First, two nights ago I had a disturbing dream, which I chose not to include here. It wasn't one of those dreams where you wake up crying or shoot up in bed gasping for air. I killed someone in the dream, and I was so shocked by it, I didn't remember the actual event in the dream. Then I was attacked by two others who knew the deceased (who magically reappeared later in the dream. "I'm getting better..."). It was one of those very real, very scary dreams, so I decided not to recount all the details.
LAST night, though, I had a pretty special dream about trying to stop terrorists. I dreamed that I was back at my HS, both teaching there and attending classes. I've had dreams like this for years - "Yes, you've got several degrees and you're able to teach, but while you were here you missed that one class you needed to graduate. So now you have to take it to make everything you do valid." Very weird.
Anyway, I was back at LA and attending classes. After a day or so of them, I found out there were terrorists in the UN. I think I was hanging out in the office before first period one day, and with three quarters in my pocket, I came up with an ingenious plan to sneak in and kill the terrorists. I don't remember why the quarters were important, I just remember checking over and over to make sure two of them were there.
So my ingenious plan was to enlist. With the UN. I kept saying in the dream, "I didn't know you could do that." And yet I was trying. And one of my students/classmates was trying with me. She told the front desk man that her husband was overseas and he couldn't call her, but maybe she could call him from there. I don't know why. Maybe this was a distraction technique. The problem was that she had to go back to class because we were late to first period and Mr. Etter was going to be mad.
I couldn't get in to see a recruiter that morning, so I had to make an appointment for later and hope that my plan had not been suspected. It may have even been the UN recruiters who were the terrorists. I'm not sure now. The armed forces (plus UN) recruitment offices were on the HS campus, btw. And my "married" student/classmate was a teenager...I think.
After I failed there, I walked back to class only I got lost. I ended up going to the trailers where my second period class was. I had an orange and a red plum and gave them to my teacher when I realized my mistake. As I Was running off to the right class, I yelled behind me that she could have either but only half because I promised I would split them with my boyfriend.
I made it to the right class, and thankfully someone had told Mr. Etter why I was late, so I didn't need a tardy slip. He told me I needed to find someone to pair up with to do the assignment. I looked at the first girls work and didn't understand what was going on. It was just a list of series of numbers in parentheses. For some reason I didn't want to work with this poor girl in the front (I still feel bad about that), so I found another girl in the back to work with. I woke up before I had to figure out what the assignment was thank goodness.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Film and Driving School
So last night I dreamed I was in film school. I had to make two short films. The first was a drama, I can't remember exactly what about. I remember there were 3 of us at a table, and things were being slammed on the table. Also there was a random long smooth shot of the equipment room, which we could see through a glass panel. I wondered why someone had included that shot in there since it had nothing to do with the scene and it made us look like such amatuers.
The next film was about race, somehow. It's hard to remember the specifics now, but I know I wasn't in it. I wrote the script but couldn't be there when they shot, so I didn't see it until class. It told about the life of a black mother, I think. And at one point in the dream I thought we had the real woman there, but it turns out it was just my partners mom with different hair.
Between making these movies and screening them in class was the weird part, though. Out in the parking deck there was some sort of driving school. Maybe. I just remember getting in an Eclipse on the bottom level and some older instructor type asking if I remembered how or was up to the challenge or something. I had to accelerate all the way to the top and change gears at every floor change. I sped, squealing tires around support structures for five floors. At the top, I had to stop suddenly because there was a group of people up there that I didn't want to hit. The guy in the car with me turned and told someone in the back, "Yeah, that's how you do it."
So we sat in the car on the top of the parking deck for a while, but at some point in the dream the car turned into a bed and the parking deck turned into a room at the back of the theatre room where we screened the movies. I end up sitting on the bed in this room wearing pajama pants with a tshirt that doesn't match. I also had my UGA cheerleading shorts on the floor along with a few other articles of clothing that added to the absolute tackiness that was my outfit.
As I was sitting there watching other people's movies through the doorway that connected the two rooms, and every so often feeling as though I was in the back of church, I got a text message about my movie. I needed to stay for the end of class because they were going to show mine. Suddenly I shot out of bed and started layering all of this clothing, and the person in the room with me asked why. I told them it was because I didn't want to be pulled on stage to talk about my movie, especially looking like that.
Somehow, though, I ended up convincing myself that we were going to win an award for the movie, and my partner had already left. So if I left too, there would be no one to accept the award, and they might not play our movie. So when my name was called, I walked slowly down the aisle extending my arms and pushing them up the way people do when they want applause. Everyone seemed to know me and yelled out funny comments about my attire. I took the mic and joked back before we watched the movie.
While I was watching it, I kept being amazed at the quality. The sound wasn't hard to hear like our first one, and there were no random equipment shots. There was even a professional actor in there...I know this because every time he came on screen, there was some sort of caption indicating we had paid him to be in it. He looked a little like Chevy Chase when he was younger, and I wondered how we could afford to pay him.
When it was over, I think I talked a bit more to the audience, but the dream basically ended there. I think I was too awake at this point and the dream had already been fading out. As for material origin, my boyfriend is in film school, and there were some references to his movies in mine, but I'm not sure about the car bit. I'm also not sure why I had this dream about a week after he showed me his last film either.
The next film was about race, somehow. It's hard to remember the specifics now, but I know I wasn't in it. I wrote the script but couldn't be there when they shot, so I didn't see it until class. It told about the life of a black mother, I think. And at one point in the dream I thought we had the real woman there, but it turns out it was just my partners mom with different hair.
Between making these movies and screening them in class was the weird part, though. Out in the parking deck there was some sort of driving school. Maybe. I just remember getting in an Eclipse on the bottom level and some older instructor type asking if I remembered how or was up to the challenge or something. I had to accelerate all the way to the top and change gears at every floor change. I sped, squealing tires around support structures for five floors. At the top, I had to stop suddenly because there was a group of people up there that I didn't want to hit. The guy in the car with me turned and told someone in the back, "Yeah, that's how you do it."
So we sat in the car on the top of the parking deck for a while, but at some point in the dream the car turned into a bed and the parking deck turned into a room at the back of the theatre room where we screened the movies. I end up sitting on the bed in this room wearing pajama pants with a tshirt that doesn't match. I also had my UGA cheerleading shorts on the floor along with a few other articles of clothing that added to the absolute tackiness that was my outfit.
As I was sitting there watching other people's movies through the doorway that connected the two rooms, and every so often feeling as though I was in the back of church, I got a text message about my movie. I needed to stay for the end of class because they were going to show mine. Suddenly I shot out of bed and started layering all of this clothing, and the person in the room with me asked why. I told them it was because I didn't want to be pulled on stage to talk about my movie, especially looking like that.
Somehow, though, I ended up convincing myself that we were going to win an award for the movie, and my partner had already left. So if I left too, there would be no one to accept the award, and they might not play our movie. So when my name was called, I walked slowly down the aisle extending my arms and pushing them up the way people do when they want applause. Everyone seemed to know me and yelled out funny comments about my attire. I took the mic and joked back before we watched the movie.
While I was watching it, I kept being amazed at the quality. The sound wasn't hard to hear like our first one, and there were no random equipment shots. There was even a professional actor in there...I know this because every time he came on screen, there was some sort of caption indicating we had paid him to be in it. He looked a little like Chevy Chase when he was younger, and I wondered how we could afford to pay him.
When it was over, I think I talked a bit more to the audience, but the dream basically ended there. I think I was too awake at this point and the dream had already been fading out. As for material origin, my boyfriend is in film school, and there were some references to his movies in mine, but I'm not sure about the car bit. I'm also not sure why I had this dream about a week after he showed me his last film either.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wallpaper on the ceiling
So I was worried I might have to take an old dream from an old blog to fill the assignment, but then my good ol' subconscious came through for me last night. It isn't the most fantastic of my dreams, but it will do. Here it is:
Now, because my dreams are often much crazier than this, I try to figure out where they came from or what they mean. There are plenty of dream interpretation websites out there and you can comment back what they say this means, but I'll give the easy explanation.
This dream is the result of too much Facebook (Michelle), too much HGTV (all of the design shows), and my dog peeing on my bed last night! She hasn't done that since she was a baby!!! (And ooooh was I pissed.) Oh, and also my guilt over not having a friend for her to play with.
I've never met Michelle's family, so they didn't have distinct features in my dream, and not too much attention was paid to them. Things like the puppy and the interior scheme, things I've seen before, were much more clear.
Last night I dreamed that I had taken my dog back to Macon to see a friend. She and her sister were living together for some reason, and at first they had been at Michelle's house. However, on this occasion they wanted to order pizza, and they could only get pizza delivered to her sister's house, so they were staying there. Michelle gave me a tour of the house, detailing everything she hated about it, as her family ate.
The house was old and rundown, but her most memorable complaint was the wallpaper on the ceiling. It didn't cover the ceiling, it looked more as though someone just didn't cut it at the top of the wall, so it ran over. In one room, the paper was sort of an 80's green. Not too olive like the 70's, or too forest like the 90's, sort of a pale sea mix - where mold may grow unnoticed. It had a strange 80's floral pattern as well, and it looked like it was coming off the walls...and ceiling. The corners were peeling back in places.
Before returning to her family, we stopped in one of the old restrooms. It was washed in a muted pink, but what's more, the floor was carpeted! I remember this because to my horror, I looked down to find my dog peeing on it. I cleaned it and apologized before taking my dog down the stairs that led straight from the bathroom to a bedroom. It was there that I found another little Dachshund! It looked just like my Abbs but with short hair. I knew it was Michelle's dog, but I plotted to steal it for my Abbs (Michelle does not have a doxie in real life).
Toward the end of the dream, Michelle's mom started walking around with us and scolded her for being so harsh on her sister's house. Like a sullen teenager, Michelle pouted back that they wouldn't even be there if it weren't for the stupid pizza delivery man. *And end scene*
The house was old and rundown, but her most memorable complaint was the wallpaper on the ceiling. It didn't cover the ceiling, it looked more as though someone just didn't cut it at the top of the wall, so it ran over. In one room, the paper was sort of an 80's green. Not too olive like the 70's, or too forest like the 90's, sort of a pale sea mix - where mold may grow unnoticed. It had a strange 80's floral pattern as well, and it looked like it was coming off the walls...and ceiling. The corners were peeling back in places.
Before returning to her family, we stopped in one of the old restrooms. It was washed in a muted pink, but what's more, the floor was carpeted! I remember this because to my horror, I looked down to find my dog peeing on it. I cleaned it and apologized before taking my dog down the stairs that led straight from the bathroom to a bedroom. It was there that I found another little Dachshund! It looked just like my Abbs but with short hair. I knew it was Michelle's dog, but I plotted to steal it for my Abbs (Michelle does not have a doxie in real life).
Toward the end of the dream, Michelle's mom started walking around with us and scolded her for being so harsh on her sister's house. Like a sullen teenager, Michelle pouted back that they wouldn't even be there if it weren't for the stupid pizza delivery man. *And end scene*
Now, because my dreams are often much crazier than this, I try to figure out where they came from or what they mean. There are plenty of dream interpretation websites out there and you can comment back what they say this means, but I'll give the easy explanation.
This dream is the result of too much Facebook (Michelle), too much HGTV (all of the design shows), and my dog peeing on my bed last night! She hasn't done that since she was a baby!!! (And ooooh was I pissed.) Oh, and also my guilt over not having a friend for her to play with.
I've never met Michelle's family, so they didn't have distinct features in my dream, and not too much attention was paid to them. Things like the puppy and the interior scheme, things I've seen before, were much more clear.
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