don't know why

The other night I dreamt I had proposed marriage to Sara Button. Then the next morning, I sent her a three paragraph message on Facebook explaining that I was drunk and while the things I said may have had truth in them, that at the time things wouldn't go the way they'd be planned.

Just weird.

Jungian Analysis

No one posts anymore, but that's ok. I learned a formula for decoding dreams. Carl Jung came up with the idea.

1. Remember your dream.

2. Write it down.

3. Identify key nouns to which stuff is happening (you, sibling, house, pants, etc)

4. Figure out what that noun personifies in your opinion (sibling = joy, pants = comfort, etc)

5. A la Mad Libs, fill in the following

My sense of _________(Step 4) is ________(Step 2, what was happening to it).

Peace.

too many circles of influence

k so I'm at some kind of truck stop in a small town in new mexico. I'm helping my middle school math teacher and her family get somewhere, but i don't remember where exactly. Her family is totally different than her real one. I look and see that her husband is that Dog the Bounty Hunter guy from TV... pretty scary looking. She also has two (or I'm one of them? three?) kids, one of whom is my roommate from last year, Brian. We make small talk as we're waiting for the ambulance to get fixed when the daughter, 14, slender, gothy looking, asks me a question. She seems intrigued about what Brian and I are talking about.

Then one of the mechanics from next door I guess pops in and says that they have to use the ambulance for an actual emergency and not just as a transport vehicle, saying some little girl needs to go to the hospital for some kind of injury. "I don't give a f%$# that (name of girl I can't remember) might die!" my teacher yells out at the top of her lungs, "We need that ambulance so we can make it on time!"
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For some reason I have a feeling this may be influenced since I just saw Little Miss Sunshine for the first time like a week ago, and in the dream I remember thinking how dysfunctional the whole ordeal was.

late night politics

I dreamt I was watching TV. It was dark outside and the only light I had on was from the TV. Conan O 'Brian comes on, and as they're announcing who's on the show, they say that "Arizona Congressional candidate" Patty Weiss was on. Why would she be on a national program? Had she done something really cool? I never actually saw her on TV, cuz I woke up before she was supposed to come on. Naturally, most of District 8 affiliates her with TV as she was on channel 4 for, well, a very long time. But Conan O' Brien?

a really scary dream

I don't gt scary dream very often, but when I do, are they vivid!

In a nutshell, some crazy fashion designer named Ben Bunden (parallel ro Ralph LAuren?) went crazy and starting blowing up stuff here in Tucson so he could get some propositions passed so he could expand on his empire. He first attacked the TCC right after a Daniel Powter concert. Everyone started leaving after he was done with "Bad Day", but a few people and I waited to see if there was an encore. Suddenly there's a big blast where everyone else left so I went in the other direction. The national news showed a clip of some mysterious guy in poor quality black and white running to a car with a license plate starting with "800". The guy had a bunch of white powder on his face so as to hide the identity.

Then I'm at some green metallic building the next day, and I don't know what I'm doing there, but then there's a low sounding alarm going off. I'm the only one who hears it at first. I ask some guy what it was and he ignores me. Then a lady comes charging in telling us to evacuate cause some jet plane just dropped a bomb right on top of us. Some people start shouting "Saddam Hussein! Saddam Hussein!" and then something about a flautist. We get a safe distance outside, see a bomb hitting the place and then a big explosion. Then we see the plane that dropped the bomb driving into some big white water tower-like buildings, all 9/11 style. Naturally I'm freaked out. Then some guy, all dirty looking, come toward us and says he has some evidence from the green building because he wasn't able to get out in time, but he had a video camera. So he shows us a clip of the bomb *inside* the building, but with no evidence that it came through the ceiling. Sombody asks about holograms and the mystery guy says that it had to be an inside job.

Then I'm at UHS and all the people that went to school were put in one room on the second floor, the one kitty corner from the boys bathroom. I see a couple people I recognized, and then I see Brent Morgan wearing white powder all on his face. "What The F*ck is wrong with you?!" I scream at him. "You think this is some sort of joke?" Then I realized we all had school uniforms on.

Then I'm oustide heading back to my house, hoping that it's still intact when I see two planes doing some acrobatic stunt things like at a plane show when all of a sudden they crash into some building that I reckon is at the UofA. It must've been like 40 stories easily. And all I think is, "well, I guess that means I'm not taking summer school,". But I head back to the UofA and go inside one of the main offices. Everyone is frazzled, naturally. But they won't leave. Then I realize I'm at the student union and I think "I have to get out of here!".

Next thing I remember, it's not me anymore but like a generic overview thing. Homer Simpson is at a movie theater with a lot of other people from town. Someone shows a clip of the attacks and is asking the people if they see anything unusual. Then there's a duck dressed up like a blackbird, and quite noticably. Homer screams out that it's a duck that's behind all these plots, and everyone else agrees with him. Suddenly the place gets gassed and Homer, the only cartoon character, is able to survive. So he gets out to warn of the blackbird imposter.

Then it's back to me and a lot of people. We're at the old police station, which apparently closed because the wiring was faulty and the electronic doors were unfixable. Then we see two blackbirds that seem almost robotic on the roof. People start throwing stones at them and proclaim the duck must be inside. So I go inside with the police and the ediotr of the newspaper. We fight with the doors to get all the cops inside, then they search as best they can. I stay near the back of the building. They say the case is clear and everyone starts leaving. Then I'm suck inbetween 2 soors that refuse to open from where I'm at. The editor, with his shirt sleeves torn off in the chaos, is on the other side trying to help me out. He finally does, but then we're stuck as the final door for back outsde closes. Suddenly I realize that the editor is pointing a gun at me. Then I see he has the number 800 tattooed on his arm, and that his eyes look like the guy from the green metallic building. I point a finger at him, ready to say, "It was YOU!"

Then I wake up.

HOly crap! What does it mean?!?!?!?!?!???!?!?!?!?

all that I remember

I had this one earlier in the week, but I don't remember much of it now. All I recall is I'm at some grocery store at night. The place is spooky looking and nearly empty. I go to the aisle where they always have the coloring books for kids and I think, "This is the last time I ever ask Elise for anything." Apparently I was mad at her. Then I start thinking that this guy is following me.

It's just that quote that confuses me to high heaven.

the truth

I gotta admit, this whole dream blog seems to be getting nowhere. I'm not proposing we quit, but if you're reading this then you are obliged to make a a post. 'Nuff said.

So I had a freaky dream last week. Long story short, I'm at a hospital with my mom who is 9 months pregnant and demanding to get induced into labor. She seems tired of waiting for the baby, so she just wants it out. They tell us to go to room 332. I have no recollection of who the father is. (This is impossible in real life because 1. she isn't dating and 2. she had a historectomy last year.)

So that was that. When I told my mom, she had a grim look on her face. She said that a pregnancy usually indicates a death nearby. Why she thought this, I don't know, but, lo and behold, we got news this weekend that my aunt's ex-husband's (would that make him my ex-uncle?) family had a death. We're still somehwat close. He was mad I didn't send him a graduation invitation. But that was just weird how dreams DO have significance. So there.

20 second dream.

I dreamt I found an Italian dictionary in a bowling bag. It was big.

swimming pool?

This was just weird. It kept getting weirder and weirder as it went along. I kept falling back in and out of sleep, but it stayed mostly linear.

Ok so I'm preparing to have a few friends over for a party (Sound familiar?). I get the basic stuff required for a backyard romp, chips and whatnot.

Then my friends arrive, and before I know it the backyard is filled with swimming pools left and right. Then I see that all my friends have their swimwear donned on. I'm still wearing regular clothes. Then, slowly, more people that I don't know show up. I say little at first, but then there are literally hundreds of people frolicking in the pools, having fun and whatnot. Naturally I'm more than a litle confused, since I didn't even have a pool to start with at the beginning of the dream.

People are doing typical pool antics and then, all of a sudden, I see Ms. Stuart approaching a microphone that's under a big tent. Sh starts talking about how there was a mass misunderstanding and she was asking everybody to get out. A few got the picture and left. The rest kept having fun. Then all of a sudden with anger in her voice she said, "!Vamonos!" and then lots of people started to leave.

I didn't see any of my friends anymore.

I head back to my computer to see what the hell happened. I login to facebook, and on the side it's advertising MY party in big bold letters. address and all. But I didn't do any such mass advertising. So I click on it for more details. It say's that it's hosted by me but put up by some person named Basemaster. Then I notice that there's somone's elses pool party he claims to be posting for everybody to see. Out of frustration, I click on this Basemaster's profile. He looks like a jerk. then I click to see his pictures and all of a sudden my computer sceen goes all wavy and red with some X's and Y's scattering across the screen. I see this as a computer virus and turn off my computer as quickly as I can. But then I'm afraid to turn it back on for fear of what has been hacked into.

So I head back outside and now it's dusk. There a few groups of people who apparently didn't get the earlier message and didn't leave. They were like on the other side of the yard. Among them are a bunch of ASU cheerleaders and a football team that all have big U's on their sleeves. They were wearing purple, but for some reason I think they're from UTEP, University of Texas @ El Paso. For some reason I walk up to the football strangers and inquire on where they're from. They say they go to UHS. I tell them I went to UHS and they became more chummy with me. I don't know what happened to the ASU cheerleaders.
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Ok well I think I can get an idea on where some of these things come from: the bowling party, my conversation with Elise, etc. but still it means very little to me. HELP!

just weird

ok so I'm in some futuristic wasteland, trying to stay hidden for reasons unknown. I find this warehouse type of building and head inside. The sky was purple. Inside all I see are a bunch of boxes. One of them says "Evidence" in marker writing, and it has a couple of floppy disks poking out. I stealthily run towards the box and pick it up. Suddenly, I hear a noise behind me, so i run with the box to another part of the warehouse filled with more metallic boxes. Then I see the evil leader/ dictator guy Lord Byron or Lord Bryan, I forget. He reminded me of Zurg from the Buzz Lightyear show. Fortunately for me, he just walks into the next room, and I breathe a sigh of relief. While my guard was down, I get surprised to see another kid, roughly my age. he asks me if Lord B____ was near. I whispered that he had just gone through and wouldn't be back for a while. All of a sudden, I see six other people pop ot from around the warehouse, walking towards me. Apparently I was part of some group trying to defeat the evil ruler and restore peace and harmony to the land. The number 8 sticks out in my mind.

slip n slide

ok so I dreamt that I was on this massive waterslide constructed on the side of some big cliff. It was pretty long, but instead of it being one big slide it was a lot of little ones, and every so often I had a slight free fall from one silde to the one below it. There were at least two other guys that I saw, though I'm not sure if I was one of the guys or not with like a out-of-body view of things. Anyway at the bottom of the slide was the ocean, and I landed in there with a big splash. There was a cruise ship maybe a half a mile behind me, but I was swimming over to a rock out in the middle of the water. The other guy(s?) were swimming too, and then I saw that on the rock was a ladder and two ladies aslo in swimgear.

For some reason I want to say it was in Aistralia and one of the women on the rock was my wife, but I have no idea why exactly.

Elise actually posts!

I actually had a really interesting dream last night, but I unfortunately can remember very little of it. I had somehow acquired a trombone and was playing it - not in a band like a traditional wind ensemble or something - but in some sort of other context. It might have been for a church service, actually. That was really odd. Despite the fact that I hadn't played in months, I sounded even better than I used to, and had a much larger range. The people (they were just people - no one I knew) around me took this as fact and seemed entirely unimpressed when afterwards I told anyone who would listen about this amazing thing.

Other than the obvious fact that I miss playing the trombone, I wonder what the whole church aspect means...

something I ate

Ok, so this morning I wake up at 4:30, sweating like a fat lady in a sauna. This dream-or rather a short sequence of dreams- was just really random and made little sense. This is what I remember:

I'm at a Southern-like backyard, when I see a little girl running and screaming "Snakes!" So I start to try and look for them when I hear somebody yell that there's two of them. Suddenly, I see one, and it's a huge bugger, easily like 50 feet or something. So for some reason I grab it from 10 feet behind its neck when all of a sudden it won't move forward anymore, like a dog stuck on a leash. I began feeling confident in myself, when I realized that the snake had 10 feet of body between its head and me, and it started to unstiffen and turn itself around my way. I didn't let go but was confident that it was gonna bite me.

Next thing I rememnber, I'm at some school where this coach guy is announcing the roster for some team. I don't know any of the names, but the coach comments on their (highly decorated) academic records (This girl got a perfect score on both the ACT and SAT, etc.) and I was hoping he would say my name for some reason. I decide to walk off before he could finish and so I walked around. I can't remember any of the details or background now, but then when I went back and sat in the small auditorium, I saw a peculiar sight: Jordan Ross as Genghis Khan, with the little moustache and the big Mongolian wares and everything!

one legged animals do not survive on their own in the wild

Come on, people. We need more submissions, be they random, weird, scary, or boring. If you can't remember them, write it down as soon as you think about them.

So last night I had this interesting dream. I was in an apartment, with three well known friends who are now roommates and are roommates in the dream, except it's the them from a parallel dimension or something.

JT's alter-ego's hair was a lot longer and scruffier than the real one's... a lot, like almost Rastafarian. It was very blond, as well. He was showing me this humongo super sized computer screen he was using. It could almost put movie theaters to shame.

I walk in the next room, and Aaron's alter-ego has a bunch of short stuff all over his room (this might come from the fact that I still associate Aaron with Napoleon). He had a lot of posters in his room which all said "Wildcars" (Wildcats with a typo?) except it had a lot of fast looking cars all over the posters. His computer screen was normal sized.

Then, the roommate with boobs' name was Chelsea (how this is derived from Annie, I have no freakin' idea), except she's a goth looking chick who listened to a bunch of showtunes and had a lot of black all over. We did not have much to talk about, though.

So, what does that all mean???? Have I somehow offered insight into other people?

Dream number 3

K so I'm back at our old house back in DOuglas before we all moved to Tucson. I'm walking through the rooms and halls as usual. So I go into the hallway which is the accessway to the 2nd floor, and I see our tenants' (?!!!) four dogs. (My grandpa used to rent the upstairs rooms but that was long beofre I was born) It was two black labs and a yellow one and I don't remember the other one. But so then I look out through the front door and see a British police officer shooting at somebody on the side of the house. Apparently they were both bad shots, tho. So I run back thorugh the house to tell Mom and Nana in the kitchen to close the back door because there's a robber or something lurking around. Suddenly, a man walks in the back door. Mom says he's the new handiman, but I go and check him out anyway. He's obvously stringer than I am, and he admits that there's a gun in his pocket and that it was futile to struggle with him. regardless, I did. And from a third person view it looked really lame.

mom's brief dreams

Sorry, but I've been experiencing a certain dearth of dreams, if dearth means what I think it means. But anyway my mom had two short dreams, so I'll elaborate on those.

In the first one, she sees my late Grandmda Olivia down a hallway with her arms spread out. Suddenly, she hears a phone ringing and Olivia is flashing birghtly like she's the telephone. She then aplogizes and goes off into the next room.

In the second one, she's yelling to me. "Can you turn down the air? It's hot and I'm sweating." And then she woke up, hot and sweating.

Dream Number2

I'm at some school on a very overcast day. It wasn't rain-cloudy, just really cloudy. Anyway so I keeping thorugh my schedule to see what class I'm supposed to go to. For some reason the school was a middle/high/posthigh school, and I was starting the posthigh school phase. I had four classes, then lunch, and then two more.

The next thing I'm in my second period class, but the teacher is nowhere in sight. Suddenly I hear loud whoosh from the window behind me and watch another aiplane take off from the nearby airport. So this plane took off as most planes do, but then it kinda stopped going up and began nosediving back to the ground as if it had tried to go up too quickly. As it comes plummeting to earth, I get scared, still looking through the window. Sheets off metal are continuing to peel off as it comes back to the ground, and then it crashes maybe not 1000 feet away from the school. By now everyone had noticed what had just happened, but the tachers and intercom system advised everyone to stay calm and that classes were expected to continue as scheduled.

A little nervewracked, but nevertheless an abiding student, I started to go down a hall where I saw some people from UHS class of '04. They were at some sort of conference table talking about some homework. I pop in and they all say hello. I suddenly notice an answer key on a side board. I pull out something from my backpack, some sort of multiple choice answer sheet, and start comparing the answers very hurriedly. However, I only got to question number 9, but they had all been right so far. The three other guys chuckle as the bell rings again.

So I'm going through more halls, and I hear chatter about how the planned barbecue outside had been more or less cancelled. As soon as you got your food, you had to back inside. Finally I make it into a room for intermediate Macroeconmics. Then I noticed that the teacher was Mrs. Gray. I was happy to see her and told all of the other students of how I scored a 64 on some test, after which they all applauded like people do on the first day of school. Whether or not it actually was the first day, I don't know. So she hands out some papers, but I didn't get chance to look at them cuz again the bell rang.

I had one more clawss before lunch, but I dind't know whatit was. So in the hallway I pulled out my agenda from my backpack and as I looked up I saw one of my real classmates, Rouli Ni. We said hello and he asked me where I was off to. I glanced at my schedule and it said that I had a computer class next. Afterwards I wondered why I signed up for a computer class in the first place. I asked Rouli where it was, and he laughed a hearty laugh. He told me that it was in one of the portables on the ground floor, now realizing that I must've been on the fourth or fifth floor. SO in order to get there, I had to walk down the external stairs. As I opened the door, it was stil very cloudy outside and the walk was to be a winding concrete path.

SO, what does that all mean???????????

Dream number1

Allright, so I'll post a dream I had the other day and see what happens.

I'm at some sort of gothic-looking church. The walls are all grayish-blue and it's really badly lit. So I next thing I know there's some procession going on, but I have absolutely no idea who or what it is for. For some reason, either a weddding or a funeral comes to mind. I'm with my mom and sitting next to her, but the table we're sitting at isn't where the ceremony is taking place; it's separated by a big glass wall. Then I see a friend of mine whom, to protect the innocent, I shall name Arthur Dent. He was with who I guessed were his mom and dad. While the whole church ceremony thing was happening, I suddenly realized that both Arthur and I were naked from the waist down, so naturally we became very nervous of what people would think, trying to use our shirts to cover certain parts. Then, to my bewilderment, his mom takes off his shirt and starts popping the pimples on his back. MEanwhile, the church thingy continues undaunted.

So there you go. Get to work!

The first post

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