Friday, November 21, 2003
oh the insanity
 
In this dream I seemed to have travelled somewhere far from home to go back to school. I arrived at this building and proceeded to go up to the 16th floor; for some reason this school was contained in one tall building rather than a sprawling campus like most universities/colleges.

When I got out of the elevator I began looking around trying to figure out where I'm supposed to be. I poked my head into one room and saw what appeared to be a doctor of some sort, talking to a rather crazed looking Harrison Ford. Harrison was in the middle of telling the doctor that his name was Peanut Butter (as in, first name Peanut, last name Butter). Clearly he was insane. Just then he sprang out of his seat and took off past me and ran down the hall screaming and laughing in that special way that only crazy people can. I moved on.

As I continued to walk along I came into an area that appeared to be the cafeteria. Alongside that area was a large open area that looked like it was once a dance floor, but furniture had been placed all around instead. It was sort of dark, and lit with blue light. There were these comfortable looking blue chairs, LOTS of them, all set up *almost* in rows, but not quite that organized, and all facing in the same direction. And there was this fog/mist swirling all around them and hovering just above the floor, much like you get on a dance floor with dry ice. It was all pretty weird coz there was no one sitting in any of the chairs, and no one in line at the cafeteria.

I walked on a bit more and ran into a girl I once knew in grade school (which is weird coz I haven't seen her in over a decade, so I dunno why she'd pop up in a dream now). She started talking to me about my classes and how to get around and stuff, and I started to feel a bit better. I said goodbye and continued down the hall to where she told me the dorm rooms were.

Now I meet up with an old best friend of mine, with whom I would apparently be sharing a room with. Though we were once close we had had a falling out, and now we were both not looking forward to the tension we would have to live with or overcome. She showed me where to settle in and put my stuff, and I asked where I could take a shower. Just then Peanut Butter comes running into the room and ducks behind a bed. A doctor looks in a moment later, obviously in pusuit and looking for him, but gives up when he only sees my friend and I, and moves on. Peanut Butter pokes his head up, glances around, and takes off again.
I woke up.



Thursday, November 20, 2003
bow down
 
In this dream there seemed to be some kind of large charity event. It was taking place on a baseball diamond, with a game of baseball in progress, and other side activities going on around the outskirts of the field.
It appeared that I was part of the organization that was running the event, and I was on walkie talkies with others who were situated throughout the event. We seemed to be very concerned with security for some reason, though I couldn't tell you why.

At one point I had radioed to another gentleman that there was someone in the woods on the other side of the fields, and asked him to go check it out, it seemed suspicious. I watched as the other guard approached the suspicious man, with a large gun (a rifle or shotgun of some sort) drawn and aimed at him. You could see that he was trying to negotiate with the man and seemed very distressed that the man wasn't complying. Finally, looking very upset about having to do it, the man shot the suspect a couple of times.

I ran over to see what was going on. As I got closer I saw the shooter hugging the man and what was apparently the man's two young daughters. He kept crying over and over again "why Charlie, why??" as he wrapped his big arms around the dying man, now slumped in his arms, and two little blonde girls, I would guess ages 6 and 8. The two little girls didn't appear to understand what was going on as their father was clearly becoming more glassy eyed and slipping away.

It was a terrible dream, and I'm none too happy to start my day with stuff like that floating around in my head. :-/


Wednesday, November 19, 2003
my dreams are a Friday night drama
 
The dream seemed to revolve around putting a fake cast on one of the cops from the tv show Third Watch. I'm not sure what undercover thing we were aiming for, but we needed to put Cruz in this cast, and we spent ridiculous amounts of time trying to decide on what colour and what product to use. We seemed highly concerned about her being able to get it off later without cutting it off; we wanted it to look like a cast, but not really be one. Should it be white? off white? grey? I'm telling you, no one puts this much thought into a cast. lol.
Also, somewhere along the way we picked up one of Johnny Cash's ex-wives. I'm not sure if she was there to hang out, or offer some sort of supervision, but we seemed grateful she could join us. (I know June Carter died, but didn't he have another?)



Tuesday, November 18, 2003
however will I collect my millions??
 
I had this insane dream in which Russell Crowe and Catherine Zeta-Jones were arguing as to whether or not you could cash your paycheque under your stage name, or if the cheque had to be made out to their real names.
Seriously, I watched them sit and bicker about this.
*shrug*


Monday, November 17, 2003
disjointed dreams
 
I'll tell what I'd like. I'd like people to stop blowing up other people.
Then maybe I wouldn't have to dream about it all the time, and maybe I'd stop getting such a shit night sleep because of it.
Please and thank you.

(and no I'm not going to describe my dreams in which people are blown to bits. if you're that sick that you wanna hear every detail, just use your imagination instead)


Sunday, November 16, 2003
patriotic annoyance
 
So in this dream I was sitting on the subway, and talking rather loudly to my group of friends. I'm not sure why I was talking so loudly and animatedly, but it was starting to get glances from other passengers.
Finally some woman gave an annoyed "shhh!" in an effort to shut me up. I promptly stopped midsentence and leaned forward to get a better look at who had just "shhh-ed" me. As I looked over there was this woman decorated from head to toe with various Canadian flags and maple leaves all over. Maple leaf earrings, Canadian flag shirt, red hat, etc etc..
Basically, she looked ridiculous. Like a walking Canadian souvenir.
I gave a quick laugh when I saw her and said: "Well now, what do we have here? You know....if you had just asked me nicely, I would have shut up. But since you shushed me like an old grandma, it just makes me wanna do it more". She just sort of turned away with a huff and ignored me.

I don't remember what happened after that, but it's weird that I would such a total jerk like that. lol