bitesizedbiology asked: "... so don't read to much into them." really? really?! grammar nerd fail.
DAAAAAANG IT Oh man….
EDIT: I fixed it :P
DAAAAAANG IT Oh man….
EDIT: I fixed it :P
I’m a bit sad that I don’t remember more of the details from this dream (because the one detail I *do* remember is a bit boring). But the gist of it was that I was part of some covert team that was planning on overthrowing the fire nation (a la Avatar: The Last Airbender). I think there was a lot of stuff going on, but I honestly can’t remember who else was on the team or what our plan was. What I can remember is that I was some sort of character equivalent of Prince Zuko (complete with scar) and that the actual fire lord, Zuko’s father, had been displaced by some other guy who I only remember as reminding me of the weenie brother from Blue Exorcist (the one with all the moles and glasses). So I felt kinda bad for the old fire lord. But as part of the royal family, my infiltration plan just involved going home and chillin’ with the fams. So I’m meandering around the home of the fire lord (which at this point just looks like my parents’ house with a dingy, industrial red-and-metal-fire-nation paint job). I head to the kitchen and the ex-fire lord walks in. All of a sudden I remember a time when I was supposed to bow to him but didn’t. I felt bad for the guy and wanted to make him feel better about losing the throne, so I did that cool little fire nation bow and said “I owe you at least this much” (in a sexy Prince Zuko voice, of course). And then he got all pleased and was all “It’s good to see that some of the younger generation still understands how to respect its elders” or something along those lines. And then I woke up…
I also had a couple of less interesting dreams: one involved my perpetual struggle with dream spiders. I’m usually cool with spiders, but in my dreams, they tend to be EVERYWHERE and all up in my business. So this time, there were a bunch of smaller ones in my room and about three gigantic black widows in the garage. It turns out that they weren’t actually black widows though, but it was still freaky. The other dream involved my owning a pretty cool fish tank complete with live plants and octopuses. I basically just sat and did boring fish-tank-hobbyist stuff for the whole dream, though.
I had a bunch of dreams tonight, but the coolest one was Skyrim-related. I don’t remember why I was there, but I was infiltrating a Falmer base (it was kinda like a resort or something). For those not in the know, the Falmer are these creepy, bloodthirsty, eyeless elves. So I end up just sneaking around the whole time under some bleachers and such, watching the Falmer kill everything that isn’t a Falmer. Eventually I sneak my way to their shower. And then I use it. It was a normal shower and I apparently didn’t want to use my own shower. I actually did this a couple of times until one time I got to the shower and it was full of cleaning products. Turns out they had a human cleaning lady and she was doing her job. She managed to talk the Falmer off and I managed to sneak off in time, but man, I missed out on my shower D: And I guess just to throw it into perspective, when I left for the last time, the Falmer were surrounding some other monster and shooting it with ridiculous amounts of arrows. It was craaaazy.
I had a few other small dreams too, though. One of them involved studying for finals week. I was getting food with my roommate, and then I got food and walked it back through a city that was completely different than where I actually go to school except for the fact that there was a lot of good food and I had to walk back up a hill to get to my apartment. But at one point I had to walk through this Tex-Mex restaurant. It was raining and business was slow, and apparently the kid working there got bored and decided to just make a bunch of dishes ahead of time. I dunno why, but in my head they were all called “Tostidos” or something, but they were basically just fried corn tortillas with salsa and stuff on them, all laid out on plastic trays and scattered all over the restaurant. Maneuvering through them was tricky. I made it through, though, and got to my apartment. My roommates were asking me why I wanted to play the new Wii game we had and telling me that they couldn’t because they had to study. I told them I wasn’t being serious about playing. I probably was, though.
I also had a small FOREVER ALONE-type dream in which I started dating an old crush of mine. I should probably get over that : /
First one in a while, too. It involved a family outing with some family friends. I don’t really remember where we went, what we did, or why, but the important part happened on the way back. We stopped partway at some kind of station, like a cross between a subway station and an airport. There were these two girls there from random local universities that I hadn’t heard of and they were… well, let’s just say that they weren’t my type. But they didn’t feel the same way. They started to hit on me in creepier and creepier ways. It eventually led to me getting stalked by one of them. It was pretty uncomfortable, to say the least, but it wasn’t the terrifying part.
The terrifying part was a random transition to an actual fictional stalker: Gasai Yuno from Mirai Nikki. In summary: she’s a crazy stalker girl person who is violently devoted to the protagonist of the series. For whatever reason, she was hacking at the protagonist’s back with a knife or a cleaver or something and essentially stripping the flesh off of it. Then, after exposing the bloody mess, she would cover it with nori, i.e. the salty dried seaweed stuff. It was grody. GRODY.
The details are quickly fading, but I’ll type what I an remember while it’s fresh:
I was playing some sort of hide-and-seek-ish game in this big industrial library. Then Obama and some other person (a woman - secretary or something like that) found out and tried to stop my friends and I. The funny thing is that when they caught me, they seduced me. Being seduced by president Obama is an… interesting experience, to say the least. I’ll leave that one up to your imagination, although suffice to say it was much more of a charisma-bomb seduction than an actual taking-clothes-off or touching-inappropriate-places seduction.The secretary was doing a better job with those type ones. BUT LET ME TELL YOU I AM NOT A SELLOUT. I convinced them that their seduction worked, but then I went to free my friend who was also captured. And yeah. I got out and was randomly with a different friend. And then we were talking about my old high school jazz band and the music program and who the good kids were and about how now you have to pay $50 to be in it, etcetc.
OK, so all in all my dream last night was pretty lamesauce. It involved my parents driving me somewhere and me forgetting to bring stuff and making us all late and such. BUT THE RANDOM SIDE EVENT. OH MAN. So I was hectically running through the house and doing all of the random things that one does when late: searching for random crap you don’t really need to bring but kind of want to, going to the bathroom, etc etc, but the whole time there was a dragon. In the sky. Well, fine, it was technically a dragon-shaped cloud, but it was breathing lightning and roaring and stuff. And what’s more, it was being chased by a unicorn cloud that was firing icicles at the dragon cloud out of its horn. So basically it was like Skyrim but with fluffy clouds and unicorns instead of Dovahkiin (look it up). I think there was another cloud, too, maybe shaped like a knight. It was also shooting the dragon with icicles. I kinda felt bad for the dragon ‘cause it wasn’t really fighting back, but the whole thing was pretty awesome, especially given the mundane things I was doing.
The best part is that I don’t remember if I ever showed up to where we were supposed to be going. So I wasn’t technically late, right? Yeah. Dragons solve all the problems.
Mmmmm, the pretentious dating system is back.
So I had a couple of dreams last night (or more like this morning ‘cause I went to bed super-late/early and got up super midday), and I don’t remember all the details. They both involved cars, though, so here goes:
The first one was about Spike from Cowboy Bebop. He was racing things, but these things weren’t spaceships. Instead, they were cars. And it was on some jenky junkyard-type Hotwheels racetrack thing. I think he and Jet had some conversations and stuff, I don’t remember what they were saying, etc. etc. I think it’s like action movies: you never remember the exposition and character development because they really aren’t as cool as the action stuff (or because they’re really just that bad). In this case the racing was pretty freaky. I don’t remember who won or anything, just that Spike was racing so hard that the entire bottom half of his car/buggy/whatever ended up wearing down so that his feet were hitting the track. I don’t even know how that’s supposed to work, but I guess that means he didn’t win. Poor Spike. You’ll get ‘em next time D:
The second one involved some shenanigans with a couple of old high school acquaintances. We were going somewhere on some type of highway. Someone asked the driver to do something, and so he ended up doing it without stopping the car. The were curves in the road and he was making them without looking, and I think at some point I thought to myself “man, this guy is pretty good, I guess I shouldn’t worry about it.” And then he drove off the side of the road. We half-rolled half-flew into a small parking area outside of a line of stores. We also confused the hell out of some shoppers.
And that’s all I remember. Hopefully I’ll see a part 2 to that Spike Team Racing dream. I wanna know who wins…
Naptime means dreamtime. I had a Taekwondo promotional test this morning, but it was at 9 AM, so I was sleepy afterward. Hence the naptime. And then guess what I dreamed about? Taekwondo! Mmmm, consistent. It was actually pretty mundane, except that this guy was in my class who isn’t normally in my class. REAL LIFE BACKSTORY: This guy had just stopped by to give me back my kitchen scale, which he had borrowed yesterday for a project he was doing. The catch? He dropped it. On the sidewalk. I don’t even know how that happens. But seriously? Don’t drop other people’s electronics on the sidewalk. That’s just careless, even for an accident.
So maybe the Taekwondo part in my dream was saying something subconscious about me wanting to kick this guy’s ass…
This dream was actually pretty friggin’ sweet. Basically, Hawaii erupted. And when I say erupted, I mean, like… the serious-business-magical-fire-geyser kind of erupted. I was watching it from my parents’ house, and you can’t see the beach from my parents’ house. But anyway…
To start, I had been talking to my friend’s parents who used to live in Hawaii, and they mentioned that they were visiting CA because Hawaii was “going to blow any day now” or something. And then that weekend, it blew. Super-blew. There was a huge explosion and I look out the window and there’s a pillar of fire. I vaguely recall seeing a bunch of news footage or something (maybe I was flying with the helicopters in that dream-like sense or something?). But then there was the shock wave. There was a huge cloud of ash coming in quickly. So like a good member of the household, I made sure to close all of the windows. I barely made it in time. It was the most intense window-closing I have ever done. But yeah, the shock wave blew over (which isn’t really doing it justice, it was pretty majestic) and then I just spent the rest of the dream watching news coverage about relief efforts and staring at the crazy fire-pillar volcano out the window.
So I was walking down on the main street roundabouts where I live, and there was a new bakery that just opened. I remember it being full of Chinese people like an Asian bakery, but all of the pastries looked more American or French than Chinese. You know, more like the kinds of pastries that they pack into cardboard boxes and that have that sort of rustic, often unpolished look to them. In my experience, Asian pastries have always looked way prettier and been way more individually-wrapped-in-plastic. But anyway, there was this white cardboard box-of-pastries table toward the front of the store. I didn’t look in any of the boxes, but somehow I wanted all of them. The only problem? $29. $29! Apparently I can’t buy nice things for myself even when I’m dreaming.
Other fun facts about the store: they sold chocolate in bulk, but it was only those Ghirardelli chocolate squares. My snobby dream-self elected not to buy them because I only buy those little disc-shaped chocolate things in bulk. And Ghirardelli? Pshaw. Guittard plz, kthnx. Oh, and this store also had a lot of coffee. A lot. I think I smelled my hands when I left and they smelled like coffee. I dunno how smelling works in dreams or why I remember smelling coffee when I had none around me when I woke up, but that’s what I remember.
So after not shelling out $29 to check out that sweet box of pastries, I decided I should support the store and buy a bag of ground coffee. It had a sweet-ass name that started with an “h,” but I just can’t remember what it actually was… “hard-ass?”… But I forgot that you need to pay for things like coffee and I started leaving the store without paying. But then I realized what I was doing, felt bad, and put the coffee back. Then I left without buying anything.
Why do I have financial self-control only when I need it the least?