Kay had to assure me that he would never be nasty to be on purpose.)
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Sept 8, 2008 14:21:15 GMT -5
On Saturday morning I had a dream with lots and lots of yarn in the first part. You see, in my dream, my mom and I had these rugs that were only like half finished (ever seen someone cross-stitching? You fill in one color at a time) which were supposedly started by my maternal grandmother and great-grandmother (only I've never known my grandma to make rugs and my great-grandmother passed away when my grandmother was a young girl). My mom's rug was a needlepoint in kind of bold colors, like bright flowers on a black background. In the dream, mine wasn't supposed to be needlepoint (and I discarded the theory that it was punchneedle in the dream, but I still didn't know what it was in the dream, though I somehow knew how to do it!) but it actually was. It had individual little blocks separated by the background; I think some of the motifs were shells and there was something else as well but I don't remember now. It was like light teal and cream and golden and cornflower blue; very mellow colors. Then, I'm sitting in our love-seat, with my rug on my lap (but I'm not working on it), and I'm holding up these very brightly colored strands of yarn that are a little tangled to give my mom to work on hers. She decides that we don't have enough yarn, so we drive over to JoAnn's or Kroger or something like that. (this didn't really figure in the dream, and we didn't purchase very much if anything) When we get back and park our car, there's these large cardboard displays for KnitPicks sock yarns in the strip of lawn between our apartment building and the parking lot, only all the yarns advertised don't really exist. There were jacquard yarns, kind of like Opal, and there was this yarn called Big (there is actually a sock yarn called Big, but I've never had it, and it isn't made by KnitPicks) that was supposed to be a replacement for their discontinued Parade. The yarn pictures in the display were labeled with their weight, but some of the weights were nonsense. (e.g. a yarn called BabyGirl was labled "BabyGirlDK" etc.) At first I was looking out at these cardboard displays through the windshield, but at some point it morphed so I was outside the car, and I walked down by this table. The only thing I remember from this table was some Berocco Suede yarn. At the end of the table were a couple cardboard displays and this tall square revolving rack that I thought I'd seen somewhere but I can't remember now. On the other side of the sidewalk there were racks of clothes and I looked at a few items. These cardboard displays contained the oddest item: very fluffy, light yarn which smelled funny and was supposedly used for weaning babies from breastfeeding! In addition, the yarn came in several different sized balls, which were labeled as if they were baby clothes (3 months-6 months). Then, when I looked at the square rack, there were these little packets of this "real fur" yarn that I've seen advertised in knitting magazines. They were packaged like embroidery floss, and there was lots of this dove gray and another packet that contained really bright colors. While I was still there at the yarn display, an older lady who was either my downstairs neighbor or my new English teacher came and was browsing with my mom and me. One of my mom's co-workers (a fairly young-about 30 or so-man) came up and asked something, and the English teacher/neighbor showed him this black fuzzy sweater that I think had accents in peacock feather colors, saying that I had been looking at it. The next part of the dream I remember took place at my old school in their old building, but it could have been that night that I dreamed that I'd gotten a They Might Be Giants CD and I was searching for the song Particle Man (Did you know that Particle Man, a Chinese takeout menu, and a random text generation program were in inspiration for "Bugrit, millennium hand and shrimp!", Foul Ole Ron's catchphrase?). In the next part of the dream, I was supposedly having history class, but it was in this large, bare, dilapidated room with the paint flaking off the walls and the drywall crumbling. There was this storm drain type apparatus in the middle of the room, only it was made of drywall, and somebody was poking holes in it with this very large staple. Instead of teaching us world history, we were being told about the building we were in, though, and we went downstairs to the room below us, which was a kitchen (for the church the school rented from) in my old school building. I studied sixth grade history in there. The odd thing was that there was this large rectangular stove with a huge foil covered box above it, sitting diagonally in the room, rather than the counter that's actually there. This stove, with its big foil part, reached to within eight in. of the ceiling, and there was soot in the back left-hand corner of the room, which was evidently a problem. Then we were back in the dilapidated room, and the teacher assigned the next chapters review (a chapter that we hadn't even read) to some random boy named Eric. (But there are no Eric's as far as I know in my classes.)
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Post by Schmergo on Sept 8, 2008 14:47:53 GMT -5
This kid who sits next to me in theatre arts spent awhile telling me about a dream where he was riding a unicycle and he got shot in the stomach, 'but there was no blood, just a big hole.' Then he turned to me and said, "You ever get those dreams where you're Snape? This was one of 'em."
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Sept 8, 2008 14:52:39 GMT -5
Odd. One of the boys in my drama class dressed up as a pregnant woman with a pig snout, and I found a Melanie bonnet while the whole class was cleaning up the prop class.
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Post by Heidi Girl on Sept 13, 2008 9:09:18 GMT -5
I had this really weird dream in which; wait I need to explain something first: you know how in Italy they have those towns based on stories? You know like in Verona they have Juliette's house, and somewhere else they have this garden that tells the story of Pinnochio? Well I was in one of those towns, except no one spoke Italian, and it was themed around The Frog Prince. So all around the city there were frescoes and statues with scenes about the story, except abarently it was a true story, and the princess never kissed the frog prince, so everyone hated her; even though she'd been dead for centuries. As I'm exploring the city, I discover that it was because of the devil that she never kissed the prince, because aparently he killed her before she had a chance to (the devil, not the prince). So I meet the frog prince who's still hopping around in this swamp (for no explainable reason). Now I don't remember exactly what happened next, except that I remember that the frog prince had a "six foot tall laugh", which I'm guessing means that he was six feet tall when he was human, and his laugh still sounded like a six foot tall dude's laugh. I also know that I said some joke that was really funny, but I don't remember it now. - H.G.
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Post by Schmergo on Sept 13, 2008 11:09:11 GMT -5
HG, that is my new favourite dream on this thread. The way you explained it, I could basically see the whole dream in my head. The 'six foot tall laugh' sounds like a phrase out of Disney's "Song of the South" or something.
I think this thread is proof that creative people have really odd dreams.
I can't clearly remember any of my recent ones that I haven't already posted, but last night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a really amazing epic fantasy dream that I completely forgot after five minutes.
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Post by theaceofspades on Sept 13, 2008 19:32:02 GMT -5
I'v had some cool Dreams but I forgot alot of them
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Post by Beverly Marie on Sept 13, 2008 20:41:25 GMT -5
Most of us do. I absolutely HATE it when I wake up from a dream and think, "woah! that was epic!" but then forget the details five minutes later. After that I'm stuck trying to remember the dream for the next 5 hours or so, and just concentrate on not going insane,
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Sept 13, 2008 22:34:45 GMT -5
This is my strangest dream so far:
I had a dream last night where Tanna and I were going to a pool party and Tanna insisted that she would not go unless she could bring her platypus. Yes. It looked like a normal platypus, except that it's front paws were like cats'. So we got into Aunt Jean's car and Daddy started driving us. A while later, Tanna said, "We need to stop, he needs to do it" or something and so we got out of the car and set the platypus down on the side of the road and cowered back a little ways. Then the platypus coughed up this milk-like substance. Some of it got on my foot, and it was really hot, like boiling water. Then we picked up the platypus and went on our way.
I have no idea where this came from.
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Post by Schmergo on Sept 14, 2008 18:43:12 GMT -5
I had this one dream last night where I was at this amusement park, only it was indoors and quite dark. I was with three other female friends, but now I can't remember who any of them were, except that one was Aku.
Well, we were sitting on random bleachers, and these two girls walk by. One of the girls I was with (not Aku) thought it would be funny to throw an empty box of cookies down at the girls walking past. One of the girls down on the field picked up the box, saw it had no cookies in it, and got absolutely furious. She ran off and got this guy who worked at the amusement park who was wearing a completely pointless Ranger outfit. The girls I was with got scared and run.
Later, I was sitting in a restaurant, and the Ranger guy came in. I noticed that he was Edward Watts, the guy who played Enjolras in the Wolf Trap production of Les Miserables! Well, he came up to me and said, "Have you heard anything about some girls who threw a box of cookies?" He had an Australian accent for no apparent reason, even though he's very American in real life.
Well, I just burst out crying, and yelled, "I DID!" Then I screamed, "ACTUALLY, I DIDN'T BUT SOMEONE I WAS WITH DID!" And I told him the whole story.
Later in the dream, I walked into my chorus class (which is all girls in real life, but there were boys in it, too, in this one) and Edward Watts was there and I was horrible embarrassed because I aided and abetted the girl who threw the box of cookies. Throughout the dream, I kept accusing him of being Edward Watts, and he kept denying it.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Sept 14, 2008 21:20:50 GMT -5
Wow. And I only have platypi.
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Sept 15, 2008 9:43:10 GMT -5
Yesterday morning, after stopping in the middle of Wyrd Sisters before going to sleep, I had this odd dream, part of which I don't remember. I do know that there was this thing about the coven of Lancre in the first part of the dream, a little like the part of Wyrd Sisters where they bestow their gifts upon Tomjon from afar (hey, another orphan called Tom!). I remember there was something about each one individually (and it was Magrat, not Agnes/Perdita) and they were flying. Then I was at this totally weird school which seemed a little like how I might imagine Agatea from Interesting Times, maybe mixed with a little Communist-esque thing. There were all these guards and you had to sneak around them, and there was this assembly we had to attend. I also suffered the added complication that I had a deep clean gash in my right foot in the dream that extended from above my ankle on the front of my foot to the top of my foot. (This probably came from the fact that last week my biology teacher showed our class a video of a surgery he had preformed on a woman's foot, and from the fact that in The Good, Good Pig the title character accidently gashed someone with his sharp tusk.)
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Sept 16, 2008 8:04:51 GMT -5
I had a dream that I fell from a bridge that was either 20 or 100 feet above the river (it kept changing) and Kay had to give me resuscitation.
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Post by Schmergo on Sept 16, 2008 13:45:20 GMT -5
Doesn't sound like such a bad dream... ^_^
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Post by Remora on Sept 17, 2008 13:29:27 GMT -5
Last night, I had a dream so crazy that while I was having it, I was wondering if it was real or not. That's never happened to me before.
It started out with my dad saying we--him, my mom and I--were going to be taking a 100 mile hike along I-15. (The major interstate through Utah.) Anyway, after a while on the hike, we ended up in the town of Beaver, Utah, which is two hours driving from where I live, but somehow we made it in only three hours walking. And the second we were going to go sit down in the McDonalds just off the freeway, we magically teleported to Las Vegas.
We were in the Rio hotel, which has the best buffet--or at least it used to--so I suggested we go, but my mom said we would eat granola bars and Goldfish Crackers in the car on the way home, instead.
When we got home, somehow it was this morning, and I had to go to school. (This is the part where the dream-me started realizing it wasn't real, because in real life, today's parent-teacher conferences, so it's short, and in the dream it was a normal length.) When I got to school, my schedule was really messed up, and my English classroom looked like the one I had last year, and it was the same class I had last year, but it also had my friends from this year in it. This kid that's gotten on my nerves since fifth grade decided he wanted to buy my sanity for a nickel, so I agreed. My "sanity" was a jar of Cream of Tartar.
After that one period, it was lunch, so my friends and I all went to our lockers. But I couldn't open mine, so one of my guy friends gave me a key that someone in the office had given him for his birthday. I opened it and this girl fell out. She said, "They got me!"
So my guy friend that I like said, "Who got you?"
"The French foreign exchange students!" (Note: We've been getting a whole bunch of foreign exchange students at my school lately. Some of which--a few Japanese ones--are staying with the friend who said "Who got you?")
We all shrugged, and then a few of us went up to chess club. Well, three of us to be exact. (The guy with the Japanese exhchange students, another guy and me.) When we got up to the room it's normally in, the advisor wasn't there, and these two guys wearing berets were. So we sat down and I started playing the guy without Japanese exchange students, and the guy with them just sat there until this girl came in and started playing. (She was the German exhange student.) Anyway, the two people with berets started talking in French, so the German girl started speaking German, and the guy across from her speaks German, too, so I looked at the guy across from me and shrugged, because we had no idea what anyone was saying. Since he wanted to go along with the whole "speak a foreign language" thing, he started speaking Spanish--he's hispanic--and I did, too. Then the teacher came in with the police and grabbed the kids with berets, saying, "Arrest them!"
That's when my alarm rang, too.
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Sept 17, 2008 14:07:13 GMT -5
I immediately thought of Carpe Jugulum when I read E. R. Donnegale's post.
I also had this weird dream, I think it was yesterday morning, where my biology teacher was being sarcastic (though not necessarily in a bad way...) and he gave us exams on vocabulary and permutations(I'm thinking this is the right word--like if you have 3 different entrees and 2 sides, how many different combinations can you make. The only thing this remotely resembles in biology is Mendelevian(sp?) genetics and those are a long way off). I somehow managed to answer 0 as the number of combinations you could make with 3 and 2, when I meant 6, so that was scored wrong. Then this boy (the one that talked to me on the first day of school; I've continued being friendly with him, but I don't have a crush on him) asked me out or at least asked me to do something after school with him and I kept wanting to ask him what we were going to do and then I was up against this wire mesh fence and I was having some sort of difficulty getting over or through it or somethin'. The dream kind of skips around.. the next thing that may have happened was me and this girl in my class were sitting at this large rectangular lunch table (a little like the ones we had last year, but larger) and we were the only ones. She was sitting about 2/3 up the left side from where I was sitting, and I was sitting about 2/3 to 9/10s of the way down my side of the table. There were some miscellaneous people around. We were both listening to music on little radio like things (you know, dinky little radios like you might get as a prize for summer reading programs), and hers was very like mine but round. She seemed to take this battery cover like thing off and then everyone could hear what she was listening to--apparently Viva la Vida (I've never even heard the whole song...). The other part of the dream was that I was standing with the people from my old school who continued on in this kind of transparent imaginary room in the stairwell and I could see my old teacher and J(from my old school-boy that I was getting to be friends with...) or somebody was telling me that they didn't like her.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Sept 18, 2008 8:46:26 GMT -5
The Carpe Jugulum...is it a good thing? Doesn't sound like such a bad dream... ^_^ It wasn't...When I told him about it, Kay made his kind of funny snorting/coughing/laughing sort of noise like he does when we're studying reproduction in biology.
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Sept 19, 2008 14:31:50 GMT -5
*shrugs* It just reminded me of the witch Agnes (Perdita) Nitt falling/floating/flying/ flitting down through Lancre River Gorge with Vlad Magpyre the vampire. Possibly because I looked at this picture of Tealin's. (Really weird and random stuff: The only result when googling "tealin's agnes and vlad picture" without the quotes was something about J.K. Rowling. I just thought that someone on Ravelry was requesting a pattern for a beaded chicken because I misread Beaded choker.) I had this weird dream the other night involving profanity appearing in a small town newspaper probably because I was in the grocery store and couldn't help reading this guy's and his daughter's (presumably) shirts which were printed with a tongue-twister intended to produce profanity. Then I was at school and I couldn't take English class because for some reason I had to take physical science with eight graders (?!).
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Sept 20, 2008 9:01:03 GMT -5
Oooh, that looks like fun! Last night, we saw Doctor Who and there was resuscitation in that and Kay made the noise again.
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