Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Where Lisa's dog gets mud on me
I dreamed Lisa moved down the street from Nich and Jayme, and Dai for some reason was at Lisa's house so I went down there to talk to Dai. There was this huge wooden fence around the yard and when I opened the gate to go in, a giant dog came out covered in mud and started leaning up against me and getting all the mud on to me. Lisa came out at this point and said, "Oh, yeah, she does this sometimes."
So I yelled at the dog to stop and she did and I said, "Good girl." Lisa said, "Oh no! If you tell her that she'll do it again!" And sure enough, she started rubbing the mud all over me again. So I told her to stop again and she did again.......
There was also something where Lisa had just had Moriah and wasn't allowed to be walking around yet so I kept trying to shoo her back into the house. And I never DID get to talk to Dai.
So I yelled at the dog to stop and she did and I said, "Good girl." Lisa said, "Oh no! If you tell her that she'll do it again!" And sure enough, she started rubbing the mud all over me again. So I told her to stop again and she did again.......
There was also something where Lisa had just had Moriah and wasn't allowed to be walking around yet so I kept trying to shoo her back into the house. And I never DID get to talk to Dai.
Labels: dai, jayme, lisa, nich
Friday, April 29, 2005
Where PJ reads my prayer journal
I dreamed a long dream where we were at a hotel with a lot of people, including my family, Nich and Jayme (no Andie, though, I wonder where she went?), a maid, and a psychopath. The psychopath was murdered, and then I found the maid leaning over this giant hole that went to nowhere. She looked up and I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to push her into the hole, so I did, and then wrote about it in my journal, which was making me a bit worried that I'd killed her.
At one point we were trying to get my family back into the van, and my mom had this ultra-cool neon sign that reported how many people were NOT in our van. It'd count down from 10 to 0, and when it was at 0 that meant everyone was in and we could go. So me, Bethany, and Mom were in a large group of people and then finally saw the sign at 3, so we went and drove off in the van.
Next thing I know, I'm at youth group, chatting with a bunch of people, and PJ comes up and drops my prayer journal in my lap. I'm surprised and ask him where the heck he got it, and am told that it's now a requirement to be a youth leader that PJ read any prayer journals we've kept over the past year or so. He then proceeds to say very loudly in front of the entire youth group that I can't be a youth leader, my entries are too depressing and I obviously don't have the joy of the Lord. He also makes some comment like, "And like 3/4 of it are about... MUCHACHOS!" (Which is very not true of my real prayer journal. Heh. My journal entries are generally stuff about me spiritually or friends.)
He also protested to the fact that the first half of it *wasn't* a prayer journal 'cause I used a used notebook. Apparently I had like Betty Crocker recipes in the first half of it. He's flipping through the pages saying, "And, yeah, see, see, I didn't like all this Betty Crocker stuff!"
At one point we were trying to get my family back into the van, and my mom had this ultra-cool neon sign that reported how many people were NOT in our van. It'd count down from 10 to 0, and when it was at 0 that meant everyone was in and we could go. So me, Bethany, and Mom were in a large group of people and then finally saw the sign at 3, so we went and drove off in the van.
Next thing I know, I'm at youth group, chatting with a bunch of people, and PJ comes up and drops my prayer journal in my lap. I'm surprised and ask him where the heck he got it, and am told that it's now a requirement to be a youth leader that PJ read any prayer journals we've kept over the past year or so. He then proceeds to say very loudly in front of the entire youth group that I can't be a youth leader, my entries are too depressing and I obviously don't have the joy of the Lord. He also makes some comment like, "And like 3/4 of it are about... MUCHACHOS!" (Which is very not true of my real prayer journal. Heh. My journal entries are generally stuff about me spiritually or friends.)
He also protested to the fact that the first half of it *wasn't* a prayer journal 'cause I used a used notebook. Apparently I had like Betty Crocker recipes in the first half of it. He's flipping through the pages saying, "And, yeah, see, see, I didn't like all this Betty Crocker stuff!"
Labels: bethany, jayme, mom, nich, PJ
Friday, April 30, 2004
With Steak 'n' Shake, chili milkshakes, and the lady with the pink feather boa
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...
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