Waldo's+Dream+Stream

Here lie my dreams. Some frightening, yet all precious.
flat =10/12=

10/29/12
I had a lucky dream last night. I dreamt that I forgot to go to my AP Lit Journal conference this morning. I don't know how I forgot about it, but I did. But the greatest part about having this dream is that now I WON'T forget it!

10/25/12
Last night I had one of the darkest dreams I've ever had, yet I was happy... I was at a concert. I was on stage, watching the concert. There was one singer, a girl, in particular, who was of interest. She was worried, I think. Well, before I knew it, I WAS the girl. For some reason, she felt it necessary to go down to the crowd. The stage was really high up. So, I then being the girl, took over, and had to do that crazy thing, which was to jump off the stage. This stage was REALLY high up. Like four stories high. So I got to the corner of the stage, and looked down, and saw that it was overlooking a road. I saw a semi truck drive by, and it occurred to me as a good place to jump onto, but the semi was gone. Then, I don't know why, but I became content with dying, if it meant getting to the ground. So I just kind picked a spot and jumped. Next thing I knew I had suddenly left my body. I looked at it, and I was dead alright. There was a pair of Dum Dum suckers (I have no clue why; but this contributed to the next part) on the ground next to it. The headlines were already out, and the headlines rhymed because of the situation. It was like I had committed suicide if only to make the rhyming headlines. This amused me, and it seemed to amuse the rest of the world as well. I was happy...

10/4/12
Time for an experiment. Tonight, I will attempt to choose a setting for my dream before I dream it. The setting will be Meijer. Lucidity is possible if I do happen to dream that I'm in Meijer. (It didn't happen... :C) =9/12=

9/25/12
We were dancing. Dancing around pool tables. For ice cream. I have no idea how the dream started. I know at one point one of my friends was talking about a movie or show or something where people were dancing. And my friend was saying the scariest (or most surprising, or alarming (semantics are unclear...)) part of this... viewable work... was the clashing of billiard balls when they were dancing around pool tables. Suddenly I was in the work. I was one of the dancers. We had these odd sticks (like riot sticks, but they were white and covered in gauze or tape or something) with a loop on each end. When we were dancing, we would snag the billiard balls with the loops to make them collide. For some reason, we ran down some stairs after dancing. I was the first down the stairs. We ran through my grandpa’s kitchen (which apparently was the new setting for my dream), and out the door into this hallway type thingy that connects the house with the garage (a true feature of my grandpa’s actual house; sort of like a porch). I was the first and only person out the door, and for an instant wondered where the rest of the dancers were, which just so happened to become my cousins and my sister. For another instant, I wondered if we were going to receive ice cream for our efforts. The dancing must have been a scheme we formulated to get our parents to take us to Dairy Queen (a true unbroken tradition at my grandpa’s, IRL). It didn’t work, apparently, because when I walked through the house again and out the sliding glass door into the backyard (which includes a large concrete patio with a pool in the center), my aunt had in her hand a popsicle that seemed to be vanilla, and was rather clumpy, like cottage cheese. She seemed to be proposing that we eat those popsicles instead of going to Dairy Queen. At another point in the dream, I played with a dog that must have been my grandpa’s. It seemed like [|a black and white sheepdog]. I just threw a ball to it. That was it. At yet another point in the dream, I was still at my grandpa’s, but I was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. I think it was for breakfast because there were a bunch of pizzas in the refrigerator (by a bunch I mean there was a huge stack of full, circular, large pizzas in the refrigerator) (I might also add that the refrigerator was on the wrong side of the kitchen...). I don’t think it was leftover from something I had eaten, but something others in my family had eaten, because I had trouble identifying a pizza that was mine. Maybe I had already eaten it... Not sure... But I found one to eat. And I ate it very quickly. My sister then proposed to eat something else, and I found this to be crazy, as I wasn’t hungry anymore, having eaten a pizza moments before. My dream self is a jerk...

9/24/12
All I remember is looking for a hotel room. My family and I were most definitely in a hotel, and we were most definitely indecisive about which room we wanted. It doesn't make sense, considering you don't normally have the ability to "shop" for a hotel room. They aren't a free-for-all, every man for himself competition... The hallways intersected in the center of the hotel at a sort of open lobby. I was able to identify the hallways by the light they emanated onto the ceiling. The light was either a natural white, as thought it came from a window, or a filtered blue color, as though the windows and lights were covered with a thin blue tissue paper. The last and only hotel room I remember seeing was one with an odd portrait of a man with a banana-like smile. It hung directly outside the door, and was very creepy, which is something I either mentally or orally noted in my dream. The hotel room was on a balcony, overlooking something I could neither see nor identify. I believe there was a chandelier overhead, and the area below was likely carpeted with an elegant pattern of darker colors, as it had a warm glow to it. I also remember wondering why the hallway just outside the room was as wide as the doors, and worried that when the door opened we might hit someone.

The dream most likely came up because I had been reading Harry Potter before bed, and the Dursleys had been searching frantically for a place to stay, away from the letters from Hogwarts.

9/22/12
One of my dreams (or a portion of my dream) involved my playing with dogs in my backyard. One was of course my own, Maggie. But the others were not my own. I do not remember if I was playing with two or three. All I know for sure is that one was a bulldog, and one of the dogs was smaller and more fragile in proportion to the bulldog (may have just been Maggie). I had this feeling that the bulldog was a danger to me and Maggie. Yet it wasn't. It acted normal, like my dog would. But I think the key thing is that I did not provoke it. I also do remember that one of the dogs attempted to escape, as there was a ridiculously massive opening in my neighbor's fence. Now this next dream (a little more vivid and important to me) may have been a continuation of the previous, because I was in the backyard when it began. Through my neighbor's backyard came my aunt, who passed away six years ago to that bastard breast cancer. This was not a dream that was supposed to take place before her death. It was supposed to take place now. My aunt had been resurrected temporarily (for reasons beyond my first person limited point of view) by a song. Yes, a song. Apparently this song triggers something in the dead brain (It said so on the sheet music. I believe "cortex" was used in there somewhere.) that resurrects the person. Anyway, she walked in, and was there. I don't think my dream had decided it was her until she got closer, but it was definitely her. She looked better than she did before her death, which is quite the opposite of what one would assume. For quite awhile all I could do was cry, and look at her. I couldn't believe I was seeing her. I don't believe we did anything special. Just enjoyed her presence. My whole family was there, because I remember having a conversation with my uncle (NOT a widow to the aunt, but an unmarried brother). That same evening, she had to go. Here I think I got confused, because I think I thought my dog was the one who had to go. For some reason I was entrusted with the sheet music for the song that could resurrect people, and they had to inject something into her for her to go back. I was worried that it would be painful, and this is where the confusion began, because I imagined "the one who had to go" inside of my dog's cage. Well some time had passed since the injection, and my dog was acting weird, furthering my confusion over the one who was leaving. I was worried that I would accidentally play the resurrection song (which makes no sense, now that I think about it), so I wanted to give the song back. But then I was at the kitchen table with my mom, where I realized it wasn't my dog leaving but my aunt.