I've had various types of dreams over the years. Some involve a zombie apocalypse. Some Doctor Who. Transformers. I've had some where I was in a mixture of my high school and college, seeing friends I haven't talked to in years. Hell, I've even had some where I was great friends with Tommy Wiseau.
This one had all of those...
Dream started off me in this hybrid school and seeing things I hadn't seen in a while. I was a student here, but I suppose had stopped going to many classes for a period of time. So much so that people were surprised and delighted to see me. It was nice seeing some of the people I had considered great friends again and reminiscing with them over the good times. Honestly, it was a little saddening because this is something I'd actually do if I ever saw these people again and I know that's near impossible.
School let out and it was time to catch our buses home. One common element in my dreams involving high school is that no matter what is going on I have to rush to the parking lot to find my bus, but arrive just in time to see them starting to leave. This actually happened a couple of times since you really had to search for your bus and it'd never park in the same place. The days when we had a sub bus were a nightmare since it was nearly impossible to find it. Anyway, buses pulled off and I was left behind with a girl who was also supposed to be on my bus. I'm not entirely sure if she was based on anyone in particular, but she was cute and seems like someone I knew at some point in school. We started walking off and headed in the direction of our homes.
I can't say for sure what happened next, but we wound up back at my house and I had turned into Doctor Who. David Tennant, to be specific. The girl and I were meeting this inventor type friend who was working on a car for us. I suppose the Tardis was lost for some reason. There's so much that was going on in this and I can't even formulate into a proper description so... I'm afraid it'll have to be left out. The jist of it is he had made a super car that could change, time travel, pass through solid objects. Apparently Doctor Me had seen this before and was impressed by the modifications. We all piled in and after turning the key found we had been transported into the back yard, with a second Doctor Me.
Something was wrong with the car and we had became stuck, somehow, in our moment in time. Doctor Us began to bicker back and forth about what to fix/how to fix it with him eventually knowing the answer since was a future version of myself. I don't get it either, this is just how it happened.
It was then that I found myself alone. With zombies. Just... out of the blue. Okay. I ran back into the home and started barricading whatever I could, knowing I was stuck without a Screwdriver or Tardis. Then the phone rang. I saw it said "Tommy" and answered it.
Before I go into this... I want you to get a firm idea of what Tommy Wiseau sounds like. Please watch this:
Okay, got it? Here is the exact transcript of the call.
Me: Hey, Tommy.
Tommy: Oh hi, Alonso. (Note, I was still Doctor Who at this point, but he knew me by my real name... You know what that means, Whovians.)
Me: I'm kind of busy, what's up?
Tommy: Oh, nothing much. I'm heading to your house. Let me in before these zombies get me.
Me: You're heading here?
Tommy: Hahaha. Of course. You have that flying car I can use and we escape.
Me: Yeah... The car's not really working. I'm stuck here.
Tommy: Oh. Let me in anyway I right outside.
*I Go to look out the front door and sees Tommy walking across the yard, a zombie closely behind him*
Me: There's one right behind you, hurry!
Tommy: Hey relax it's okay.
*Zombie then bites him on the shoulder. He doesn't react*
Tommy: Oh hi, let me in now yeah?
Me: I'm sorry... You're bitten. You know what that means.
*Tommy holds up a football*
Tommy: We play catch if you let me in, yeah?"
Me: No... No I can't do that, Tommy. I'm sorry.
*I make sure the door in secure and start to walk away*
Tommy: Alonso? Aloooonso?! Why you do this?! We friends!
Aaaaand that's it. I'd like to say he uttered "You're tearing me apart, Alonso!" but that never happened. I woke up to a painful elbow from laying on it funny and began forming my thoughts together so I could record this wonderful dream.
I'll say this though... I never thought I'd see the day when a zombie apocalypse would bore me in a dream. This one did. I blame you, Wiseau.
- Alonso
Friday, October 7, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Indy would need new underpants.
This dream started off as nothing special. It was present day, sometime in the evening, I think I was home alone as the family was off doing something else.
I had been on the computer and taken a break to visit the little Alonso's room and heard something moving around. I moved the trashcan aside and saw this mean.... MEAN looking snake staring at me. I panicked and trapped it under the trashcan, using my foot and leg to hold it down, and heard all this banging around as it tried to get free. I kept feeling it wobbling around and noticed its head was partially sticking out under the lid... and it was easing out. The head started rising as it looked at me and... I can only describe the snake as... Horny. Not in that sense, but it had these ridges around its head and neck that looked like some kind of abnormal bone structure and again... this thing looked very mean. Still in shock I applied more pressure and severed the head with the rim of the trashcan. I started to feel some relief, but I noticed the movement under the can never calmed down... it got worse... and worse... until finally I couldn't hold the trashcan down anymore. The head had grown back.
From there I decided the best solution was to lock it in the bathroom and get help. I started running for the door as the snake followed, barely managing to close it on the snake's mid-section, again trapping it. Like before... I pulled harder and cut through it and again like before it started to regenerate itself. I stood in horror as I watched this thing growing and growing, repairing its lost section and in fact becoming longer than it was before. Just thinking about it now gives me this feeling of fear that I haven't felt in a very long time. Needless to say, I ran. I ran faster than I'd ever ran before.
Using what I knew I figured out 1) You can't kill it by decapitation. 2) Whenever a section it cut off it'll regrow it nearly instantly but with more mass than it had before. What if I could trap it... and burn it? I ran to the back of the house and found our grill... but like in the real world it hadn't been in used in a while. I didn't know if it had enough propane, if it would click on... or if it'd be enough to kill the monster. I knew where a grill lighter was so I began heading for that. Running around the house I managed to find one next to the driveway, but I also saw one of our neighbors grilling something in the front of our yard. I called him over saying I needed his help, but instead he called me over to talk about this bread he was cooking... I later learned he had been drinking. I never learned why he was using our yard for his grill, but since another neighbor was across the street and grilling something else (He didn't live there either) I guess it was... okay.
Somehow I was able to get him to pay attention to my problem and he came along to help deal with it, still not understanding how bizarre the thing looked. We arrived back at the kitchen and he was baffled as he saw it, nearly falling over. The snake, however, couldn't care less about him and was keeping its eyes locked on me. The neighbor, who I'll now call Gary, went for it and held the snake's head in an attempt to try keeping it from striking one of us. The snake lunged for him and he instead went for the tail and it started heading for me. I started backing away, but I had underestimated how large it had grown in my absence. I was able to run out of the kitten, move around the two walls of it and loop around to the other side and still had some room to stretch... Gary must have done something that I had missed, but the snake became severed at some point and he tossed the head section into a large grocery bag that was laying around... As he struggled to keep it closed we could see the snake beginning to grow again through the thin bag... And it looked exactly like one of those Black Magic Snakes growing, minus the fire.
While he attempted to keep it contained, Gary found himself unable to keep the bag sealed due to the growing mass inside. At one point the snake's head shot out and started darting for me through the air. I reached out and grabbed the neck, unsure what a bite from this thing would do to me. It struggled to get free, trying to bite me, but I continued to squeeze the tough, boney texture. I noticed as I kept squeezing that regardless how think the snake felt, it still moved inward as I squeezed it. It wasn't bone... so I squeezed as hard as I could, crushing the head of the serpent from hell. Still holding on I watched in horror as the head began returning to its normal shape, almost inflating. It moved suddenly and my hand was cut on one of its points. Gary ran outside and I locked the door behind him, running to my room in hopes of looking this thing up and finding an expert online who could help stop it.
Google was useless, there weren't any posts that talked about a "regenerating snake with boney neck". I do remember imagining my keywords triggering some government alert. Yes, dream me thought this was some government experiment that had gotten out and was being heavily tracked. I wasn't able to find anything though. The closest I came was finding the name of a biological scientist online, but being unable to contact them besides a simple email. I saw a few friends online, tried to get their attention if only so I had someone to talk to as I was freaking out, but never got a response.
I realized them it had been a while since Gary had gone outside... I went to the door and unlocked it, walking outside and hearing silence. Moving around I eventually found Gary and a couple other neighbors around our grill, holding the lid shut. Even though it was on and there was smoke coming from it... the snake was silent and was moving around under the cover. Gary looked to me, never saying a word, then looked back to it. The other neighbors never turning away from the grill. Finally one of them noticed it had grown quiet and made the suggestion that we check to see if it's dead.
They did, it escaped and began flying towards me, sinking its fangs into my ass as I ran away. They began pulling its tail and I heard the sound of fabric ripping as they got it free and I fell to the ground.
Then I woke up. I rarely see anything that has a mention of them in it so what brought this dream on is beyond me. Even so, I'm not even scared of snakes... but this dream terrified me. I woke up and almost went to look outside to see if Gary was out there with the grill. It felt incredibly real and got to me deeply. Even now I had to take frequent breaks since just recounting it brought upon that feeling of dread.
I had been on the computer and taken a break to visit the little Alonso's room and heard something moving around. I moved the trashcan aside and saw this mean.... MEAN looking snake staring at me. I panicked and trapped it under the trashcan, using my foot and leg to hold it down, and heard all this banging around as it tried to get free. I kept feeling it wobbling around and noticed its head was partially sticking out under the lid... and it was easing out. The head started rising as it looked at me and... I can only describe the snake as... Horny. Not in that sense, but it had these ridges around its head and neck that looked like some kind of abnormal bone structure and again... this thing looked very mean. Still in shock I applied more pressure and severed the head with the rim of the trashcan. I started to feel some relief, but I noticed the movement under the can never calmed down... it got worse... and worse... until finally I couldn't hold the trashcan down anymore. The head had grown back.
From there I decided the best solution was to lock it in the bathroom and get help. I started running for the door as the snake followed, barely managing to close it on the snake's mid-section, again trapping it. Like before... I pulled harder and cut through it and again like before it started to regenerate itself. I stood in horror as I watched this thing growing and growing, repairing its lost section and in fact becoming longer than it was before. Just thinking about it now gives me this feeling of fear that I haven't felt in a very long time. Needless to say, I ran. I ran faster than I'd ever ran before.
Using what I knew I figured out 1) You can't kill it by decapitation. 2) Whenever a section it cut off it'll regrow it nearly instantly but with more mass than it had before. What if I could trap it... and burn it? I ran to the back of the house and found our grill... but like in the real world it hadn't been in used in a while. I didn't know if it had enough propane, if it would click on... or if it'd be enough to kill the monster. I knew where a grill lighter was so I began heading for that. Running around the house I managed to find one next to the driveway, but I also saw one of our neighbors grilling something in the front of our yard. I called him over saying I needed his help, but instead he called me over to talk about this bread he was cooking... I later learned he had been drinking. I never learned why he was using our yard for his grill, but since another neighbor was across the street and grilling something else (He didn't live there either) I guess it was... okay.
Somehow I was able to get him to pay attention to my problem and he came along to help deal with it, still not understanding how bizarre the thing looked. We arrived back at the kitchen and he was baffled as he saw it, nearly falling over. The snake, however, couldn't care less about him and was keeping its eyes locked on me. The neighbor, who I'll now call Gary, went for it and held the snake's head in an attempt to try keeping it from striking one of us. The snake lunged for him and he instead went for the tail and it started heading for me. I started backing away, but I had underestimated how large it had grown in my absence. I was able to run out of the kitten, move around the two walls of it and loop around to the other side and still had some room to stretch... Gary must have done something that I had missed, but the snake became severed at some point and he tossed the head section into a large grocery bag that was laying around... As he struggled to keep it closed we could see the snake beginning to grow again through the thin bag... And it looked exactly like one of those Black Magic Snakes growing, minus the fire.
While he attempted to keep it contained, Gary found himself unable to keep the bag sealed due to the growing mass inside. At one point the snake's head shot out and started darting for me through the air. I reached out and grabbed the neck, unsure what a bite from this thing would do to me. It struggled to get free, trying to bite me, but I continued to squeeze the tough, boney texture. I noticed as I kept squeezing that regardless how think the snake felt, it still moved inward as I squeezed it. It wasn't bone... so I squeezed as hard as I could, crushing the head of the serpent from hell. Still holding on I watched in horror as the head began returning to its normal shape, almost inflating. It moved suddenly and my hand was cut on one of its points. Gary ran outside and I locked the door behind him, running to my room in hopes of looking this thing up and finding an expert online who could help stop it.
Google was useless, there weren't any posts that talked about a "regenerating snake with boney neck". I do remember imagining my keywords triggering some government alert. Yes, dream me thought this was some government experiment that had gotten out and was being heavily tracked. I wasn't able to find anything though. The closest I came was finding the name of a biological scientist online, but being unable to contact them besides a simple email. I saw a few friends online, tried to get their attention if only so I had someone to talk to as I was freaking out, but never got a response.
I realized them it had been a while since Gary had gone outside... I went to the door and unlocked it, walking outside and hearing silence. Moving around I eventually found Gary and a couple other neighbors around our grill, holding the lid shut. Even though it was on and there was smoke coming from it... the snake was silent and was moving around under the cover. Gary looked to me, never saying a word, then looked back to it. The other neighbors never turning away from the grill. Finally one of them noticed it had grown quiet and made the suggestion that we check to see if it's dead.
They did, it escaped and began flying towards me, sinking its fangs into my ass as I ran away. They began pulling its tail and I heard the sound of fabric ripping as they got it free and I fell to the ground.
Then I woke up. I rarely see anything that has a mention of them in it so what brought this dream on is beyond me. Even so, I'm not even scared of snakes... but this dream terrified me. I woke up and almost went to look outside to see if Gary was out there with the grill. It felt incredibly real and got to me deeply. Even now I had to take frequent breaks since just recounting it brought upon that feeling of dread.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
More normal, but still quite enjoyable
The set-up for this dream was very simple: I was going on a date. Nothing suspicious about that.
Things started off with me figuring out costs/prices for the night. You see, the major complication is they lived a while away so a cab out there would wind up being costly. I in the end decided it was more cost effective (somehow) for me to take a cab to their location for the initial date, do the date, then instead of taking a cab back home I would stay in a hotel for that night and it'd give me more time to explore the city.
I have no idea what kind of logic dream me had in this... In the end I'd still be paying the double cab fare PLUS the cost for staying in a hotel...
Eventually it somehow came to be they would come to my location and we'd do something here. We settled on dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (the nearest one being at the mall) even though it was already after 10pm. [Oh. This doesn't have any proper place in the dream, but before the date there was an instance where I was figuring out Christmas presents to give the girl since... It was suddenly Christmas time? I had settled on a handful of things and brought them along when we left.] Continuing on, we arrived at the mall and were surprised to find it closed up. Walking closer to the doors we saw some people inside eating so I tried the door and was immediately laughed at by this group of construction workers who said "Mall's closed up, kids. Them people will be thrown out soon enough so don't worry about it."
However, after we said we had been heading to the Cheesecake Factory they let us know it was still open (for some reason) and we headed to her car since it was on the other side of the mall. Not sure why, but when I opened the door she... started driving... leaving me to grab onto the door for dear life as we moved at a dangerous FIVE miles an hour. After traveling for about five or ten minutes we arrived at our destination... where we met Jerry.
When I was in elementary school this was this janitor that worked there named Mr. Charmain. He was always friendly and it was a pleasure to talk to him even when I was a little kid. I think Mr. Charmain was the inspiration for "Jerry" since he was a custodian for the mall that I had known for some time. In his dream's timeline I had gone to the mall often to hang out with Jerry and just talk about stuff. This date was the same type of thing. I guess we started having a lot of fun because we completely forgot about the Cheesecake Factory and brought our presents inside to hand them out.
- Alonso
Things started off with me figuring out costs/prices for the night. You see, the major complication is they lived a while away so a cab out there would wind up being costly. I in the end decided it was more cost effective (somehow) for me to take a cab to their location for the initial date, do the date, then instead of taking a cab back home I would stay in a hotel for that night and it'd give me more time to explore the city.
I have no idea what kind of logic dream me had in this... In the end I'd still be paying the double cab fare PLUS the cost for staying in a hotel...
Eventually it somehow came to be they would come to my location and we'd do something here. We settled on dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (the nearest one being at the mall) even though it was already after 10pm. [Oh. This doesn't have any proper place in the dream, but before the date there was an instance where I was figuring out Christmas presents to give the girl since... It was suddenly Christmas time? I had settled on a handful of things and brought them along when we left.] Continuing on, we arrived at the mall and were surprised to find it closed up. Walking closer to the doors we saw some people inside eating so I tried the door and was immediately laughed at by this group of construction workers who said "Mall's closed up, kids. Them people will be thrown out soon enough so don't worry about it."
However, after we said we had been heading to the Cheesecake Factory they let us know it was still open (for some reason) and we headed to her car since it was on the other side of the mall. Not sure why, but when I opened the door she... started driving... leaving me to grab onto the door for dear life as we moved at a dangerous FIVE miles an hour. After traveling for about five or ten minutes we arrived at our destination... where we met Jerry.
When I was in elementary school this was this janitor that worked there named Mr. Charmain. He was always friendly and it was a pleasure to talk to him even when I was a little kid. I think Mr. Charmain was the inspiration for "Jerry" since he was a custodian for the mall that I had known for some time. In his dream's timeline I had gone to the mall often to hang out with Jerry and just talk about stuff. This date was the same type of thing. I guess we started having a lot of fun because we completely forgot about the Cheesecake Factory and brought our presents inside to hand them out.
I can't say for sure what was given to whom... I know the gifts were more sentimental in nature than value, but I started feeling bad since we had presents that meant a lot of us while Jerry was left out. I gave him a couple of the ones I had intended for her and she did the same, making him quite happy. After we had finished I left him some money in a place I knew he'd find it with a note saying "Merry Christmas" and we went back to our homes.
This dream wasn't anywhere near as weird as my other ones turn out to be. In the end I'm left wondering whatever happened to Mr. Charmain. The last time I saw him was when my younger sister went to the same school six or so years ago. I see him still on the staff list for the school and I find myself wanting to visit and see how things are going. Maybe I'll have to find an excuse to stop by sometime.
- Alonso
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Transformers 4!
I'm a Transformers fan... I grew up liking the original G1 series, loving Beast Wars, etc. I even like the live action movies even though they get a lot of complaints.
In my most recent dream... I was in Transformers 4. The strange thing is it switched a lot from me being IN the movie, to me being on the set as it was filmed. There would be times I'd address Shia as "Sam" and the robots would be there next to us, while other times I'd... still call him Sam then feel stupid because I knew his name was Shia. However both scenarios he was a complete douchebag to me, so it doesn't matter ALL that much.
Telling everything that happened in one certain order would be a challenge... so I'll attempt to break it down into major parts.
In my most recent dream... I was in Transformers 4. The strange thing is it switched a lot from me being IN the movie, to me being on the set as it was filmed. There would be times I'd address Shia as "Sam" and the robots would be there next to us, while other times I'd... still call him Sam then feel stupid because I knew his name was Shia. However both scenarios he was a complete douchebag to me, so it doesn't matter ALL that much.
Telling everything that happened in one certain order would be a challenge... so I'll attempt to break it down into major parts.
- Optimus was extremely depressed. He'd sit there very quietly or speak with a tone that sounded as if it was about to break down and weep. Even though this "story" was set three years after the end of the previous movie "Sam" said he was depressed due to the actions from Dark of the Moon. I remember finding this weird because he'd recount things that happened with him, his fiance, the Earth and I'd keep saying in my head, "Yeah, I know... I saw the movie too."
- The Autobots kept changing size. There would be instances where Shia and I would be riding around in his new car, but Optimus would be sitting in the front passenger seat with us. I also remember an instance where I was able to pick up and throw a transformed Autobot (Skids for those of you in the know) into the group so he could transform.
- It was "movie night"... I wish I knew what the overall plot of this movie was because a large amount of time that I was there was spent on us driving to the movie theater... All of us. Then we had to pick what movie to see, finding the right theater, do we get snacks... So much time on something so useless. Ignoring the fact the Autobots were people sized and walking around in public like it wasn't a big deal.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Schwing...
I dreamed I was Garth from Wayne's World...
No actual specifics... I was just... Garth. My parents were the same, friends the same (I don't even remember Wayne being there), but I.... was Garth.
This confuses me more than any of my other strange dreams ever have. It also is making me crave some donuts.
No actual specifics... I was just... Garth. My parents were the same, friends the same (I don't even remember Wayne being there), but I.... was Garth.
This confuses me more than any of my other strange dreams ever have. It also is making me crave some donuts.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Part B
Continuing from the last entry, but not at all related to it...
This next dream took place in my former high school, like some of my dreams do, and took a lot of elements from previous dreams. One thing I really do like is when my dreams, no matter how weird/random they turn out, have continuity with previous dreams based in the same location. Anyway, let's begin.
I don't know if there was any real beginning to this dream. I just remember walking through the halls and things just... happening. I recall loaning a t-shirt (I'm quite fond of geeky/nerdy/humor based t-shirts) to a friend I honestly haven't seen or thought of since middle school. He had seen me wearing it one day and loved it so I said "sure!" and gave it to him. What I didn't expect was that him + this shirt = instant fame. I had worn this shirt many times and no one had noticed. Suddenly he had wore it for a day and BAM everyone is on him about how funny it was, how cool it was. Things that would have greatly annoyed me in high school.
I was in high school. I was very annoyed.
The following day I approached him and asked if I could have the shirt back. He gave me this look of disappointment and walked over to the trash can where he started taking out the shirt... but it was different. There were students signatures all over it. Students had liked the shirt so much they signed their names on it and wrote personal messages to him on it...? Okay then...
I told him he would need to buy me a new one. He got defensive so I explained it was only $15 including shipping, (A wonderful thing since my shirts can be $20... $25 plus shipping.) but then he started saying how I could pay for it since it was so cheap. I said that wouldn't work and I would Facebook him the link to where the online store was. It was then a teacher (from my college) approached me with a kind of... receipt. It was meant to be a school credit type thing for... getting prescriptions... She had maxed it out in hopes I wouldn't diminish the reputation of this one student... I was in the dream and even this confused me. Badly. I tore it up saying that isn't what I wanted and the friend called me back where he reached under his desk and pulled out the real shirt... not a single marking on it. He gave it to me, grumbled since it wasn't his anymore. I felt victorious.
I have no idea what made this t-shirt so special, but wow...
Upon walking away the teacher from earlier was sobbing since I had shown her such little respect. I went into this whole rant about the principle of the thing, how I very much needed medication, how I couldn't be bought off, blah blah blah. This attracted the attention of another student I may or may not have had a crush on in high school and she started following me. There was some remark being yelled at her from some of her friends and she ran off. I don't remember what was said, but it basically was in response with her walking off with someone like me. Shrug.
We wound up in this room with a bunch of black girls (Hey, it's not racist if they're actually black) and listened to their conversation for a bit. Eventually told us to sit on the floor and join them as they prayed for something to happen. I knelt a little and that brought laughter because they had "made the boy pray to their goddess". As I looked around at some of the embarrassed faces of the guys sitting outside I realized they do this to guys as a form of joke... Okay then... I got up and started to leave when the school shook a little. Then it shook some more. Then it somehow became apparent to me the girls were flying the school as if it were a plane. And... this all seemed normal to EVERYONE. The school was rushing through the sky, causing students to go flying into walls and... it was normal. I even knew to run because walking was much more difficult when "they did this to the school."
This led me to... The Savage brothers. For some reason I've had dreams before where Ben and Fred Savage are... in the school. But it's them from the very early 90's where both are still quite young. To make it even weirder, Ben is laying in bed slowly dying of some disease... They pretty much live in this hallway and both sides of it are blocked due to the gifts, personal possessions given to them as they wait for the younger brother to die... Saying this scene is sad would be an understatement. I approached them, waking up Fred, and said my hellos. Ben didn't look well at all.
In some previous dream where they had shown up I had loaned them my Batman: The Animated Series DVD. That was my "one thing" I remember for sure with them... I'd show up with something they liked, let them borrow it, go about my merry way. I had shown up today with a paperback of Batman: The Animate Series. What that means is I had a comic collection drawn by the animators, written by the story... writers but entirely new stories. He was quite thrilled since in my dream we all loved Batman. It was then that Fred remembered I had loaned some other books (One of which was a Bart Simpson collection where him and Radioactive Man teamed up). I had completely forgotten even loaning these books to them, proving how bad my memory was. My memory is terrible, folks... Even in my dreams I forget things I had done in previous dreams JUST so I can point out to myself how bad my memory is.
And that's quite literally where the dream ends. Not with me getting up and walking away, not some impressive ending. It's just me... looking at this comic and going "My memory sucks."
THE END
This next dream took place in my former high school, like some of my dreams do, and took a lot of elements from previous dreams. One thing I really do like is when my dreams, no matter how weird/random they turn out, have continuity with previous dreams based in the same location. Anyway, let's begin.
I don't know if there was any real beginning to this dream. I just remember walking through the halls and things just... happening. I recall loaning a t-shirt (I'm quite fond of geeky/nerdy/humor based t-shirts) to a friend I honestly haven't seen or thought of since middle school. He had seen me wearing it one day and loved it so I said "sure!" and gave it to him. What I didn't expect was that him + this shirt = instant fame. I had worn this shirt many times and no one had noticed. Suddenly he had wore it for a day and BAM everyone is on him about how funny it was, how cool it was. Things that would have greatly annoyed me in high school.
I was in high school. I was very annoyed.
The following day I approached him and asked if I could have the shirt back. He gave me this look of disappointment and walked over to the trash can where he started taking out the shirt... but it was different. There were students signatures all over it. Students had liked the shirt so much they signed their names on it and wrote personal messages to him on it...? Okay then...
I told him he would need to buy me a new one. He got defensive so I explained it was only $15 including shipping, (A wonderful thing since my shirts can be $20... $25 plus shipping.) but then he started saying how I could pay for it since it was so cheap. I said that wouldn't work and I would Facebook him the link to where the online store was. It was then a teacher (from my college) approached me with a kind of... receipt. It was meant to be a school credit type thing for... getting prescriptions... She had maxed it out in hopes I wouldn't diminish the reputation of this one student... I was in the dream and even this confused me. Badly. I tore it up saying that isn't what I wanted and the friend called me back where he reached under his desk and pulled out the real shirt... not a single marking on it. He gave it to me, grumbled since it wasn't his anymore. I felt victorious.
I have no idea what made this t-shirt so special, but wow...
Upon walking away the teacher from earlier was sobbing since I had shown her such little respect. I went into this whole rant about the principle of the thing, how I very much needed medication, how I couldn't be bought off, blah blah blah. This attracted the attention of another student I may or may not have had a crush on in high school and she started following me. There was some remark being yelled at her from some of her friends and she ran off. I don't remember what was said, but it basically was in response with her walking off with someone like me. Shrug.
We wound up in this room with a bunch of black girls (Hey, it's not racist if they're actually black) and listened to their conversation for a bit. Eventually told us to sit on the floor and join them as they prayed for something to happen. I knelt a little and that brought laughter because they had "made the boy pray to their goddess". As I looked around at some of the embarrassed faces of the guys sitting outside I realized they do this to guys as a form of joke... Okay then... I got up and started to leave when the school shook a little. Then it shook some more. Then it somehow became apparent to me the girls were flying the school as if it were a plane. And... this all seemed normal to EVERYONE. The school was rushing through the sky, causing students to go flying into walls and... it was normal. I even knew to run because walking was much more difficult when "they did this to the school."
This led me to... The Savage brothers. For some reason I've had dreams before where Ben and Fred Savage are... in the school. But it's them from the very early 90's where both are still quite young. To make it even weirder, Ben is laying in bed slowly dying of some disease... They pretty much live in this hallway and both sides of it are blocked due to the gifts, personal possessions given to them as they wait for the younger brother to die... Saying this scene is sad would be an understatement. I approached them, waking up Fred, and said my hellos. Ben didn't look well at all.
In some previous dream where they had shown up I had loaned them my Batman: The Animated Series DVD. That was my "one thing" I remember for sure with them... I'd show up with something they liked, let them borrow it, go about my merry way. I had shown up today with a paperback of Batman: The Animate Series. What that means is I had a comic collection drawn by the animators, written by the story... writers but entirely new stories. He was quite thrilled since in my dream we all loved Batman. It was then that Fred remembered I had loaned some other books (One of which was a Bart Simpson collection where him and Radioactive Man teamed up). I had completely forgotten even loaning these books to them, proving how bad my memory was. My memory is terrible, folks... Even in my dreams I forget things I had done in previous dreams JUST so I can point out to myself how bad my memory is.
And that's quite literally where the dream ends. Not with me getting up and walking away, not some impressive ending. It's just me... looking at this comic and going "My memory sucks."
THE END
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Part A
This dream, to my knowledge, was broken up into two parts. I'm unsure if they were happening simultaneously or what, so I'm actually hoping typing all this out helps piece things together and establishes a proper timeline.
Part A of the dream took place in either an apartment or dorm room. I was visiting my two brothers and staying with them for a few days (which itself is "huh?" worthy since both have been dead deceased for many years). It was present day, for me at least, but they were both the same ages they were at the time of their death putting each of us at about the same age. That's an odd fact I didn't think of until now.
What all occurred there is fuzzy... I remember the older one and I had to share the pull out sofa, but in typical dream fashion even though he's roughly 6'2 it was long enough we could both lay on it and have enough room to not touch the other. (From this moment on older brother will be called Heckle and the younger one Jekyll. That should be fun! :D) I don't remember what each of them did during the day, but it left me alone to entertain myself. Again I have no idea what I even did.
I do remember one day I was waling past Jekyll's room and saw his phone flashing. I picked it up to see a piece had been broken off and it was scrolling through a slew of text messages... some of which were from a girl I had been interested in seeing. I remember it being news to me that the two of them even knew each other, let alone a text or two from her saying things like "where are you, i miss you". (Not sure it's even worth assigning a fake name to her yet. I don't have ANY idea who she really was and I don't recall her name being spoken in the dream. Moving on.) As I looked through his phone, attempting to learn more of their relationship I saw an old friend of mine and him had been texting. Even though I knew it was a bad idea at the time, I texted the friend as me in an attempt to start talking to them again. It was then the door opened and a security guard walked in.
I wish I had something exciting to say for why he was there... but I've got nothing. I remember tossing the phone back on Jekyll's bed, talking to the guard and... then him leaving. I think he had to go because he got a call on his radio.
Typing all of this out, I'm starting to remember that the girl from the texts was in the apartment with me as the guard arrived. I vaguely remember showing her around the rooms, pointing out where I sleep, and then the guard showing up. It may have even been her who came in and caused me to toss the phone onto Jekyll's bed. It's all bits and pieces though.
Jekyll came home later and promptly noticed his phone had been touched. I'm unsure if he had seen that I had sent texts on it or not, but he was immediately rushing into my room and angrily yelling at me about it. There was even a point where he had me held against the wall and was about to get violent. Something I don't remember him ever being in real life. I started explaining how I saw it with the broken piece, saw it was flashing with the texts and how I was a generally curious guy. Too curious for his own good. Eventually he backed off and left.
And that's where the Part A ended. Normally if I dream of lost loved ones they're... nice. It's like they're actually there with me as something happens and it's nice to see them again. This time it was very different with my brother being a skewed version of his real self. I can't say I enjoyed it.
Part B will be in the next entry since this one was so long.
Part A of the dream took place in either an apartment or dorm room. I was visiting my two brothers and staying with them for a few days (which itself is "huh?" worthy since both have been dead deceased for many years). It was present day, for me at least, but they were both the same ages they were at the time of their death putting each of us at about the same age. That's an odd fact I didn't think of until now.
What all occurred there is fuzzy... I remember the older one and I had to share the pull out sofa, but in typical dream fashion even though he's roughly 6'2 it was long enough we could both lay on it and have enough room to not touch the other. (From this moment on older brother will be called Heckle and the younger one Jekyll. That should be fun! :D) I don't remember what each of them did during the day, but it left me alone to entertain myself. Again I have no idea what I even did.
I do remember one day I was waling past Jekyll's room and saw his phone flashing. I picked it up to see a piece had been broken off and it was scrolling through a slew of text messages... some of which were from a girl I had been interested in seeing. I remember it being news to me that the two of them even knew each other, let alone a text or two from her saying things like "where are you, i miss you". (Not sure it's even worth assigning a fake name to her yet. I don't have ANY idea who she really was and I don't recall her name being spoken in the dream. Moving on.) As I looked through his phone, attempting to learn more of their relationship I saw an old friend of mine and him had been texting. Even though I knew it was a bad idea at the time, I texted the friend as me in an attempt to start talking to them again. It was then the door opened and a security guard walked in.
I wish I had something exciting to say for why he was there... but I've got nothing. I remember tossing the phone back on Jekyll's bed, talking to the guard and... then him leaving. I think he had to go because he got a call on his radio.
Typing all of this out, I'm starting to remember that the girl from the texts was in the apartment with me as the guard arrived. I vaguely remember showing her around the rooms, pointing out where I sleep, and then the guard showing up. It may have even been her who came in and caused me to toss the phone onto Jekyll's bed. It's all bits and pieces though.
Jekyll came home later and promptly noticed his phone had been touched. I'm unsure if he had seen that I had sent texts on it or not, but he was immediately rushing into my room and angrily yelling at me about it. There was even a point where he had me held against the wall and was about to get violent. Something I don't remember him ever being in real life. I started explaining how I saw it with the broken piece, saw it was flashing with the texts and how I was a generally curious guy. Too curious for his own good. Eventually he backed off and left.
And that's where the Part A ended. Normally if I dream of lost loved ones they're... nice. It's like they're actually there with me as something happens and it's nice to see them again. This time it was very different with my brother being a skewed version of his real self. I can't say I enjoyed it.
Part B will be in the next entry since this one was so long.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Apparently I like Jeeps...
The dream started, for some reason, at the home of Jonathan Paula. That's not really an important part of the story, but I felt it was worth noting since it was so... Random. I can't remember if he was present, if I was visiting him or if I had just happened upon his home and was looking around in the garage. (I really hope it wasn't that last one because that's a weeeee bit creepy)
At one point a woman showed up and I had to hide so she wouldn't see me. Every fiber of my being says I knew or recognized this girl from somewhere, but I can't recall who she was. One thing I do remember, quite clearly, was that she had just gotten a new Jeep. A very nice looking "new" Jeep. A Jeep that I... stole. For some reason. Flat out snuck in the vehicle and took it without any reason.
Before I continue, let's think about this for a second... Dream me is 1) Snooping around the garage of someone he doesn't know, but has seen on the internet a few times. 2) Stealing cars of other people while hiding from them in said garage.
This makes no sense to me since I don't have much interest in driving. Hell, I don't even have my license yet... Dream me didn't. To make matters worse I didn't want to be seen "stealing" the car so I was crouched down pressing the accelerator/brakes with my hands. What?
What followed was a long drive, trying to keep the car straight, avoiding other cars, maintaining the speed limit and of course.... dodging any police cars I happened to see. Just as I thought I was out of harm's way what happens? I hit a car... I don't even stop in the dream but instead go faster to get as far away as I can. I remember scaling this semi-steep hill in an attempt to do just that. I don't know what I was planning to do with this Jeep... I surely couldn't keep it and I must have left plenty of evidence all over it to prove I was the one driving. In the end I pulled into a parking lot, parked it behind some dollar store and ran.
Then I woke up.
- Alonso
At one point a woman showed up and I had to hide so she wouldn't see me. Every fiber of my being says I knew or recognized this girl from somewhere, but I can't recall who she was. One thing I do remember, quite clearly, was that she had just gotten a new Jeep. A very nice looking "new" Jeep. A Jeep that I... stole. For some reason. Flat out snuck in the vehicle and took it without any reason.
Before I continue, let's think about this for a second... Dream me is 1) Snooping around the garage of someone he doesn't know, but has seen on the internet a few times. 2) Stealing cars of other people while hiding from them in said garage.
This makes no sense to me since I don't have much interest in driving. Hell, I don't even have my license yet... Dream me didn't. To make matters worse I didn't want to be seen "stealing" the car so I was crouched down pressing the accelerator/brakes with my hands. What?
What followed was a long drive, trying to keep the car straight, avoiding other cars, maintaining the speed limit and of course.... dodging any police cars I happened to see. Just as I thought I was out of harm's way what happens? I hit a car... I don't even stop in the dream but instead go faster to get as far away as I can. I remember scaling this semi-steep hill in an attempt to do just that. I don't know what I was planning to do with this Jeep... I surely couldn't keep it and I must have left plenty of evidence all over it to prove I was the one driving. In the end I pulled into a parking lot, parked it behind some dollar store and ran.
Then I woke up.
- Alonso
Thursday, February 3, 2011
What the heck?
So! Wooooooooo boy. I don't have ANY idea how this one started off. Nada. I think I can kind of piece some things together from later events, but these are only guesses.
I actually have no idea where to begin so I'll go from the first thing I remember. I was sight-seeing... some place... with a friend I hadn't seen in a long time (in the dream). I remember bits being awkward since we were going places along with her boyfriend but for all purposes it may have been a date type day. He seemed to just go with it though even sitting in the back seat in the car/front seat driving as we sat in the backseats staring at things around us. No idea, but he seemed find so I guess that's all that mattered.
The locations we visited are kind of a blur, but one thing that stands out is a ride we took that was pretty much a 4D theater. All of the walls in front and on the sides of us were screens and a portion of the floor was cut away to show another screen below us. We were flying over either a lake or river, so I can assume it was a nature video of some kind, and watching ducks swimming all around us. I remember doing a couple of those 4D theaters before as a kid and the feeling of being "IN" the movie playing was really amazing. I think at one point I even started getting motion sickness...
Anyway, someone remarked how they wondered how this was shot so cleanly because there wasn't a ripple of water under "us" while the ducks all around would make them with the slightest touch. I think we settled on some kind of helicopter after minutes of "could it be this?", "no, what about that?". We finally got our answer as we swooped along this ridge and saw a small helicopter hanging a guy upside down as he filmed what was underneath him. A job I could never do. Never. Dear god don't you dare hang me from anything let alone a helicopter. A helicopter flying over water.With ducks.
It was about here where the dream started shifting. We were at some public speaking event. What was discussed, I don't know. How we got there, I don't know, Why it smelled like mustard, I do not know. I do, however, remember this annoying child in front of me prodding her, my friend, why she was out with me and not him. Mind you, this kid has to be no older than 12 but he had a mouth on him that would rival people double my age. She eventually stood up for me since I refused to respond to him, going as far as making him run off crying. No idea how. I think that scene was cut for the Director's Cut coming out next fall.
I don't know if we changed places again or if this was left over from the first part, but next we were walking along at my former high school. I think it was reunion time and I was bumping into people I hadn't seen in many years. The kid was there and still making a fuss about my friend being there with me instead of him, for some reason.
I wish I knew why or how things changed again, but I wound up walking past some room where there was a big internet broadcast going, I'm assuming, for McDonalds. The room was pretty packed with people, many from ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.com for some reason, and I remember a big hoopla about the live broadcast starting soon. As things began my attention shifted and I lost all focus on what was being said. Odd thing is I don't recall at all what I was watching instead of this big internet event. I know at one point someone bumped into the "transmitter" and the connection was instantly lost. (Think about the scene in Jurassic Park where Grant touched the monitor, causing it to flicker heavily) Of course since this was my dream I wound up leaning on the transmitter, causing a bunch of yells and angry glares from all of these people, causing me to leave. Slowly. I think I was trying to go for a comedic "Ha... Oh... Sorry... I'll... just be going... Ha... Kay..." type of exit. But no one laughed...
As I sat away from the cameras and people this older man started talking to me about the event. It turns out he was a major developer for McDonalds' happy meal toys. Hey, shut up. I thought it was cool. :( We kept talking and he took me to this display case he kept next to his desk that housed so many older toys. Many of which I remember from when I was a kid and would love to get again one day. (In particular complete sets of the Changeables. Pic 1. Pic 2.) He even at one point opened the case and let me play with a few of them on his desk, remarking how he's glad to see people still appreciate his work.
And, that was it. Either that's all that happened or that's just what I remembered.
- Alonso
I actually have no idea where to begin so I'll go from the first thing I remember. I was sight-seeing... some place... with a friend I hadn't seen in a long time (in the dream). I remember bits being awkward since we were going places along with her boyfriend but for all purposes it may have been a date type day. He seemed to just go with it though even sitting in the back seat in the car/front seat driving as we sat in the backseats staring at things around us. No idea, but he seemed find so I guess that's all that mattered.
The locations we visited are kind of a blur, but one thing that stands out is a ride we took that was pretty much a 4D theater. All of the walls in front and on the sides of us were screens and a portion of the floor was cut away to show another screen below us. We were flying over either a lake or river, so I can assume it was a nature video of some kind, and watching ducks swimming all around us. I remember doing a couple of those 4D theaters before as a kid and the feeling of being "IN" the movie playing was really amazing. I think at one point I even started getting motion sickness...
Anyway, someone remarked how they wondered how this was shot so cleanly because there wasn't a ripple of water under "us" while the ducks all around would make them with the slightest touch. I think we settled on some kind of helicopter after minutes of "could it be this?", "no, what about that?". We finally got our answer as we swooped along this ridge and saw a small helicopter hanging a guy upside down as he filmed what was underneath him. A job I could never do. Never. Dear god don't you dare hang me from anything let alone a helicopter. A helicopter flying over water.With ducks.
It was about here where the dream started shifting. We were at some public speaking event. What was discussed, I don't know. How we got there, I don't know, Why it smelled like mustard, I do not know. I do, however, remember this annoying child in front of me prodding her, my friend, why she was out with me and not him. Mind you, this kid has to be no older than 12 but he had a mouth on him that would rival people double my age. She eventually stood up for me since I refused to respond to him, going as far as making him run off crying. No idea how. I think that scene was cut for the Director's Cut coming out next fall.
I don't know if we changed places again or if this was left over from the first part, but next we were walking along at my former high school. I think it was reunion time and I was bumping into people I hadn't seen in many years. The kid was there and still making a fuss about my friend being there with me instead of him, for some reason.
I wish I knew why or how things changed again, but I wound up walking past some room where there was a big internet broadcast going, I'm assuming, for McDonalds. The room was pretty packed with people, many from ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.com for some reason, and I remember a big hoopla about the live broadcast starting soon. As things began my attention shifted and I lost all focus on what was being said. Odd thing is I don't recall at all what I was watching instead of this big internet event. I know at one point someone bumped into the "transmitter" and the connection was instantly lost. (Think about the scene in Jurassic Park where Grant touched the monitor, causing it to flicker heavily) Of course since this was my dream I wound up leaning on the transmitter, causing a bunch of yells and angry glares from all of these people, causing me to leave. Slowly. I think I was trying to go for a comedic "Ha... Oh... Sorry... I'll... just be going... Ha... Kay..." type of exit. But no one laughed...
As I sat away from the cameras and people this older man started talking to me about the event. It turns out he was a major developer for McDonalds' happy meal toys. Hey, shut up. I thought it was cool. :( We kept talking and he took me to this display case he kept next to his desk that housed so many older toys. Many of which I remember from when I was a kid and would love to get again one day. (In particular complete sets of the Changeables. Pic 1. Pic 2.) He even at one point opened the case and let me play with a few of them on his desk, remarking how he's glad to see people still appreciate his work.
And, that was it. Either that's all that happened or that's just what I remembered.
- Alonso
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Again with people I never see? Really?
Dream started with a friend (the one from the Comcast dream) and I going to a friend of his' house. The guy lived pretty far off and for some reason I was taking my bike (with pedals) while he took his bike (with an engine). After some time we arrived and I was blown away by how large of a house the guy's (or kid depending on how old I was)home was. We also met up with another friend that I haven't seen in years, so it was odd he was there as well.
It's all somewhat a blur what we did there. I know I brought some movies to watch, but I can't remember us actually watching anything. It's as if the dream fast forwarded to us leaving and me getting my stuff packed up starting with gathering my movies. The problem was my movies had gotten mixed up in his DVDs on the floor and he couldn't remember what was mine or his, suggesting I leave mine behind until HE can figure it out. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my movies. The thought of someone having something I own is bad enough, but if it's some of my DVDs I get really twitchy. I got twitchy. He started getting angry. Words were exchanged, tempers flared, but he eventually backed off and let me get my stuff.
Also, in a bit of "hey, this is related to present day!" bidness; I recently got a Wii and joined Club Nintendo. If you buy any Wii/DS games they have a code you put in to register them and get points you can apply towards physical items or prizes if you get enough. I've been running around going through all of my games, my sister's games, my mom's games. Thought that was funny this little thing popped up in the dream as I was tempted to go through his large collection of DS cartridge boxes.
I only mention this because it was... Well, it was weird... But as we were leaving I found my hoodie with the help of the guy/kid's mom after it was hidden under a large pile of clothes and went outside to see that friend 2, who I'll call Bill had brought his car, offering me a ride home. A ride home instead of riding my bike for god knows how many miles? Kay, bro. However, five minutes into it I remember I left my bike back so we turned around. I don't know the reason for this... not at all... but I wound up going around the house and seeing their grandmother in the basement. It's hard to explain what she was doing but think of Granny Addams (from the two good Addams Family movies) in her kitchen/laboratory mixing up whatever it was she mixed. For those of you who have never seen those movies, sorry, I can't find a Youtube clip for you. She had a hard time understanding that I was looking for my bike, but eventually directed me to a hidden room with a small collection of bikes, mine included. What's odd is at this point I can remember putting my bike in there, but I couldn't any time before.
I got my bike, somehow fastened it to the friend's car and we took off. One thing to know is these two friends loved speed. If we went anywhere it was done very quickly, even though I get very nervous in cars. Bill was in the military both in real life and the dream, and somehow was exempt from being pulled over or getting traffic tickets due to his special license plate. This came in handy when him and friend 1 were going insanely fast and not one, not two, but three cop cars pulled out behind us. Bill pulled over, eventually, and one cop car sped past. Two cop cars sped past. Three... Where's the third? Oh! The third pulled behind us anyway, cool.
He was your standard stereotypical officer you see in movies. Chewing tobacco, southern accent, aviator shades, hating anyone who's close to being a teenager. The dialog between him and Bill was hard to remember, but I remember he was very nonchalant as the cop tore into him verbally. He never issued a ticket, but he did all he could to make us feel bad before getting back in his car and leaving. That's where things really start getting fuzzy, and I think I woke up.
Did friend 1 ever get a ticket? Did we speed all the way home? Did I really take some DS game codes when the other guy wasn't looking? No idea.
It's all somewhat a blur what we did there. I know I brought some movies to watch, but I can't remember us actually watching anything. It's as if the dream fast forwarded to us leaving and me getting my stuff packed up starting with gathering my movies. The problem was my movies had gotten mixed up in his DVDs on the floor and he couldn't remember what was mine or his, suggesting I leave mine behind until HE can figure it out. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my movies. The thought of someone having something I own is bad enough, but if it's some of my DVDs I get really twitchy. I got twitchy. He started getting angry. Words were exchanged, tempers flared, but he eventually backed off and let me get my stuff.
Also, in a bit of "hey, this is related to present day!" bidness; I recently got a Wii and joined Club Nintendo. If you buy any Wii/DS games they have a code you put in to register them and get points you can apply towards physical items or prizes if you get enough. I've been running around going through all of my games, my sister's games, my mom's games. Thought that was funny this little thing popped up in the dream as I was tempted to go through his large collection of DS cartridge boxes.
I only mention this because it was... Well, it was weird... But as we were leaving I found my hoodie with the help of the guy/kid's mom after it was hidden under a large pile of clothes and went outside to see that friend 2, who I'll call Bill had brought his car, offering me a ride home. A ride home instead of riding my bike for god knows how many miles? Kay, bro. However, five minutes into it I remember I left my bike back so we turned around. I don't know the reason for this... not at all... but I wound up going around the house and seeing their grandmother in the basement. It's hard to explain what she was doing but think of Granny Addams (from the two good Addams Family movies) in her kitchen/laboratory mixing up whatever it was she mixed. For those of you who have never seen those movies, sorry, I can't find a Youtube clip for you. She had a hard time understanding that I was looking for my bike, but eventually directed me to a hidden room with a small collection of bikes, mine included. What's odd is at this point I can remember putting my bike in there, but I couldn't any time before.
I got my bike, somehow fastened it to the friend's car and we took off. One thing to know is these two friends loved speed. If we went anywhere it was done very quickly, even though I get very nervous in cars. Bill was in the military both in real life and the dream, and somehow was exempt from being pulled over or getting traffic tickets due to his special license plate. This came in handy when him and friend 1 were going insanely fast and not one, not two, but three cop cars pulled out behind us. Bill pulled over, eventually, and one cop car sped past. Two cop cars sped past. Three... Where's the third? Oh! The third pulled behind us anyway, cool.
He was your standard stereotypical officer you see in movies. Chewing tobacco, southern accent, aviator shades, hating anyone who's close to being a teenager. The dialog between him and Bill was hard to remember, but I remember he was very nonchalant as the cop tore into him verbally. He never issued a ticket, but he did all he could to make us feel bad before getting back in his car and leaving. That's where things really start getting fuzzy, and I think I woke up.
Did friend 1 ever get a ticket? Did we speed all the way home? Did I really take some DS game codes when the other guy wasn't looking? No idea.
Friday, January 21, 2011
They can't all be sunshine and lollipops
The dream began like they all do. Present day. Present actions. Blah blah blah. The only difference that I can seemingly recall was that I was in the middle of an online/long distance relationship thing. Everything seemed to be going well, from what I remember, and life seemed pretty good.
Too good.
In the dream I had met the person* via a website. It's really hard to describe what it was, but if I HAD to put it into words it'd be "4Chan, with a visual graphics that remind me of the night club scenes in Batman Beyond" (Terrible example, but it's hard to find clips on Youtube.) To my knowledge we hadn't traded any "real" information besides names so looking back I guess I really didn't know them at all besides what we had talked about in chats. We had also been doing so for dare I say two years, so I felt as if I truly knew the person. Without even seeing them? Dream me is weird.
Skip to the end, in a thread I see a similar style post from someone that reminds me greatly of this person and I eventually learn they don't exist. Not as I know them at least. It reminded me a lot of the movie Catfish, except the person on the other end wasn't a lonely (but kind) mother looking for an escape. It was a twenty something out to hurt people because they were bored. I asked them about it, they confirmed and after a great deal of "LOLOLOLOLOLOLs" severed all contact with me.
One of the "perks" of being anti-social is you really don't make friends often. I have no shame admitting I only have one real life friend while I may have perhaps ten more "good" friends online. It's not something I throw around all willy nilly, but I even consider some of my online friends to be my besties if only because of how we click. I value my friends greatly and the thought of not being able to talk to them anymore hurts extremely much. This person especially.
And that's where I woke up. I've had all kinds of dreams that have gotten to me in one shape or form, and I can tell you this was one of those times where it really got to me. I can't remember the last time I woke up feeling so distraught. I know it was only a dream, but I guess it was in part because you don't truly know someone online. You can talk for hours a day, months, years, etc and still not know the "true" person behind the wall of text. Something I rarely think about, to be honest.
* Said person might be based on someone I know. Even though I doubt anyone I know will even read this I'm not giving any details to "out" who it may or may not be.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Let's see if I can remember this...
Last night was a very odd dream, which is why I'm posting about it. The problem is when I woke up I was too groggy to type it all out and didn't even remember it happening until right this moment.
The dream started... I don't know. No really. When the dream started events were already in motion. I had downloaded so much content illegally that Comcast was sending someone to either arrest or kill me. I can only assume this came from an email I got a few months back about downloading Scott Pilgrim vs the World . That's seriously how the dream began. In this alternate universe both of my parents were still alive, I was still friends with people I haven't talked to in years, but it was still "present" day. My sister was missing too. Not sure if she simply didn't exist or was hiding from my dream cameraman.
I really do wish I could piece more of this together, but events all felt rushed and really random. My family was working on getting me out of there so I could run from this guy coming to get me (Played by Sean Bean in the dream) and it was a race against time to get me off. My friend and I were trying to collect as much stuff as we needed, while not packing too much. Why? We were leaving on a new motorcycle bought specifically for our getaway. It's hard to explain much about this bike, but if you've seen American Chopper think of the most extreme "chopper" they could ever make. If that doesn't help imagine the Batpod from The Dark Knight. I don't know just go with it.
I was rushing around gathering the necessities: Messenger bag, laptop, power cord.... cat. I tried to stuff my cat into the bag, but was saddened to see he wouldn't fit. Moving along. I ran outside and my dad met me with a large sum of cash (roughly $5000) saying he had sold his car to help get me some funds to survive on Why we didn't keep the car and use the money to buy the bike is beyond me. and it was time to go on our journey! The topic came up over where we were going; whether we were going to be on the move or settle down in one place to wait things out. We didn't even know so you won't either.
We loaded up on the bike and then the question was uttered. Alonso aren't you bringing any clothes? "No! Of course not! I'm going to re-wear what I've got on, you fools!" Hey don't look at me, dream me said it. From there I was forced to pack some fresh clothes to wear and overheard someone mention how due to the frame of the bike we couldn't ride it more than two months before it would literally fall apart. Awesome. Reloaded, saying goodbye to my cat and making sure everyone KNEW to take care of him. He likes being scratched under his chin, his belly rubbed and the scruff of his neck tugged pretty hard.
We rode off to the waves of my family and people I didn't even recognize. Just as we were off an apache landed and out stepped Bean with a very large gun, very angry and glaring off into what I can only call "the camera". That's when it ended. You can imagine I woke up very confused. I'll never know whether we outran the long arm of Comcast or not. Did we live in a hotel? Did we move from place to place for years to come?
So many questions. No answers.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
o.o
For some reason my family was taking a trip to Idaho. I don't remember the reason why, but I don't think it was revealed in the dream either. While in Idaho I ran into the Shaytards family and they thought it'd be fun if I tagged along with them on their outing. Sounds fun so far, huh? For some bizarre reason they were visiting a Disney warehouse/museum... A place that stored full sets from various Disney movies, props and oddest of all; Muppets. It was a warehouse for storing anything and everything Muppet related. Every puppet over the years. Why is this place in Idaho again? Since we were visiting this place I thought it'd be fun to bring a Muppet themed playset so I could... No idea why.
When in this place I pretty much fell behind as Shaycarl dis his usual shenanigans and his wife filmed him doing so. I like the Shaytards, I really do, but I have to admit sometimes Shaycarl can do things in public that would annoy me if I was visiting/worked there. While they did this I too was filming since this was stuff I wanted to share on my own Youtube channel. Something I found odd was Katielette would pop into frame, blocking my shot for many things. Almost as if she had intended to ruin what I was filming. We eventually came to the Muppet portion and I was shocked to find they didn't have a kitchen set like I was carrying so I let them put it on display while we continued wandering around. Time passed, places were scene including a giant library set from Alice in Wonderland and it was time to go.
We all piled into the Shaytards van to leave until I remembered to go back and get the playset, something the family seemed annoyed at. I ran inside, met a woman behind the desk who had no idea who I was or what I was talking about, but finally understood that I was "the kid" who "loaned the thing". It was then that the thousands of Muppets on the tables around us came to life and put on a musical number. A scary. Scary. Musical number. Then they all went back to "sleep" and I went to get my toy, shrugging the whole thing off. As I was making sure everything was intact the room shifted so an entire class of students was watching a video on the sole TV, oblivious to what I was doing.
It was then that my mom suddenly appeared as if she had been there the whole time. You know how you fall asleep watching a movie channel and later when you wake up a "late night movie" is on? You stumble to find the remote and pray no one walked by, heard the moans coming from your room and thought poor of you. This suddenly happened to the TV and my mom was deeply embarrassed as she tried changing the channel, the class watching her with disgust.
Another jump and it's the end. I'm back in the van with the Tards and asking if I could use some of their footage on my Youtube since a lot of my stuff had been ruined. No biggie. Of course they said sure, but by the end they had put it all on their channel and had not gotten back to me. I sad faced and everything faded to black.
When in this place I pretty much fell behind as Shaycarl dis his usual shenanigans and his wife filmed him doing so. I like the Shaytards, I really do, but I have to admit sometimes Shaycarl can do things in public that would annoy me if I was visiting/worked there. While they did this I too was filming since this was stuff I wanted to share on my own Youtube channel. Something I found odd was Katielette would pop into frame, blocking my shot for many things. Almost as if she had intended to ruin what I was filming. We eventually came to the Muppet portion and I was shocked to find they didn't have a kitchen set like I was carrying so I let them put it on display while we continued wandering around. Time passed, places were scene including a giant library set from Alice in Wonderland and it was time to go.
We all piled into the Shaytards van to leave until I remembered to go back and get the playset, something the family seemed annoyed at. I ran inside, met a woman behind the desk who had no idea who I was or what I was talking about, but finally understood that I was "the kid" who "loaned the thing". It was then that the thousands of Muppets on the tables around us came to life and put on a musical number. A scary. Scary. Musical number. Then they all went back to "sleep" and I went to get my toy, shrugging the whole thing off. As I was making sure everything was intact the room shifted so an entire class of students was watching a video on the sole TV, oblivious to what I was doing.
It was then that my mom suddenly appeared as if she had been there the whole time. You know how you fall asleep watching a movie channel and later when you wake up a "late night movie" is on? You stumble to find the remote and pray no one walked by, heard the moans coming from your room and thought poor of you. This suddenly happened to the TV and my mom was deeply embarrassed as she tried changing the channel, the class watching her with disgust.
Another jump and it's the end. I'm back in the van with the Tards and asking if I could use some of their footage on my Youtube since a lot of my stuff had been ruined. No biggie. Of course they said sure, but by the end they had put it all on their channel and had not gotten back to me. I sad faced and everything faded to black.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Gene Shalit?! Get out of here! (This one is very long)
Most of my dreams start off fairly normal. It's present day, people I know are there, things progress like any other day. At one point, however, they skew off into a whole new direction for a number of unknown reasons. This was one of those dreams.
It started off with me hearing the doorbell ringing, and rushing to see what package the mail man had brought me. Something that admittedly happens two-three times a week and is a daily moment I look forward to. I opened the door to find a new mail man I had never met before with a HUGE pile of packages at his feet. I opened the screen door and he immediately got excited, "Hey there, Alonso! Boy you sure got a large shipment today! Hoo hoo hoo!" I knew this guy was off from the moment I opened the door, but whatever. He's just a friendly mail man.
Before I continue, let's describe this jolly post man: He was roughly six feet tall, pretty chunky like myself but much much older. It didn't occur to me until later, but he had the face of Gene Shalit with white hair and the voice of Rip Taylor. No wonder I was horrified.
Anywho! Being the friendly mail man he is, he decided to help me carry in this huge army of boxes. Before this, however, he had a game he wanted to play. "Guess what you got today!" In this dream I had bought the Ultimate Cut of Watchmen off eBay and it had arrived today. To help me with this he had opened it and given clues as to what the mystery item was. As I'd guess he'd hand me a disc at a time until finally giving me the box to put everything in. Dream me was growing very agitated with this new guy.
After everything was carried in he... decided to say hello to the family. He rushed up to my sister "Oh you look adorable today, Gretchen!" and gave her an awkward hug. "Oh hello, Mrs. Palonso!", he said as he rushed up to her and gave a long... looooong hug. My mom's face proving that she too had no idea who this guy was. I had had enough and rushed to get the nearest thing I could find. I grabbed.... a remote control... and hit him over the head with it, chasing him out of the house. As he was outside he was yelling at us and ran to his mail truck to leave.
Now I have no idea why it was this way in the dream, but he had a piece of paper on the truck with a name and truck number. I made sure to jot those down and contact both the post office and police. Upon further inspection using Google I found the guy was wanted in many states for posing as a postal employee, stalking people and killing them. (I know this is too easy and stupid that he uses the same name for each crime. It's a dream. Go with it.) The police then showed up and told us they not only had found him, but he had been arrested.
Some time passed in the dream and life seemed normal. We had gotten in the car to leave until we noticed behind us was a parked mail truck, blocking us in the driveway. Closing the door to alert my mom Mr. Mail Man appeared in the back seats, hands still bound with some cable tie, talking to us about how it wasn't nice calling to cops.
Oh
From here things begin to get hazy, but the dream then shifted to a typical horror film chase. Killer is stalking prey. Prey is trying to hide in a industrial type location. Prey is... female? Wait a minute, this isn't the mail man chasing her... Oh... He's the partner of the first guy who is now dead? Okay... Let's run with it and see what happens. Things happens, girl avoids him, police show up and kill the guy. As the reporters are interviewing this woman, who I now see to be a 70's Jamie Lee Curtis, she goes into detail about how he had stalked her and her family, how creepy he was for a mail man, how she beat him, etc.
Then that was it. No word on me, my family, Shalit looking mail man. The audience (my mind) had gotten bored with the current story, so I was recast as Jamie Lee Curtis and the main villain was killed off screen.
The kicker? I go onto Youtube and what do I see in the side ad?
CURRRRRRRRTTIISSSSSSSSSS
It started off with me hearing the doorbell ringing, and rushing to see what package the mail man had brought me. Something that admittedly happens two-three times a week and is a daily moment I look forward to. I opened the door to find a new mail man I had never met before with a HUGE pile of packages at his feet. I opened the screen door and he immediately got excited, "Hey there, Alonso! Boy you sure got a large shipment today! Hoo hoo hoo!" I knew this guy was off from the moment I opened the door, but whatever. He's just a friendly mail man.
Before I continue, let's describe this jolly post man: He was roughly six feet tall, pretty chunky like myself but much much older. It didn't occur to me until later, but he had the face of Gene Shalit with white hair and the voice of Rip Taylor. No wonder I was horrified.
Anywho! Being the friendly mail man he is, he decided to help me carry in this huge army of boxes. Before this, however, he had a game he wanted to play. "Guess what you got today!" In this dream I had bought the Ultimate Cut of Watchmen off eBay and it had arrived today. To help me with this he had opened it and given clues as to what the mystery item was. As I'd guess he'd hand me a disc at a time until finally giving me the box to put everything in. Dream me was growing very agitated with this new guy.
After everything was carried in he... decided to say hello to the family. He rushed up to my sister "Oh you look adorable today, Gretchen!" and gave her an awkward hug. "Oh hello, Mrs. Palonso!", he said as he rushed up to her and gave a long... looooong hug. My mom's face proving that she too had no idea who this guy was. I had had enough and rushed to get the nearest thing I could find. I grabbed.... a remote control... and hit him over the head with it, chasing him out of the house. As he was outside he was yelling at us and ran to his mail truck to leave.
Now I have no idea why it was this way in the dream, but he had a piece of paper on the truck with a name and truck number. I made sure to jot those down and contact both the post office and police. Upon further inspection using Google I found the guy was wanted in many states for posing as a postal employee, stalking people and killing them. (I know this is too easy and stupid that he uses the same name for each crime. It's a dream. Go with it.) The police then showed up and told us they not only had found him, but he had been arrested.
Some time passed in the dream and life seemed normal. We had gotten in the car to leave until we noticed behind us was a parked mail truck, blocking us in the driveway. Closing the door to alert my mom Mr. Mail Man appeared in the back seats, hands still bound with some cable tie, talking to us about how it wasn't nice calling to cops.
Oh
From here things begin to get hazy, but the dream then shifted to a typical horror film chase. Killer is stalking prey. Prey is trying to hide in a industrial type location. Prey is... female? Wait a minute, this isn't the mail man chasing her... Oh... He's the partner of the first guy who is now dead? Okay... Let's run with it and see what happens. Things happens, girl avoids him, police show up and kill the guy. As the reporters are interviewing this woman, who I now see to be a 70's Jamie Lee Curtis, she goes into detail about how he had stalked her and her family, how creepy he was for a mail man, how she beat him, etc.
Then that was it. No word on me, my family, Shalit looking mail man. The audience (my mind) had gotten bored with the current story, so I was recast as Jamie Lee Curtis and the main villain was killed off screen.
The kicker? I go onto Youtube and what do I see in the side ad?
CURRRRRRRRTTIISSSSSSSSSS
Introduction.
Not that you've read it or anything, but like my blog on my own stupidity this will serve as a log of dreams I have. I've had some truly bizarre ones and really wish I had written them down so I could look back and smile. Or shudder.
Hopefully I'll remember to update this as dreams happen, but I know I'll miss some down the road. It's inevitable.
Hope you enjoy the stories,
Alonso
Hopefully I'll remember to update this as dreams happen, but I know I'll miss some down the road. It's inevitable.
Hope you enjoy the stories,
Alonso
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