Dreams In Black and White

cuz I probly won’t sleep much tonight…

lovleigh:

so I’ll write about sleeping.

I had a wild dream during my nap today.  (as if I nap daily, like a 75 year old woman, which I dont’ have the luxury or desire to do)  All I do is dream these days.  Sleep shmeep.  Sleep is for the healthy.  Anywho, it went like this and was a lot less stressful than some of the other dreams I’ve had lately.  No attack bugs in my imagined bed or anything like that………

I was walking down a sunny street with a baby in my arms when I came across a cemetery. I had to step off the sidewalk to go around a group of gangsters all dressed in nice gangster suits and hats.  They had their dead dad in a coffin in the back of a van and were getting ready to bury him…. but they needed something.  They needed it so bad.  I could tell by their sharp tones and hushed voices.  Already they had to do the burying themselves because they didn’t have much money and my heart began to get really sad.  As I walked further away I began to just sob for them.

I walked to where my family was and was feeling much better.  Then, out of no where, came the five gangster guys in their formerly sad little van.  They stepped out stone faced and stared at us.  They were evil now.  Why the hell had I cried for these jerks?!  What pranksters!  We just stared, but I knew some terrible thing was going to explode out of that van.  And it did.  The noise was horrendous.  From behind us an ambulance (an ambulance? weird) flamed across the sky hundreds of feet up and disappeared over some green trees.  That’s when I found myself and my mom in a bathtub.  I huddled into her leg and grabbed her knee while machine guns fired toward us from the sky.  I’m not sure where my brain scrounged up the sounds of machine guns but it wasn’t a pretty sound.  When it was over, I remember thinking, “I knew we’d be fine but, statistically, those things should have gotten one of us…”

We just sat in those bath tubs…they kept accumulating.  With each new tub another family member showed up.  The tubs overflowed into the hallway and I noticed it was going straight into Allison’s room.  I looked at my mom and said, “Of all the rooms for it to run into.”  And it was a river, let me tell you.  Allison would not be happy about all her things being sopping wet.

At some point, I had been eating something that looked like dark bamboo window blinds rolled up- something I didn’t think I shoud be eating but it tasted great.

whooooo knows.  brains are great.

via laura

ryan seacrest

last night, i had a dream. 

lish and lindsay were with me and we were at this carnival kinda thing in hollywood.  we somehow went on this ride that was like a ferris wheel, but instead of having large, enclosed cars, we had little hoops to dangle through.  our knees slid through these hoops and our knees were what kept us alive.  haha. 

so we went up to a height at which we were eye level with the hollywood sign.  i realized as i got to the very, very top that this was a show taped for tv.  and i realized that i was the one stopped at  the very, very top.  miley cyrus was there and ryan seacrest was standing on a platform right above me.  my legs had reached the point where i could no longer distinguish how well i was holding on- a loose grip could easily feel the same as a grip that would hold me on well enough.  i gained enough courage to touch the platform with my hand just so i could say that i touched it.  on the platform were random curly brown hair extensions that miley had lost somewhere along the way and for a split second, i thought about grabbing one of those to sell later, but i quickly deemed that too gross to do.

somewhere in all this chaos, a lady apart of the show slapped my butt as i hung upside down, hundreds of feet in the air on national television.  haha. 

we began to go back down, and i yelled to lish “a lady just slapped my butt,” to which she yelled simply, “nooo wayyy!!”  and we went down, down, down. 

from lauren

Dream

khughes:

Sorry, I am posting as lot today, but I have to write about my dream last night:

So, I arrive with my luggage packed at this big industrial building that sits right on a beach. I have a one-way ticket to Australia in my hand. I get to the counter, they swipe my ticket in some weird machine, and tell me to find my appropriate room.

I walk down a long hallway with about 25 rooms. Each room looks the same from the outside, and there are no numbers or labels to identify them. I proceed to open each and every door in the hallway. Within each room, there are about 50 people. After opening every door, I ask those inside, “Where are you going?” I got a number of answers ranging from England to New York to Zimbabwe. However, at the very first door, the person told me that they were going to New York (weird).

Anyways, I get to the very last room, and still I hadn’t gotten the answer of “Australia”. I was so distraught, and I looked out the window to see a large ship with the words “AUSTRALIA” painted on the side starting to sail away (apparently we were taking a ship to an airport to the country, who knows, its a dream, ya know?). I bolt out the nearest door, and I am running down the beach that is full of thousands of people. One lady was digging a hole that was taller than her. It was about 10 feet deep, and she just kept flailing dirt out of the hole. Anyways, I keep running passed them, and pushing my way towards this large dock.

I see the boat slipping away just passed the dock, and I run and jump forward off the end of the dock to just miss the boat by about half an inch. I splash into the water, and a large black man dives in off the end of the dock. He grabs me, pulls me back to the edge of the dock, and introduces himself as “Punjab”. I started crying on his shoulder and told him that all I wanted to do was go to Australia and how I missed the boat. He was really friendly.

Then I woke up.

2 more crazy dreams

It started off, as me going to a movie with my entire extended family. It was some indie movie with Michael Cera. There were some people behind me talking after the movie started so I shouted “shut up!” They kept talking, so I turned around and shouted “Hey! Shut the hell up!” and I realized it was my grandma and her friend. They still wouldn’t stop talking, so I got angry and threw something at them. My whole family got mad at me and left the theater because of it.

So on the way home, I decided to ride with my aunt, because my parents and grandparents were really mad at me. As we were coming up the hill that leads to their house, I noticed some strange clouds forming over the horizon. My older brother and I decided to go check what they were and take pictures. Upon further inspection, we noticed that just over the hill, thousands of bright, glowing, Ewoks (those little bears from Star Wars) were gathering. As soon as we realized what they were, they saw us, and we knew they were here to take over the earth, so we started running towards the house.

For some reason, my little brother got left behind, and we didn’t stop to help him out; we just left him to the Ewoks….. It was very cruel of me, in retrospect. We ended up boarding up our house and fighting them off one by one as they approached. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, because they all had very primitive weapons, like sticks and slingshots, while we had riffles and an assortment of pistols, shotguns, and the like.  They were also very slow. But they looked scary- glowing and all.

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The second part of my dream was not nearly as bizzare, but was scary - but in a different way. I was a slave, and my father gave me to a man (he was Morgan Freeman in my dream), and this man had a son. He gave me to him so that I could excape from the plantation we were on.

We got to the field, after telling the foreman a clever lie about where we were going, and we followed a series of paths that were blazed through the thick overgrowth. At times we weren’t sure which path to take, so we followed the one that looked most beaten; “this will lead us all the way to freedom” Morgan Freeman said, in his Morgan Freeman voice.

We had to be careful, because danger lurked around every corner, and around the next corner, could be someone waiting to capture us, take us back to the plantation, and cut our toes off as punishment. We came to a river, and just as Morgan Freeman and his son (who looked like Walt from LOST) were about to cross through a tunnel in the reeds and into the water, I spotted 3 or 4 rattlesnakes down in the water. “HOLD IT!” I shouted, and pointed out the rattle snakes.

We threw some rocks at them, and they swam off. That wasn’t good enough for me; I knew they could still be just beneith the water, so I waited for them to come to the surface again, and tried to smash them against the rocks by hurling a few larger rocks on top of them. I missed, but just when I missed, we heard the sound of hound dogs. We had no choice but to swim, so the dogs would lose our scent. We jumped into the water, and made a dash across the lake (it went from being a river to a lake), and made camp on the other side.

As M.F. was preparing our tent and fire on the other side, Walt and I went for a swim. I had an uncanny ability to swim incredibly fast. I was swimming at least 40 mph. It was awesome. I was doing laps around the lake in the matter of minutes.

Just then, I woke up.

Craazy dream.

After skating on ice skates around in the gymnasium at my old high school, I took my skates off and started walking out the door with a group of kids, when a huge group of old people surrounded me. One of the old men appeared to be crazy, and he hugged me really hard then tried to kiss me. I got out of there quick, but not before I realized that he had broken my glasses.

Since my glasses are still relatively new, I thought I could just return them for a new pair, so I headed out on the road to exchange them. I got hungry along the way, so I thought I should stop and get some food. I drove the McDonalds parking lot and followed another car through what I thought was the drive through lane, and was followed by 5 or 6 other cars. Shortly there after, I realized that it wasn’t the drive through lane, but it was a sidewalk to the upper deck eating area. The real drive through was down below. As we all tried to back out, without plummeting over the edge, the car in front of me accelerated in reverse right into me, and knocked me over the ledge. My car landed upside down on top of another car, and I was rushed away in an ambulance.

In the ambulance, the paramedic told me that I wasn’t being taken to the hospital, but instead, I was being taken to a factory to work as part of a summer internship. I reluctantly agreed.

I had a quick vision of a sinister looking man, creating some sort of prosthetic leg out of various parts, then my dream continued back to me in this big factory, making strange, useless, bent strips of metal. I quickly learned that the man in my vision was the man in charge of the factory.

Ocassionally, some workers would be called away to walk down this giant tunnel that looked more like an interstate, and they slowly started getting killed off one by one. Soon after, my number was called, and I left with a group of others down the tunnel, knowing that we were going to get killed.

Everyone had been assigned to a team by being given a color. I noticed that the only people who weren’t getting killed were those on the black team, so I alerted every one, and a panic broke out, and everyone scattered. People started getting killed all around me, but I somehow managed to make it into an empty room, where I hid under a table to decide my next move.

I had another strange vision of that sinister man, cutting his leg off with a rotary saw, and then attaching his finished prosthetic leg, which was really an enormous weapon, not unlike the one in the movie “Grindhouse.”

It all came to me in an instant, as the man with the gun leg walked into the room shouting, and began flipping over tables: I was in the prequel to the “Mortal Combat” series, and I was actually an unrevealed character in it, and so was the man with the gun leg. I remembered seeing people like Jade, Johnny Cage, and even Raiden. I don’t know how I didn’t suspect it earlier.

I woke up right when he stood on top of the table I was under, but  I imagine that the next thing that would have happened, would be that he either passed over my table not knowing i was under there, or he would have blasted it to pieces, revealing me, at which point I would have fought him to the death, or I would have been wrong about me being an unrevealed character, and he would have then just killed me and I wouldn’t have even stood a chance.

Rockin Roller Coast

khughes:

I dreamt about Cedar Point last night; thus, I didn’t wake up until 11:30. I kept kind of waking up, but making myself fall back asleep so I could ride the Raptor and stuff.

I must have been hungry.

Last night I had a dream, maybe a nightmare, that went horribly wrong.
I walked into the kitchen and my room mate was standing with the refrigerator door open and said “look how much room we have now!” He had just cleaned it out. I looked in to see that he had thrown out all of my food. I was livid. I was particularly upset that he had thrown out my Chinese takeout. I remember screaming at him and pushing him against the wall, but don’t really know what I was screaming.
You don’t mess with a mans food. Even animals know this.
(ttothentothec)

High School Bitches

I had one of those dreams people always dread.  I say dread because there is always an expectation that this sort of dream must happen at least once a year….

I went back to high school.

And it seems that when you go back to high school you know as much as you do now, but you’re just in high school instead.  In this dream it was a sort of hybrid though.  I was in my old high school, and my high school friends were there bantering about the latest gossip, but the weird thing about this dream was that I was operating at a college level, and my next class was Spanish with my current Spanish professor Fernandez-Levin.

I arrived in class to find two girls I’ve known throughout middle school and high school,one named Ashley and one named Rachel (whom I dated in 7th grade and shared a class with my freshman year at Grand Valley).  I had known Rachel to have taken three years of high school Spanish, and Ashley might have taken 2, even though that was giving here too much of the benefit of the doubt.  Yet, here they are walking into Spanish class, cussing me out in Spanish.  And when I tried to say something to them, I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

The terrible and might I say parodoxical thing about this dream is that they stole this Spanish from my unconscious memory in order to use it against me.  In essence, I insulted myself.

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lindseyclara:

i had a dream last night that, whoever wanted to, could hop into this little ‘space-ship’ like thing created by dora the explorer and it would take them to another galaxy where it was kind of scary but super weird and it turns out this galaxy was controlled by 10 year kids and everytime they would walk outside their houses on earth, super trippy monster like things would appear in this galaxy..

whhaaattt?

manditra:

i had a dream last night, and in the dream i was wearing a dress and tights and boots, but for some reason my tights kept disappearing and i had to keep putting them on, over and over again. i find putting on tights to be quite a pain so this wasn’t a pleasant dream. in the end, i finally punched a hole in them with my fingernail and didn’t wear them at all.

the night before last, i had a dream that my mother bought me a dolphin (in europe?) and i was trying to fly it back home, but it was difficult finding a tank large enough and i kept missing my flight for various reasons.

there were more details but nobody really likes hearing other people’s dreams and i hardly care myself.