I actually had a dream!

Well it was more of a nightmare, but with this lack of any dreaming I am experiencing, I welcome it gladly.


When I was growing up, my best friend moved in next door. Last night, I dreamt I was having my ninth (I'm 20 now) birthday party at her house (this never happened, but it seemed so normal). The birthday party had just finished up and I was bringing home all of her presents (it was my birthday, but I could feel that they were HER presents and that they should be kept at MY house). It took all that I could in one trip and sat down on my front porch, but my mom came outside and told me to go back and get the rest in a stern voice. On the second walk back, I was carrying a large gift bag full of random things. It was almost larger than my body so I moved very slowly with it. It took me a while even though our front doors were only about 40 steps apart. During this walk, I felt like I was being followed. The same feeling I get in real life when I am coming up the basement stairs. I tried my best to hurry back to my mother and get inside as quickly as possible, but the whole walk just felt slow-motion. The dream now jumps to what I could tell was a few hours later. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Standing there is a man in a long black trench coat. The darkness casted by his hood made his face indiscernible. He was holding a swaddled baby(?) in his arms. The baby’s head was much smaller than it should have been, and his face was un-naturally bright red and wrinkly. Its body was covered in blankets. To my horror, the baby was twisting its head all the way around over and over, almost spinning it around, and crying (but it did not seem to be in pain). The man seemed un-phased by this act and nonchalantly tried to sell me this baby for 50 dollars. He was the typical pushy salesman. He kept coming back over the course of the day and we kept rejecting him. This is when I woke up.

Plants and Cement

So I just found this blog again, due to a user on amirite! I clicked on her blog and had to sign in to follow her. Good thing I usually use the same password for sites like this. I had completely forgotten that I made it. Unfortunately, I have not had any dreams that I can remember in a couple weeks; those are my favorite thing to write about for 2 reasons. The first reason is obvious, I remember my dreams if I write them down soon enough after waking up and then I can revisit them and have a laugh later. The second is, it comes naturally. I don't have to think of what comes next. It just flows. Writers love that, you know! The feelings the dreams evoke remain for a while after I wake up but I can't put my finger on the events in them.

The last one I remember (around 2 weeks ago) was in an environment that combined District 12 in the Hunger Games and the run-down testing chambers of Portal 2. There was no color. Most things were made of cement and overgrown with vines and dead plants. It was dirty and there were lots of courtyards and bridges. I couldn't see all of it, but I could tell that it was totally enclosed and even if I walked for miles, I would always reach a wall that trapped me in. There were buildings and houses (but made of cement) - it looked like it used to be a little town but was deserted now. One other person [don't know who or even their gender but I could feel they were very close to me] and I were the only ones left. We were running around attempting to scale walls and find a way out but to no avail. Soon, we found a building with windows and doors (this was rare for some reason). We went in a door and walked through many hallways. Inside, we found two men in a dim room making a bomb. They were also eating gray cupcakes. We watched them through the little window in the door that school classrooms usually have for a while but got increasingly scared and decided to leave. We went out the exterior door closest to the room they were in and walked past the window of that room. They saw us pass by and starting chasing us. I'm not sure why, but suddenly we had superhuman powers and could jump super high. This allowed us to lead them on a really long chase all around the complex. Eventually, they gave up and entered a different building. Right before I woke up, I looked to my right and saw a simple wooden door with rays of light seeping through its cracks.

Anyway, I hope I have more dreams soon.

I'm in my footie pajamas :)

So in my dream last night, I lived in this big apartment complex in which everyone owned an entire floor that had to no dividing walls. If you wanted separate rooms in your living area you had to handle that yourself. So I kept building walls and changing my wallpaper and stuff Sims 3 style. I had all these buttons I could push and the changes just applied to my house, it was pretty awesome. Of course, since I was dreaming, I thought this was normal. Later on, my boss calls to tell me that I have to work on Monday (which in the dream I never did - it was one of those things you just kinda know in a dream even though no one told you that or nothing hinted it to you). I kept thinking of other things I could do that wasn't working so I'd call him and go "WE COULD GO TO THE CARNIVAL, AND RIDE RIDES AND EAT TURKEY LEGS AND STUFF" and his response was always "Yeah we could! But not on MONDAY!" I kept trying anyhow. I tried to get him to go the planetarium with me, the Parade of Homes and even Alaska, but none of this worked. Finally, after I gave up, he called me and said if I went outside immediately and helped him garden, I wouldn't have to go to work on Monday. I thought "Well I hate gardening, but I hate working on Mondays....what do I do?!?!" I was sincerely troubled by this ultimatum. So I opened my window (not quite sure which floor I lived on but it was a high one) and yelled to everyone in the complex's courtyard below "SHOULD I GARDEN TODAY OR WORK ON MONDAY, SCREAM FOR GARDEN AND LIE DOWN FOR WORK" and just like a dominos game, everyone just fell over (they stayed stiff while they did it, it looked like a bunch of tiny trees with clothes on falling over). So I went down and gardened with my boss. THE END.

Triceratops

Soo I'm sitting in a coffee shop, blogging away. Oh how at home I feel! =D This is like what everyone needs. Yummy coffee and a laptop. I look so sophisticated and smart! OMG. Everyone can totally tell I'm thinking of profound and abstract things and totally contributing to the internet. They're probably all feeling blessed to be in the same room as me, witnessing intellectual history.

T-REX!

Okay so my dream last night was weird, as they always are. My boyfriend was at my house and we were just hanging out, my christmas tree was still up, and suddenly he's like "I have to go to (a place like an hour away) really fast." and for some reason i knew he would miss something if he went [don't know what it was, cutting a cake or something...lol] so i tried to tell him no but he insisted because he had to buy something for his little brother. it was this little box that looked like a wooden crate, roughly the size of a rubix cube. all the sides opened and there was donkey kong paraphernalia inside, including a barrel. he had one with him but this was for christmas so he needed to give the boy a packaged one [duh]. as we're sitting at the top of my stairs discussing what his options are other than leaving for so long [like finding a place that sells them near my house] my best friend, and next door neighbor for 12 fabulicious years, comes over and gives me this pretty present wrapped with red paper and lots of ribbons! i was all excited because for the past week or so she has been telling me she wanted to give me something (IRL). i woke up kinda sad because now i have to wait to know what she wanted to give me. boo! i got off topic. anyway the dream ended with my boyfriend and i standing in a Sams looking at all different kinds of the crate deciding which one to buy for the boy [his little brother].

Stegosaurus

Well today went swimmingly. No talk of sparkly "vampires" to ruin it. Is anyone else bothered by the similarity between Rob Pattinson and Pat Robertson's names? That disgusts me. I'm on Team Guy Who Almost Ran Bella Over. Then sparkle man could've just slurped her blood off the street and all this crap would be over with. My life and ears need not be bombarded with unintelligent, trivial talk regarding issues of which fictional guy is better for the fictional girl all the tweens and unfortunately some adults have so foolishly delved into the life of.

Long Necks

I'M WRITING A BLOG ENTRY!!!!!!