The Dreams of Hannah

I had one of those long involved dreams where EVERYONE is in it. I remember being in a car with Katie, sitting in the passenger seat. She was driving me and a couple girls somewhere, and the guys were following in a car behind us. Except there really weren't any other girls in the van, but Tim (well he's her brother so I guess that makes sense in sort of a dream way that she has to drive him wherever we're going) and Ethan were both there and complaining about this school parade they were in together. (Although considering one's at SHS and one's at...er, whatever middle school is in Milledgeville, that's rather unlikely that they'd be in a school parade together.) Apparently some gym teacher, a Mr. someone-or-other, was notorious for doing cheesy things at these parades.

The girls (or...er, what was supposed to be the girls' car anyway) arrived at our destination and the guys were there already and very irate, because we didn't wait for them at some place. "You were supposed to wait!" they kept saying. "And we were waiting for you to wait!"

The other bits I remember is us all being in the van on our way home from a missions trip (see, it's that missions trip coming back to haunt me again) and PJ stopped off at a McDonald's for people to go in and eat. I somehow magically transported a strawberry milkshake (ew) from Steak & Shake across the street into the seat next to me. As soon as I got it, however, I realized I didn't really like strawberry and much preferred chocolate. Then PJ and the rest of the peoples showed up and PJ said, "I forgot to mention you guys could go across to Steak & Shake if you wanted!" Then he started up the van and said, "Yeah...I had about 20 of those shakes last night...yum!"

Then we were in the church basement talking and Melanie had a can of 7-Up and she and Bethany were mixing it with her milkshake (sort of like a root beer float I suppose except a 7-Up float) and they were all amazed by how the ice cream settled to the bottom and the 7-Up stayed up at the top. Nich pointed out that he and Jayme usually put chili in between the layers of ice cream and 7-Up, and everyone responded appropriately: "Ew!!!"

Then we were in the church basement but it was really an airplane, and this really goofy-looking lady walks in with like a feather boa and a stupid hat on. She goes up to the front row, removes Andie's baby seat from a chair, and seats herself there and says with this really goofy voice, "I think I'll sit here." Paula apparently got really ticked off about that, and stood up and gave this long speech about how she was "Imammitating" us. In my dream this did have a significance, it was a messed-up prounciation of the word "Imitating" and she really meant more along the lines of "Corrupting." Yes, confusing. But yeah, and she was yelling at the woman for having a top cut too low (but it really WASN'T - it was perfectly acceptable!) and said in disgust, "Look at that! Blood running everywhere!"

Yeah... wow...

Labels: andie, bethany h, ethan, jayme, katie, melanie, nich, paula, PJ, tim

I had along involved dream last night... I remember at one point discussing with my mom how all the original four kids in the Left Behind: The Kids series died (er... far as I know, they don't... 'course I haven't gotten to the end of the series, maybe they all suddenly die).

Then we were suddenly all running from the police or something, but they were like, Nazis, and wanted to kill us just because we were Christians. So we were jumping out windows (John from Miss Saigon was there... *blink* singing "Bui-Doi" the whole time) and going in and out back doors and going through stoves which magically landed us outside...

Also, I saw a production of The Wizard of Oz in which Dorothy went to go visit The Witch but didn't like visiting her because The Witch kept like pulling on her hair.

Labels: left behind, miss saigon, the wizard of oz

I had a dream that my daughter (er, yeah, a nonexistent way-in-the-future maybe daughter) was in a Guys and Dolls play and she made me call up Hollywood and ask if they had the original set for the Guys and Dolls movie. The guys in Hollywood said the lot was still there, but the set had been burned down long ago. So then my daughter was like, "Then I have nowhere to hide my mic!" Er... yeah. LOL. So I said, "Well, how about in your pocket?" and she goes, "Mom. I'm wearing a dress. We don't HAVE pockets." So I said, "Well, how about under your wig?" and she goes, "Mom! I'm not WEARING a wig!" Very very odd...

Labels: guys and dolls

I dreamed that Manda had a fish in a Ziploc bag full of water. The fish was rather large, and looked like Marlin from Finding Nemo. Its tail was sticking out of the bag. I knew Manda was trying to get it to the toilet where it was going to stay (lol, why she thought this a good place to keep her pet, I have no clue). So the tail was wiggling around in the air and I asked if there was anything I could do to help. She said, "Grab a hold of his tail and shake him." I was a bit dubious, but did so. However, as soon as I lifted the fish out, it began shaking itself, wiggling in an effort to get out of my hands. I tried holding on, but found myself grabbing its face. Since Manda had said to hold it by the tail, I was like "Oh no!" So I tried to hold onto its tail but it flopped out of my hands and onto the floor. I tried to catch it, and looked up, and saw Manda with a look of "Oh, great..." on her face.

Labels: finding nemo, manda

I dreamed that Rodney Rathbone from Adventures in Odyssey won some kind of contest and won bunches and bunches of chocolate Hershey bars. He was trying to carry them to his home across the street. He went across first, then Bart and I followed behind, carrying more candy bars. We tried to be careful taking them across the street so we wouldn't drop them, but by the time we got to the other side of the street, most of the candy bars were in the road. Cars were swerving all around them. Bart and I just shrugged and kept going.

When we got to the house, Rodney was there with some unnamed friend. I got the impression that the friend was someone who had a bad influence on him. (Heh. If we're thinking about the character's personalities, Rodney really should have been Butch and the friend should have been Rodney...) Rodney had decided not to go back to school, and I kept persuading him to go back. The friend just stood silently, watching.

At one point, Rodney sat down next to the house, and Bart went inside to fight the friend. We had been using physical violence to convince him - not really a good idea, now that I think of it. I had hit both of them with a long pole which, surprisingly, drew blood on both of them. It scratched Rodney across the back and produced a bloody lump on his friend's head.

This time, though, I tried to talk sense with Rodney. I sat down in front of him, in fact he was almost on my lap, and tried to talk with him. As I did, I could hear things being broken inside the house as Bart and the friend fought furiously. Suddenly, I saw this hand creep out from under the house and, trying to grab my foot, ended up tickling my stomach. I JUMPED out of bed and woke up. :)

Labels: adventures in odyssey

Heard: "I'm not allowed to say anything, so stop asking"
As: "I'm not allowed to sing to Mrs. Carbaskin"

I had a dream that the youth group was on a missions trip (I keep having those- maybe my subconscious is making up for the fact that I'm not going with the youth on their trip this year) but along the way we were running from something. I remember Jasmine tipping over tables as we ran out of the room so that the people following us wouldn't be able to escape. Katie thought it was great fun. At one point we went out a window.

Then we as a drama group went to see Hello, Dolly! up at Circa '21. As we walked into the theater (coming from the stage doors, I might add) the play had already started and we walked around, trying to find a spare seat. I was the first one in line and kept trying to find a good seat- apparently it was freestyle sitting. I kept changing my mind, however, and kept moving around, and Tim was getting irritated because I wouldn't stay in one place.

Labels: circa 21, hello dolly, jasmine h, katie, tim

I had a long dream about a missions trip. At one point, we were eating hamburgers, and I sensed that Stefanie wanted to talk, so I pulled my chair up to hers and she started talking but she was talking really quietly so I couldn't hear all that she had said, only that Tim was in the Special Olympics. So I was thinking, "Oh my gosh! What happened to him?" but I prayed out loud for him and was like, "Lord, please help Tim with whatever's wrong with him..."

Then I heard this burst of laughter behind me, and I turned around and Angela was there laughing hysterically. "What are you laughing at?" I asked, but she just kept laughing and shaking her head. "What did I say?" More laughter and head-shaking. "What did SHE say?" I asked, pointing toward Stefanie. Finally she gathered herself enough to say, "Tim isn't IN the Special Olympics, he volunteered to HELP at the Special Olympics."

Then at some point, Sarah and Jasmine were standing up on chairs and talking about the last missions trip. Jasmine was like, "And all you did the whole week was whine" (in a very whiny tone) "'I wanna go home! I wanna go home!' And then when we started to go home you were like, 'I wanna stay here! I wanna stay here!'"

This was all like in the backyard of a hotel while we were waiting for PJ and the other leaders to return from checking out.

Labels: angela w, jasmine h, PJ, sarah j, stefanie, tim

I had a dream that Dad built a tiny rubber baseball playset for Joel, but the problem was that every time he dropped the ball on the rubber board it would just boing out of the room.

Labels: dad, joel

I had a dream that Aladdin and Jasmine had some sort of business they were running out of their hotel room (oy that sounds bad, but don't worry, I'm explaining) where they would do things for people - one girl wanted her boyfriend followed, someone else just wanted a bottle of wine in their hotel room. But at the same time, Jasmine was flirting with Hercules. I remember someone piling a bunch of bubbles in a bathtub and they turned into candy or something and floated out. Really weird. At some point someone painted the windows with black, like a night sky, and then painted stars on there, too...

Labels: aladdin, hercules

I dreamed I was watching a play, and the stage had this trapdoor that was shaped like a big T, and the stage would lift up and out to reveal this trapdoor (not much use as a trap then I suppose) but I was watching some show in which the actors sat in the trap door and pretended to be rowing a boat.

Then I read an article on the show Chicago, starring Chita Rivera and, erm, an Anita somebody. Apparently they were STILL starring in the role on Broadway and commenting on how they thought the movie characters did.

Labels: chicago, chita rivera

I dreamed the youth group was going to South Dakota again in the van. PJ was really irritated because he kept driving into ditches (like DEEP ditches). So when it happened again, he climbed out and apparently something was wrong with the van and he couldn't fix it. He and some other adult leader (not sure who exactly it was) were kneeling a few feet from the van, so I went up to him and he was really really ticked because his shirt was covered with oil and he didn't have any shirt to change into. (Rather intelligent of him coming on a week-long trip without extra clothes. *Rolls eyes*) I told him I had a large-ish shirt that might fight him and he just swatted me away and stomped off to the next town, I think it was to get tools to fix the van.

So we were all sitting in the van (and, might I add, B'qi was there too) and someone screamed, "LOOK! A BUFFALO!" and sure enough, out running along the highway was a buffalo. The van was perched precariously right on the edge of a drop (not a very large one, but still), so I kept telling them not to make any noise or the buffalo would come over here and push us over. I knew that some of them would scream, but I kept hoping they'd listen to me and not scream. However, the buffalo got closer and closer and finally just put his head in the window. I was shocked and then remembered we didn't have any glass in that window for some reason.

Then the buffalo butted us with its head and we rolled over until the van was upside down. It didn't have a ceiling at this point, and so the teens were all standing on the ground with the van floor over their heads. They all started screaming, and I somehow got out and yelled at the buffalo to "go home." Then I pushed until I got the van upright again. It rolled over and took all the teens with it so that we were back in our normal stance.

Labels: b'qi, PJ

I had a dream that Dad was a detective, and he was trying to track down this killer who was a hit-and-run-er. At the police station there was this bulletin board with all the newspaper clippings of the incidents and then notes from the person claiming they had done it. (Although the notes didn't make much sense, they said things like, "Funfun quickquick WRONG.") Every so often a police officer or Dad would go over and cross a word out with a marker, which apparently meant they'd solved some aspect of it.

Then I dreamed Dad was sleeping in his car with the windows rolled down and I went over to him and said, "Dad! I think I've got a clue!" He woke up and I pulled this laser tag score sheet out of a manila envelope and handed it to him. "I think the date March 7 is important, because that's the last time Julian went laser tagging with us!" His eyes widened and he started driving off in the car. I asked to go with him and he said okay.

As we were driving along the road, there were these girls who kept hopping into the middle of the road and doing like gymnastics stuff. We just swerved around them. Finally we arrived at this town where Dad was going to go into a saloon (er, yes, like a Western) to interview this guy. I asked if I could come in too and he said okay, so we walked into this very Western-ish smoke-filled bar with the swinging doors... then I woke up.

Labels: dad, julian