If a dream is a wish your heart makes... my heart wants strange things.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Another Day, Another Pink Slip

The dream starts with me getting a call from Joe, my supervisor for Monument- which is the company that has me posted at B&N. Anyway I get a call from him telling me that I need to go in early and that I have new job duties. B&N has bought and is going to open a donut shop that is across the street. I am supposed to get the place open, also I am supposed to take a shower there. Only in dreams does something like that make sense.

Well, I get there and I don't have the keys, or any way to do any of the things I need to do. Strangely not being able to open the door does nothing to prevent anyone from entering or leaving the place, but it isn't 'open' because it is still locked. This is where my dream gets a little hazy. A bunch of stuff happens, but I really can't remember what...

I remember the shower I was supposed to use, a huge glass room that was hidden from the street but clearly visible to anyone in the building. I can't use the shower for some reason, maybe it is locked too. I take a partial shower at B&N, enough to get wet but not enough to soap up. I don't get dressed all the way, I don't want to put on my uniform before being able to clean up, so I'm just wearing my back turtle neck. Strangely I never feel naked at any point in the dream. Also as a side note, the uniform I am trying to wear in my dream is NOT the uniform I wear at B&N but my night job uniform. That's just kinda funny to me.

People start coming in the donut shop before I've been able to get anything done. One of the guys that works at the cafe is at the counter (a real guy who really works at the cafe, but he is new and I don't even know his name), but he can't ring anybody up because he doesn't have a cash drawer and I haven't brought any merchandise out. I still want to take that shower, even though there are people in the building now that would be able to clearly see me. I am concerned about being watched, but not because of any nudity, but because I think that people watching me tuck in my shirt and buckle my belt would make me look unprofessional.

So I have pretty much failed to do everything I was supposed to do. This is when Julie comes in. Julie is the lead manager at B&N. She fires me. Hands me my last paycheck and everything. Dream-Julie looked nothing like her real-life counter part interestingly. Also real-life Julie is not my boss, does not pay me and as no authority to fire me (I guess she could cancel the account with my employers or simply demand I be replaced, but she can't outright fire me herself). I know that any one of the things I've done wrong would not have been enough to fire me, so I ask what the final straw was, she looked like she was going to tell me but I never got that answer.

But it's not done yet! I get to talk to Joe in his office. I have never meet Joe in person and his office, if he has one, would be in LA. He is going to try and find somewhere else to send me. I find this very gratifying and a great big relief. Even though I got the company in trouble with B&N they are going to stand behind me and help me find more work. =)

And then I wake up.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Best Laid Plans

This one is... odd. I think I was a goblin? Maybe? There was a bar... thing... and I was stealing stuff, mostly food and candy from the place. The owners sorta know I'm doing it but there are a bunch of strange things going on at the same time.

Anyway, the bar is in a house that I live in and it is run by the family that I am part of. Kinda. I think that I am less of a goblin and more of a parasite that is controlling the goblin. I think. I stick the stolen goods in my closet where they are well hidden! 8D And jump into bed to pretend to be asleep so when the other goblins come to check see if I've been stealing stuff, they will see that I couldn't have! Because I was asleep! 8D

So people in my dreams are stupid.

And black and white.

And I get the impression that this whole thing was some sort of flashback.

Anyway I wouldn't bother typing all this up given how little I remember and understand, but there was one bit near the end that seemed kinda important. I was in bed in my room (which matches my real room) when I woke up. I was annoyed because I wanted to know what else happened in the dream, but I should probably just get up because it's late. Then I wake up.

Yes, I wake up again.

I know I've woken up twice because my real room is different from from my room in the dream. It's cleaner for one (it would kinda have to be), darker, and I'm laying on top of the covers in my dream (because I was pretending to be asleep and all) when I'm really under the covers. Ooooo~

Friday, June 4, 2010

Black Devil Doll From Hell

From my dream log, 4/09
This Dream Was: Non Interactive, Movie

I am like a ghost in the room in that I am aware of my physical presence in the room, but I cannot interact with anything and nothing can interact with me. Except for Woodson, who is a 'ghost' with me.

We are in a room where two children are being posed for post-mortem photography, a brother and sister. I know that while the children while alive the brother was older but now that they are dead the brother is younger. The girl was killed with an ax, I don't know how the brother died.

They are both Cabbage Patch dolls. And not just normal dolls, these are dolls from hell. Their eyes are blue-white with tiny dark veins, they don't have lips just horrible grinning teeth. They are also black, I don't know if there is a relevance to this but I don't think there is.

The children/ dolls are being rotated on the stools for their pictures. This will some how create a moving optical illusion, even though the time period of the dream is about the same as when post-mortem pictures were really being taken. I find the moving of the children really upsetting and I wish that they would stop.

Then the dolls wake up. First the daughter wakes up, it takes her a moment to figure out what is happening to her. I really, really want to leave but I can't move. Once the daughter figures out she is an undead doll she flips right the fuck out and attacks. Around this time the son starts to wake up as well. At first I am confused by this (I don't know why I'm confused) but Woodson explains that the son was woken up by the father freaking out over the daughter. I can't hear what anybody is saying, but I can hear sound effects and background music.

Both children try to murder the parents.

There is a scene transition to the hallway outside the room, the daughter is charging at me with the ax and I am moving backwards but the movement is closer to a camera pulling back than a person running away (and backwards). This is really scary because I somehow have the idea that she shouldn't be able to see me. From out of frame the mother bursts out and kills the daughter. This is somehow a reveal (once again, like a movie) that the mother is really evil. She laughs and gives a speech I can't hear.

I wake up. This dream scared me more than any dream I've had in recent memory.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Where is Indiana Jones When You Need Him?

This Dream Was: Non-Interactive Movie

There is a dig site, I think it is in a forest. There is a man and a woman, and they are digging up fairy artifacts. Fairy is another world that you have to use magic to travel to, but at one time they lived on this world too. The woman lives, lived or travels between this world and fairy a lot- she might be a fairy princess. She likes finding the artifacts, but it is also her job to make sure that humans don't get to keep or learning anything interesting. There was one brief flash of the woman in fairy, but I don't remember it well and it only happened once.

The man and woman find a stone figurine of a female and a hollowed out stone with groves on it and an opening at one end. The two storta fit together. The woman knows that they hold messages, and that magic is needed to put the two pieces together right. She is talking to man, telling him the history and cultural thoughts behind the designs of the find even though she is going to have to make it disappear. "It wasn't a real message unless it came from between [the female figure]'s thighs." And I can't explain that quote, the stone figurine does not hold the other stone between her legs, the base of the figurine fits into the opening of the other stone like a cork.

He wants to do something but she disappears with the artifact while he is not looking. However, she is not taking it away. The scene cuts to a lab that is poorly lit and possibly underground, but has all kinds of huge 'science' machines, like lasers bigger than people aimed at petri dishes. The woman has taken/ cut/ broken apart the stone figurine and found tiny flakes of something she called 'flack' (?????). The stone pieces and the flack flakes are in a petri dish and covered with blueish glue that has harden into a solid seal a little softer than wax, with the texture of a very plastic-y wax.

The man was mad at her for disappearing (even though he found her quick) and tells her that they are supposed to be working together, and he also goes on to bitch about how hard it was to set this (the lab? the dig? the funding?) up and that he knew she would be a pain to work with. There were problems with them not having everything they needed and his patience had run out before they had even gotten to the site. She responds by pointing out that she had come to the lab to research. She claimed that she wasn't some business "executive throwing a hissy fit, [she] was doing work". She then shows him the flack under the blue stuff and sets the petri dish on a laser... for science! The laser sucks a whole mess of power from whatever grid they are working off of and the lights flicker.

While the lights are flickering and before the laser finishes... whatever its doing, armed men burst in the room. The woman is not scared because she can use fairy magic to get out of this, but doesn't know how to do so without revealing that she has fairy magic, so she plans to wait for a good opportunity. At first the man is not really upset either, he assures the woman that he can fix this and starts talking to them in French (he is French, the woman is Fay/American) even though the men aren't shouting in French to each other. From behind the soldiers comes their leader, who greats the man in French but continues with speaking in English. "Bonjour, man, how's it going?" He talks and acts like the stoner-party cop from Cabin Fever. The man is not happy to see this guy and turns towards the woman as they are being shoved into the back of a truck (that is inside the lab somehow) that he can't fix this after all. Then I wake up.

Even In My Dreams I Don't Get Any

From my dream log, 12/09.
This Dream Was: Fully Interactive

Well, this was mostly a sex dream which a few of my friends convinced me to post.

I was living in Vegas and there was some sort of high-school reunion. There was a girl there that I didn't remember, She had black hair that mostly hung down in front of her face. I sat down next to her and we started talking and she started sucking on my fingers. I proposition her and she declines, but assures me that she is a card carrying lesbian and kisses me. We start making out.

For some reason everybody leaves (what might have been a restaurant) and we all get on a roller coaster or ferris wheel. The girl sits between my legs facing me (unsafe!). I wrap my legs around her torso and she starts kissing my neck. I hold onto the sides of the cart so we don't fall out. I know it is a bad idea to do this in public, but it feels good so I don't care. I try and open my eyes to see who can see us, but it is all a blur because we are moving to fast, so I close my eyes again. I am grinding against her but I remember that she didn't want to have sex and I feel bad so I stop before I finish.

Damn it.

When the reunion is over she heads back to So Cal. I plan to call her but I don't know her name or phone number (which might have been good to ask before dry humping her, but I guess that's not how I roll in my dreams). I don't want her to know I don't know (because it makes me kind of an asshole), so I plan to ask Adora. I know that the dry humping on the coaster upset some people. Ms Garent in particular and the people in the cart behind us. I never got her number before I woke up.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Seek and Find: The House on Haunted Hill

From my dream log, 11/09.
This Dream Was: Fully Interactive

So I am in a haunted house right out of a hidden object game. Random shit every where. I am in a bedroom with a playhouse on one side of the room and a door on the other. The playhouse is a huge primary-colored plastic monstrosity that is child sized. A giant Shelob-sized spider pops out of the playhouse and kills me. The dream 'resets' and I really am playing a game. I try to leave the room again, the spider comes out and I drive it back into the playhouse and put a chair under the door handle, but that doesn't work. The spider breaks out and I try to run but I know I won't make it. I see my 'death' from 3rd person. The player-character is Anna from 'V' (played by Morena Baccarin) I am really angry because this should have worked. Also, I know I am going to die so I say 'fuck it' Anna kisses the spider and turns into a monster. I know this is a major plot point in the game and I am a little sad that it was revealed early, I think that it is bad game design that I was able to get the game to show me this to soon.

I can't get passed the damn spider, I know I am going to have to look this up on gamefaqs, even thought I am compelety 'in' the game (I'm not dreaming that I am sitting at a computer while playing, I am inside the playercharacter when I'm not dying.) I know that at any time I can 'pull out' and look at the name of the game (which I can't remember) on the Window's start bar, and open gamefaqs. But I don't want to give up yet, so I turn around a see a closet. I decide to get dressed. I find a blue dress that only goes down to my ass, but I can't find anything else to wear. It's all to big, I figure the clothing must be Whitney's (my real life roommate at the time).

I head into the bathroom. I have to pee, but there are tiny white nat flies land on me and I don't want to use the bathroom while they are there. The place is just filthy and gross and I want to clean it before I use it. I find the source of the flies is a StarWars toy. It is a hard plastic landscape that should have moving parts and a handful of tiny action figures, all of which are lost except for a Yoda that is fixed in place. There is a pool of standing water in it. I pick it up to pour out the water in the tub. There is a closed shower curtain, I think there is something bad behind it, but when I work up the courage to look the tub is empty.

I wake up.

And I really have to pee. Gah!