Saturday, August 18, 2007
Where I let the kids watch an evil movie
I dreamed I had some extremely gory slasher movie on my laptop and decided to let the kids watch it, except halfway through I decided it was a bad idea, so I turned it off. Then I felt stupid for letting the kids watch it, so I made them promise not to tell Mom and Dad.
Labels: bekah, bethany, dad, elizabeth, joel, micah, mom, nathan, seth
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Where Elizabeth gets kicked out and I work at Extreme Faith
I had a very long dream where LOTS of stuff happened. Here's what I can remember.
Elizabeth, Bekah, and I were coming out of the store with bags of groceries and putting them in our car, which was parked in an alley behind the store. Mom was still in the store, Dad was fixing something in the alley behind the car. Elizabeth got behind the wheel. I warned her not to touch it, but she drove like four feet forward. I yelled at her, "You KNOW better than to try driving!!! You know you're not allowed to do that!" She replied, "Okay, I'll fix it," and drove four feet backward, except she went a bit crooked and drove over Dad's thumb. I began yelling, "ELIZABETH!! You drove over Dad's thumb!" Dad must have gone slightly nuts from the pain or something, because he then proceeded to stand up and smash his head through the wall of the building next to us. The wall wasn't very sturdy, it was pretty much just plaster, but still . . . he smashed his head through a wall.
Mom came out and we went home, where, needless to say, Dad wasn't doing very well. He was in more medical trouble from the smashing of his head through a wall than his thumb being run over by a car. Our solution was very simple. We cut a hole in our own house wall and had him sit there with his head in the hole. At one point I walked by and he pulled his head out and said, "I think it's working, I feel less dizzy now!"
As for Elizabeth, we decided it would be best if she moved out since she had caused the family so much pain, so she packed up her bag and took a train off somewhere.
While we were saying goodbye to her, Nathan's friend's little sister Allison (what a complicated connection) showed up and said, "You can come to my house for dinner." I followed her through all sorts of back roads. Eventually we came to several gardens. Next to one of them was an arbor, which was where we had to go. Allison leaped over the gardens and made sure to land her feet in two holes by the arbor. "You have to put your feet in the holes," she instructed me. I did my best and somehow did manage to leap over the gardens and land in the holes.
We traveled for a bit more and then arrived at her house, where we entered by the window. Right under their window was their sink. Allison wandered in to ask her mom if I could stay for dinner, while I decided to sit in the sink. (I didn't want to come all the way into the house until I knew if I was welcome.) This was an unfortunate position for me, however, because right next to the sink was the dinner table with all sorts of piping hot dishes on it, and sitting in the sink meant I was dangling my feet over the food. I kept worrying dirt from my shoes would slip off into their spinach.
I was welcome to dinner, and we ate, Allison and her mother and me and a few of the girls from my middle school Sunday school class and an old man. After dinner, we went out to the back yard and went swinging. The old man started talking about a movie he'd seen that was complete trash. It was apparently a finding-treasure-in-the-desert type movie, except he said the only funny part was "when the heroes were trying to hide and had to hide in a parade for a chicken suit."
The scene changed and I was now in that same situation as the movie heroes. (But I wasn't in a movie.) It was nighttime and there was a string of cars and people marching along in front of this giant in a chicken suit, or maybe a giant walking chicken suit, I'm not sure. There was a yellow car riding along next to the parade, and my Sunday school girls and I tried to reach the car so we could escape, but we were always just behind it. Since we couldn't reach it, we decided on an alternative - we would instead all lie down in the street, grab onto the ankles of the person in front of us, and have the person at the very front do the army crawl forward, pulling the group with them.
Next thing I know, it's the end of the Extreme Faith retreat. I've been working with the middle school girls (although the guys are there as well) and Ashi is at the host homes setting up a bunch of tables. Most of them are ministry-related tables where they can sign up to work on a ministry team or some such thing. There's also a table where they can talk to a counselor if they want to. Ashi asks me to man the "Quantum Leap" table. I said, "Isn't a quantum leap where the particles jump from orbit to orbit without being anywhere between?" He said, "Exactly." I said, "Well, I don't know much about physics, I don't know that I'm the best person to man that table." He replied, "Oh, don't worry, it's just where people can find out what a quantum leap is."
I guess I defy him or something, because I don't go to the Quantum Leap table, I go to the counselor table which already has two people sitting at it, but it looks like there's room for more. While I'm sitting there, Kaci H. (who is the host for this event) walks by and drops a pink note next to me. I pick it up and attempt to read it, but it's written in text talk, badly misspelled, badly hand-written and is overall very difficult to decipher. I managed to pick out the first few words: "Hannah - u r so aw3sum! U r lik3 H4m4n!!! 2g3th4 w3 c4n m4k3 this youth thing wrk!!!!!!" with like a billion smiley faces in there. Which is all very nice and pleasant, except for "You are like Haman". I'm not sure that's at all a compliment.
At another point in the dream, my father got a tape of ancient Arabic music from Jeff K. I look at the tape and it turns out Jeff gave it to him because the tom-tom player or someone has the exact same name as Canaan (first and last). Canaan is not a common first name and his last name is not a common last name (at least not a comment spelling of it), so I'm definitely surprised. I try to point this amazing coincidence out to my father, however, and his response is something like, "Oh. Exciting." I kept trying to point out how the chances of this were probably quite, quite small, but he still didn't get it.
Elizabeth, Bekah, and I were coming out of the store with bags of groceries and putting them in our car, which was parked in an alley behind the store. Mom was still in the store, Dad was fixing something in the alley behind the car. Elizabeth got behind the wheel. I warned her not to touch it, but she drove like four feet forward. I yelled at her, "You KNOW better than to try driving!!! You know you're not allowed to do that!" She replied, "Okay, I'll fix it," and drove four feet backward, except she went a bit crooked and drove over Dad's thumb. I began yelling, "ELIZABETH!! You drove over Dad's thumb!" Dad must have gone slightly nuts from the pain or something, because he then proceeded to stand up and smash his head through the wall of the building next to us. The wall wasn't very sturdy, it was pretty much just plaster, but still . . . he smashed his head through a wall.
Mom came out and we went home, where, needless to say, Dad wasn't doing very well. He was in more medical trouble from the smashing of his head through a wall than his thumb being run over by a car. Our solution was very simple. We cut a hole in our own house wall and had him sit there with his head in the hole. At one point I walked by and he pulled his head out and said, "I think it's working, I feel less dizzy now!"
As for Elizabeth, we decided it would be best if she moved out since she had caused the family so much pain, so she packed up her bag and took a train off somewhere.
While we were saying goodbye to her, Nathan's friend's little sister Allison (what a complicated connection) showed up and said, "You can come to my house for dinner." I followed her through all sorts of back roads. Eventually we came to several gardens. Next to one of them was an arbor, which was where we had to go. Allison leaped over the gardens and made sure to land her feet in two holes by the arbor. "You have to put your feet in the holes," she instructed me. I did my best and somehow did manage to leap over the gardens and land in the holes.
We traveled for a bit more and then arrived at her house, where we entered by the window. Right under their window was their sink. Allison wandered in to ask her mom if I could stay for dinner, while I decided to sit in the sink. (I didn't want to come all the way into the house until I knew if I was welcome.) This was an unfortunate position for me, however, because right next to the sink was the dinner table with all sorts of piping hot dishes on it, and sitting in the sink meant I was dangling my feet over the food. I kept worrying dirt from my shoes would slip off into their spinach.
I was welcome to dinner, and we ate, Allison and her mother and me and a few of the girls from my middle school Sunday school class and an old man. After dinner, we went out to the back yard and went swinging. The old man started talking about a movie he'd seen that was complete trash. It was apparently a finding-treasure-in-the-desert type movie, except he said the only funny part was "when the heroes were trying to hide and had to hide in a parade for a chicken suit."
The scene changed and I was now in that same situation as the movie heroes. (But I wasn't in a movie.) It was nighttime and there was a string of cars and people marching along in front of this giant in a chicken suit, or maybe a giant walking chicken suit, I'm not sure. There was a yellow car riding along next to the parade, and my Sunday school girls and I tried to reach the car so we could escape, but we were always just behind it. Since we couldn't reach it, we decided on an alternative - we would instead all lie down in the street, grab onto the ankles of the person in front of us, and have the person at the very front do the army crawl forward, pulling the group with them.
Next thing I know, it's the end of the Extreme Faith retreat. I've been working with the middle school girls (although the guys are there as well) and Ashi is at the host homes setting up a bunch of tables. Most of them are ministry-related tables where they can sign up to work on a ministry team or some such thing. There's also a table where they can talk to a counselor if they want to. Ashi asks me to man the "Quantum Leap" table. I said, "Isn't a quantum leap where the particles jump from orbit to orbit without being anywhere between?" He said, "Exactly." I said, "Well, I don't know much about physics, I don't know that I'm the best person to man that table." He replied, "Oh, don't worry, it's just where people can find out what a quantum leap is."
I guess I defy him or something, because I don't go to the Quantum Leap table, I go to the counselor table which already has two people sitting at it, but it looks like there's room for more. While I'm sitting there, Kaci H. (who is the host for this event) walks by and drops a pink note next to me. I pick it up and attempt to read it, but it's written in text talk, badly misspelled, badly hand-written and is overall very difficult to decipher. I managed to pick out the first few words: "Hannah - u r so aw3sum! U r lik3 H4m4n!!! 2g3th4 w3 c4n m4k3 this youth thing wrk!!!!!!" with like a billion smiley faces in there. Which is all very nice and pleasant, except for "You are like Haman". I'm not sure that's at all a compliment.
At another point in the dream, my father got a tape of ancient Arabic music from Jeff K. I look at the tape and it turns out Jeff gave it to him because the tom-tom player or someone has the exact same name as Canaan (first and last). Canaan is not a common first name and his last name is not a common last name (at least not a comment spelling of it), so I'm definitely surprised. I try to point this amazing coincidence out to my father, however, and his response is something like, "Oh. Exciting." I kept trying to point out how the chances of this were probably quite, quite small, but he still didn't get it.
Labels: ashi, bekah, canaan, dad, elizabeth, jeff k, kaci h, lance m, mom
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Where I get left at an ApologetiX concert
I dreamed that a large group of people from our church were going to that ApologetiX concert I went to last week (except it was in a completely different auditorium). It was me and my sisters, Mom and Dad, PJ and Dacia, Emily A., Sammy E., Pastor & Jane (yeah, totally their kind of music... NOT!) and Marissa from my Spanish class, and possibly others.
I was sitting in the very front row with Emily, Sammy, and Marissa. At one point Emily started talking and I kept trying to shut her up cuz I wanted to hear what was going on. There was a woman onstage (she looked like this storyteller that taught a workshop at our local library) and she could hear what Emily was saying, and she turned and snapped, "Hush! You're a disgrace to the people of [my town]!" Which was an odd thing to say, seeing as how Emily doesn't even LIVE in my town.
So from then on Emily just whispered, but apparently she was right in front of a mic or something, cuz the band could hear her onstage. After one of the songs, Karl looks at her and goes, "YOU DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR EYES GOUGED OUT!" and I was like "Whoa, Emily, what did you SAY!?" but she wouldn't tell me.
The concert ended and I just hung around with the band for awhile (they kept making fun of me because I was walking weird... I really WAS walking weird, I would have made fun of myself as well) and suddenly I realize that the rest of my group has left. I ask where the phones are but then realize I can't call home, they JUST left and it's at least an hour's drive home. So in an hour I'll call them and wait around an hour for them to come pick me up. I keep looking around for someone I know who can maybe take me home, but don't see anyone.
I decide to stay for the evening church service. One of the ladies tells me, "Oh, yes, we have a very evolutionary church." So I'm sitting in a pew, waiting for the service to start, when Bethany wanders in crying. I say, "Oh, they left you behind too?" and she nods, so I invite her to sit with me until it's time for us to call them. Then Bekah and Elizabeth wander in crying, and I think, "My word, they left EVERYONE behind!"
The church service was pretty freaky. This dude in a suit stood up and crouched over the podium and looked menacing while the words "Listen To Thee, O My Lord" were put up on a screen. (Which doesn't even make SENSE.) I think the dude might have read a psalm, but it really wasn't much of a service.
I was sitting in the very front row with Emily, Sammy, and Marissa. At one point Emily started talking and I kept trying to shut her up cuz I wanted to hear what was going on. There was a woman onstage (she looked like this storyteller that taught a workshop at our local library) and she could hear what Emily was saying, and she turned and snapped, "Hush! You're a disgrace to the people of [my town]!" Which was an odd thing to say, seeing as how Emily doesn't even LIVE in my town.
So from then on Emily just whispered, but apparently she was right in front of a mic or something, cuz the band could hear her onstage. After one of the songs, Karl looks at her and goes, "YOU DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR EYES GOUGED OUT!" and I was like "Whoa, Emily, what did you SAY!?" but she wouldn't tell me.
The concert ended and I just hung around with the band for awhile (they kept making fun of me because I was walking weird... I really WAS walking weird, I would have made fun of myself as well) and suddenly I realize that the rest of my group has left. I ask where the phones are but then realize I can't call home, they JUST left and it's at least an hour's drive home. So in an hour I'll call them and wait around an hour for them to come pick me up. I keep looking around for someone I know who can maybe take me home, but don't see anyone.
I decide to stay for the evening church service. One of the ladies tells me, "Oh, yes, we have a very evolutionary church." So I'm sitting in a pew, waiting for the service to start, when Bethany wanders in crying. I say, "Oh, they left you behind too?" and she nods, so I invite her to sit with me until it's time for us to call them. Then Bekah and Elizabeth wander in crying, and I think, "My word, they left EVERYONE behind!"
The church service was pretty freaky. This dude in a suit stood up and crouched over the podium and looked menacing while the words "Listen To Thee, O My Lord" were put up on a screen. (Which doesn't even make SENSE.) I think the dude might have read a psalm, but it really wasn't much of a service.
Labels: apologetix, bekah, bethany, dacia, dad, dalmus, elizabeth, emily a, jane m, marissa from spanish, mom, PJ, sammy e
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Where Bekah plans to slash up stuff
I had a horrible dream that Bekah was going to slash me and Mom up, but then she revealed it was all a trick - she was just going to chop up some mannequins.
Monday, June 03, 2002
Where I steal stuff for Bekah to play with
I had a dream that we were at some store but it was sort of like a bedroom and Bekah was sick so we were getting stuff for her to play with until she got better but we couldn't see any surveillance cameras so I was just planning to walk out of the room with all this expensive stuff and steal it . . . does that say something bad about my subconscious?
Labels: bekah
