Monday, March 14, 2011
Where I accidentally go to underwater sports camp
I dreamed that three other people and I (I think one was Anna, another was Nate, and I have no idea who the third one was) were on our way to a music and theater camp for the summer. We were flying there, but we had to change planes several times. The last time was in China, and we had to go through like fifteen checkpoints. At the last one, I was supposed to give the guy my ticket, put my bags on the conveyor belt, and then go through the metal detector. Instead, I walked right past the guy, climbed onto the conveyor belt WITH my bags, and only realized my mistake halfway through the X-ray tunnel. I tried to turn around and go back, but it was like going up the down escalator, and I eventually was just spat out on the other end of the conveyor belt anyway.
It was all right, though, because that turned out to be our final destination anyway. General Cartwright from Guys and Dolls was in charge of the camp, and whisked us away to where we were going to be staying. The first day was spent surfing in a disgusting muddy lake. The general kept commanding me to try different surfboards, and finally I asked when we were going to do the theater stuff, but then I found out it was really an underwater sports camp, and anyone who didn't participate would have to sleep in the muddy lake.
Labels: anna, guys and dolls, nate
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Where I hear about another drama team, Tyler does the fire engine radio show, and I take a French test
I had this long bizarre dream that was made up of bits and pieces.
At one point, I was watching a movie (I believe it was "Gattaca", on Anna's recommendation) and observed this very gruesome image of someone who had no lower body, it had been blown up or something, being half-dragged, half-carried off down a hallway. The person didn't seem to be upset about it, in fact they looked rather bored. I can't even remember whether it was a man or a woman.
At another point, I was at my home with a group of women from some church. One of them was complaining to me about their drama team. One of her anecdotes went something like this. "We had this girl who was so sweet, but boy, did she get the giggles! Last year our Christmas play for our church was the story of this girl who had been beaten but she went to business school, and we really wanted to show her getting beaten so we could show WHY she went to business school, but this girl - any time anyone tried to hit her . . . You just could NOT believe that someone like her would go to business school."
Tyler apparently also lived on our street again, and every day, at his mother's request, he'd ride up and down the street in a fire engine with a megaphone blaring some sort of song mix he especially made for his mother. He also was into making wax faces of people he knew. I found one that was supposed to be me, but it didn't look like me at ALL. It didn't even look like a person. It looked like a purple squished banana.
There was something else about a test for my French class too where we were saying things that, far as I know, don't exist in French, like one of them was "Dancevitovo". Also it made me really depressed because then I got my test back and I had misspelled just about everything on the page.
At one point, I was watching a movie (I believe it was "Gattaca", on Anna's recommendation) and observed this very gruesome image of someone who had no lower body, it had been blown up or something, being half-dragged, half-carried off down a hallway. The person didn't seem to be upset about it, in fact they looked rather bored. I can't even remember whether it was a man or a woman.
At another point, I was at my home with a group of women from some church. One of them was complaining to me about their drama team. One of her anecdotes went something like this. "We had this girl who was so sweet, but boy, did she get the giggles! Last year our Christmas play for our church was the story of this girl who had been beaten but she went to business school, and we really wanted to show her getting beaten so we could show WHY she went to business school, but this girl - any time anyone tried to hit her . . . You just could NOT believe that someone like her would go to business school."
Tyler apparently also lived on our street again, and every day, at his mother's request, he'd ride up and down the street in a fire engine with a megaphone blaring some sort of song mix he especially made for his mother. He also was into making wax faces of people he knew. I found one that was supposed to be me, but it didn't look like me at ALL. It didn't even look like a person. It looked like a purple squished banana.
There was something else about a test for my French class too where we were saying things that, far as I know, don't exist in French, like one of them was "Dancevitovo". Also it made me really depressed because then I got my test back and I had misspelled just about everything on the page.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Where pregnant women have to go in the tiny boat and I visit Anna
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?
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?
