Dream Post 5: Pickle factory?

I swear, they get weirder and weirder.

I was in a square that looked like Stars Hollow (from Gilmore Girls) but it was Boston or somewhere simliar. I was walking and ran into Barb, my coworker. She and I walked for a bit, and chatted, ending up in a video store. The video store was having a wicked sale on Disney movies, and I was very excited because Disney movies go back into the vault, which is stupid, and I wanted to get any ones I had missed. But as Barb and I looked, we realized that all the videos they had were Little Mermaid, which we both already owned. So we left, singing the tunes of Little Mermaid, and I picked her up and carried her (piggy back style) to my dorm (the LB, as we called it.) It was a different building, looked much older, but it WAS the LB. Anyways, so we were going in, but there was a really long line to sign in, because apparently it was the first weekend of school and everyone had guests. So I went up to the check in counter, where Jeff was sitting reading a magazine. I yelled at him, because he should have been helping the other person checking people in, and then I skipped the line because I was a RA. So then Barb and I were joined by Cor, one of my friends from NOT college. She and I and Barb got into this elevator that probably could have held 20 people but was more of a room–with its own bathroom off to one side. A bathroom. In the elevator. So we rode the elevator to the third floor, but apparently I had pushed the wrong floor button, so when the doors opened we were overlooking a pickle factory. Like, a big room flooded with pickle juice and pickles floating on the top. To the right hand side of the floor there was another building within the bigger factory building, and you could see a library inside. It must have been where Cor’s room actually was, so we were aiming for there. But suddenly Cor was on a pulley system with me, and I had to try to swing her back into the elevator. We tried for a bit, but I wasn’t paying that much attention and I was eating something, so she got annoyed and swung herself up to a beam above the elevator. Once there, my high school choir teacher whisked her away with promise of getting her to the correct room. Then Barb and I were back in the elevator. And we woke up.

WHAT?! I am weird.

Things: 1. Jeff had mentioned to me how he hates when cashiers don’t jump in to help check out people when grocery stores are busy. 2. Cor mentioned she wanted to go rock climbing, AND she hates pickles…

That’s all I got.

Dream Post 4: A fake proposal, a postponed wedding?

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I have had two weird dreams this weekend.

1:

I was on the beach with Jeff, and we were on vacation. He was talking about how much he loved me, and then got down on one knee to propose. I was about to say yes, when he says: “JUST KIDDING!” I was very upset, and he was like, “I can’t believe you didn’t realize I was joking. Look how ugly the ring is! I would never give you such an ugly ring.” And I looked down, and it WAS ugly. But, not funny.

2:

I was at a church, waiting to get married to Jeff. I was with Nikita, my sister, and she and I were getting ready, and I realized I had forgotten to ask Jeff whether or not it was OK that we were getting married at a Catholic church. So I had someone go ask him, and he said, “sure.” My dress was long sleeved, and terrible, but I was excited, anyways. THEN I realized I had forgotten to tell my BFF, Lauren, that I was getting married. And so I call her up to tell her, and she is VERY ANGRY and tells me she can’t believe that I would not tell her. So we had to postpone the wedding.

Influences on the dreams? Could be watching the Godfather last night (hence ugly dress) or it could just be I’m crazy.

Dream Post: 3 (Ballroom dancing and a funeral.)

This dream was the night before last.

I am at a funeral with my coworkers R, B, and EL. I am not sure who it is for, but we’re all sad. Then, we were in a big hall, still at the funeral, and my coworker R was like, “Jennie, we need to ballroom dance.” So we start dancing, only I don’t know the steps, and I am messing up, and I am a bad partner. And he is like, “It’s ok, let me lead.” So then I am dancing and dancing, and I wake up, and think, that was weird. But I am at work, so I said, “Ry, I had this dream, and you were there, and we were at a funeral, and we were…” and R says, “Ballroom dancing?” And starts dancing with me…

Then I woke up.

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Dream Post: 2

I had another weird dream, before that other dream, but I wanted to post it so I don’t forget.

I was with my friends, and we were in my house (my parent’s house) and we were hanging out, and my dad told me my parents were getting divorced. So APPARENTLY that meant that we had to go to Florida, where my dad was moving. My dad was like, let’s go visit Florida, oh, wait, we’re staying. So then we’re in Florida, and I am really upset because I don’t have any of my stuff, so I decide I needed to leave. So I start walking, and call my friend Lauren who is going to drive me to the airport. Well, she was with her friend K, and her baby, and so I start walking and come to a HUGE bridge. And the only pedestrian way to get across the bridge is to crawl through one of those kids tunnels that look like:

tunnelBut the bridge is like a mile across. So I am crawling through the tunnel, but about 3/4 of the way across, I realize that the pedestrian bridge does not connect to the airport bridge, so I go to turn around. At this point, Lauren calls and says she’s headed to the bridge. So I turn around, and the bridge turns into a slide-ish ride, and so I am sliding to the beginning, and there are all these people in the tunnel, and each person has a sign around their neck. The signs have dog breed written on them, and each person falls according to how big or small their dog is. Apparently it was a science experiment. So the tunnels are twisty and turny, and I am sliding but the whole structure is also bouncy, like a moon-bounce. So I am passing all these people-representing-dogs, and they are all bouncing everywhere. Finally, I get to the beginning of the tunnel and I am met by Lauren in her car, but I know I am not going to make the plane, and she does too. So we walk over to K’s car, where baby and her are hanging out.

Then I woke up.

This was 2 nights BEFORE the plane-crashing dream.

Dream Post: 1

I’ve been having these dreams that are kind of crazy, and so I’ve decided to start keeping track of them. Here goes.

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Last night, I had a dream:

I was in my house (like my parent’s house) and there was a plane flying very low over the house. It came in for a crash landing in our backyard, and in the distance the highway appeared (even though there is no highway in our backyard.) I felt nervous, but the plane landed OK, so I was hopeful that the person was OK. I went out to the backyard, with my phone so I could call 911. So then, this old deranged man gets out of the plane, and starts shooting at my brother and I with a gun that shoots like a machine gun but is more like a rifle. (I obviously don’t know that much about guns.) So I freak out and start dodging behind trees. My parents come out and they are also dodging bullets, and I am trying to talk to 911, but they are not picking up, and also when they DO pick up, they are in India–because the calls are being outsourced. So I am like, “OK well can I talk to someone in the US?” and then I get disconnected. Meanwhile, night falls and my dad has locked the deranged old man in the computer room behind a table. I am still ON HOLD with 911, and when I finally get through to someone, magically there is a party raging at my house. (Like, what?) And so I am yelling that I am trying to get an ambulance out to my house to get this man (apparently he needed an ambulance) and they ambulance gets lost on the way out, so 911 and I are trying to map where the ambulance is. Then, the road in front of my house turns into a four-lane BUSY road (it is only two lanes, and NEVER busy) and the ambulance starts doing turns and doughnuts to get to my house, like they are having fun and don’t care that I need them to get this man. Meanwhile, this man wakes up, and is trying to get out from under the table. And the party is still raging on, and my parents are NOT concerned.

Then I woke up. WHAT?! And this isn’t even as weird as the time I had a dream regarding people who were representing different species of dogs.

Where does this come from? I think the following items contributed to the dream:

1. Jeff got his car stuck in the sand this weekend at the beach, and we had to call AAA to tow it, and I had no service on my phone while I was trying to call him. Meanwhile, every time I called I got put through to Michigan, where my cell phone’s number is from, instead of California, where we live.

2. I was reading “The World is Flat” by Thomas Friedman last night, which starts in India and discusses outsourcing.

3. I saw Slumdog Millionaire this weekend, which was set in India.

4. I called 911 this week when I saw a motorcycle accident, and I was put on hold.

5. I watched the tail end of The Matrix the other day.

6. The airplane crash into the Hudson river last week.

So great, I have a reason for parts of THIS dream. Hopefully the rest of them are that clear….