The Dreams of Hannah

I had this long weird dream that I don't remember much of. I do remember going to my theater class and my instructor was like... going psycho. There were these vending machines where the money went to feed orphan children or something and he was breaking them open and taking the pop and soda. So I tried to hide the money so he wouldn't get that too, but he saw me and went, "Oh! Great idea! Take the money too!" and he grabbed it and ran off with it. I remember running up and down the college's stairwells trying to find my dad so I could tell him what was going on.

Labels: jason

I had a dream about "Father of the Bride" (the original, not the remake). The father was running around with a dog trying to find his daughter who was getting married. Then he and his wife and a bunch of youth group people and me were all sitting around in a room. He went downstairs and I picked up his daughter's coloring book (lol... yeah, apparently she had been coloring) but then it was like that daughter had died and I was thumbing through the coloring book to see her last pictures. There was one that wasn't finished, so I picked up a few crayons and started coloring it.

Just at that moment, the mom and dad came back and were looking for the coloring book, which I now held in a red folder. I closed it and held it in my lap. The mom and dad weren't even really *looking* for the book with their eyes, though, they had a blind golden retriever looking around for it, and he would smell all over the place and then finally found the folder. So I gave it to them and the dad gave me this angry look and took it away.

Then I needed to go to the bathroom for something (I don't even remember what, it was some weird reason, I needed to look in a mirror or something) so I walked down the hall and remembered thinking, "Ooh, the youth group redid the bathrooms!" It was like a maze of mirrors and hallways, all bright blue and all leading to bathroom stalls. I wanted to be alone, so I wandered until I saw this mirrored door, so I slid it aside and stepped in and there were like five bathroom stalls in there. I remember thinking, "Perfect!" and closing the door and then like... brushing my teeth or something. Then I went back out and joined my friends.

Labels: father of the bride

I dreamed my whole family was on a journey, and we came to this little pond that had a tiny bridge over it. Except there was a guy who said, "If you're a pregnant woman, you have to go over and stand in that line," where there was a huge group of women all waiting for this teeny tiny little boat that... come on, NO ONE could fit into, let alone a pregnant woman. So my mom went over there (apparently she was pregnant). And we all crossed the bridge and kept looking back, not sure if we were really ever going to see her again.

Next thing I know, I'm going to visit Anna at her school. I have apparently emailed something to her which I need, so I walk into her physics classroom and use a computer on the wall to check her email so I can find the thing I need. Students start filing into the class and soon her physics professor walks in. (He looks a lot like B'qi's youth pastor, though.) He turns to me and says, "Welcome to physics class," and I try to explain, "Oh, no, no, I- erm... I'm just visiting Anna. She doesn't even know that I'm here." And I leave.

Then... erm... something about Anna's really staying in a hotel? And I buy rock candy for her?

Labels: anna, b'qi

I remember bits and pieces of this long, long dream... I had another blog on www.teenopendiary.com, so one day I logged on and couldn't remember what my handle was. I remember that I had called myself "Kelly Rowland" (yeah, as in the singer) so I logged in as that and was brought to a diary page that didn't LOOK like mine, but when I looked at the first entry (which was a survey) it was.

I saw one of my answers to a question, about my favorite teacher, and I put "Mr. Che." (Heh... yeah, as in Che Guevara...)

This gave me this flashback about Mr. Che. I was in public school, and Mr. Che taught... um... something. It's not clear what it was. But he was always randomly handing out lollipops. If anyone got the right answer in class, he'd give them a lollipop. As you left, he'd give you a lollipop. Me and a few friends were all sad because Mr. Che didn't have a girlfriend.

So one day I brought him a box of lollipops. His eyes lit up and he grabbed the box and said, "Thank you... thank you..." Then he took out each lollipop, unwrapped it, kissed it, wrapped it back up, and put it back in the box. (In hindsight... EW.)

Then I went back and wrote this in my online blog: "I always thought Mr. Che would never get married. But now I realize, all he has to do is to meet a girl with a really big round head and a tiny stick-like white body whose hands are always down at her sides, and they'll be really happy together." Erm... yeah. In other words, a girl who looks like a lollipop. *blink*

Labels: kelly rowland

We're on a missions trip and I'm a leader. PJ tells us that there’s this homicidal maniac down the street from us and we're supposed to disarm him. For some reason we don’t find this weird at all, we're all just like, "Oh, okay, whatever works."

So we head down to this guy's house with like pitchforks and stuff, and we keep sneaking around his house trying to find him, and somehow we end up stuck underneath this shed that’s lifted half up off the ground. Every time one of us reaches over to try to open the door so we can escape, this long neck (erm, head attached, and presumably body attached at the other end as well except you can’t see it from where we are) that kind of looks like a giraffe with a lion's head but it kind of has feathers… anyway, it swoops it and glares at us until we close the door again. There are four of these creatures and they won't let us escape.

Suddenly there’s this head that pops up into the middle of the floor. It's Elvis wearing overalls. Turns out this is the crazy homicidal maniac we're supposed to disarm. But then the church bus shows up and PJ says we're out of time so we have to go back to the school to shower.

When we get back, we've got 45 minutes to shower and then we have to be someplace else. So I walk down to the room with the showers in it and realize I've forgotten my brush (although why I can’t just brush my hair later is a mystery to me). So I run back to get it. I go back to the shower room and realize I’ve forgotten something else. This keeps happening until I’ve got almost no time left to actually shower.

I walk into the shower room with about a minute and a half left, and I'm wearing this really weird bathing suit thing that is this… really, really ugly blue, black and red body suit type thing. With shoulder pads. It is probably the ugliest thing I’ve seen in my whole life that is possible to wear. So I walk into the shower room with this on and Sarah J and Kayla and Angela are all in there. Sarah just sort of laughs at me and leaves, and Kayla looks at me and says, "I like that suit. It… accentuates the positive." And I sort of deflect whatever she was saying by saying, "I don’t have anything positive about me," and I realize that Angela's saying the exact same thing. Uh! How wudeful, non?

So then I realize I have about fifteen seconds to shower, so I run back to the sleeping room where I find this little paper on me. I start punching holes in it and all these weird symbols appear on the paper that apparently signify that I’ve taken all these different math classes. Suddenly Kayla's dad is there, too, and he says, "May I see your credentials, please?" and I thought to myself, Well, I'll just give them my credentials and PRETEND I showered, and so I hand over the little paper to him.

Then run down to this big room where people are sitting in a circle on folding chairs. My Spanish instructor is there, though, and she comes up to me with something in her hands. "I have something for you," she says, "because you said that you liked music and baseball."

I see the confused stares of everyone around me because as everyone knows, I do not like baseball. Then I remember that back when Spanish started, they asked some of my hobbies and I couldn’t think of any at all, so I just wrote "baseball."

I don’t want to be caught by my peers in a lie, so I sort of try to blow it off and go, "Well… uh, I don’t really mind baseball…"

My instructor gives me this confused look and is like, "But you said you loved it!" and she gives me a little baseball bookmark.

Labels: angela w, elvis presley, kayla, PJ, sarah j