Dream

[lierdumoa]

I had what is by far the strangest dream I have ever had in my life last night. From the content it might have ben considered a nightmare, but strangely enough, it wasn't scary to me at all. I really liked it, actually. I often don't remember my dreams, but when I do, they tend to be very fantastical.

Anyway, I had a late night snack of chocolate. I think that might have something to do with it.



So it started out at home. Only it wasn't anything like my real home. It was the home in my dream, and I was living with my parents, only unlike in real life, I was living with them because I was a kid. I feel like I was fourteen. I didn't have a sister, like I do in real life, and I was estranged with my parents. It was weird, though, because I think I was pretty happy in spite of that. This part of my dream was strangely toned in blues.

So there was something about having to run errands with my mom, and then I took off and I was with Avril Lavigne. Or possibly I was Avril Lavigne. I switched identities a lot in this dream. We were running around this town/city and we ran into this underground road/train thing (not a subway -- it was way too clean and the walls were way to cavelike and the entrance was so large that a good deal of light was getting in. The light was late evening light. Still blue tinged.

So it turns out Avril Lavigne's friends don't care about anything but skating, because we ended up at a giganimous half pipe. Much skateboarding took place. I think some of it might have been video taped because (and I'm not clear on this) suddenly I was in a class and we were showing videos. Like, "what I did over the summer" videos. Mine had something to do with skating. I think in the class I may have been younger -- like, twelve or thirteen. It's weird, I've never really identified certain ages as feeling certain ways, but I can feel how old I was in certain parts of the dream. During the Avril Lavigne portion I was feeling the same age I am now -- eighteen.

It's like I had about four or five dreams, but for some reason they all bled into each other.

So, something was up with the teacher. She wasn't really happy in our job. Next thing I knew I was changing age again and this time I was a little boy. Maybe ten years old. I was talking with this guy about being in this living group. The people and the place reminded me of something out of Tim Burton. I showed him my ability to draw cartoons (I don't draw cartoons but my 10 year old male dream self did). He gave me some advice to make my cartoons really Tim Burton like (though thinking back they looked a lot like the artwork of this guy I knew in highschool who won a place in this really good summer art program).

So then I was looking a bit Tim Burton like. I never saw my self, but I could feel it. Everyone had this weird cute/dark cartoonish quality about them. I went to school with other people like me, who had odd talents and were going to this school where they could explore them and be really really weird at the same time.

So I stepped into class and there was my old teacher (back from when I was still a girl in the other dream). She looked different, and not in a good way, but she wasn't hideously ugly or anything. Just, like, darker and more cartoonish in that vaguely Tim Burton way. We recognized each other. I found out that she had destroyed all the tapes that had been submitted from the other class, but put them together to make this cool project. Also, aside from teaching at this weird Tim Burton-esque place (and she was like a bad teacher cause she still hated teaching, but I felt kind of sad for her and I liked her -- I think everyone in the class did, so we forgave her her short temper and bitterness) she had this job where she was writing a series of articles (like the kind of shit you'd find in the Enquirer) under Britney Spears' name.

So I had to call up lelenevity (who in real life is my best friend from eighth grade whom I recently got back in touch with). In my dream we were friends, and I had to tell her what happened to me. Oh, and at some point between meeting my old teacher again and making the phonecall I was back to being a girl. I told her where I was and that I was basically living and going to school with a bunch of freaks ( I was still a little kid as I was with this living arrangement, but while I was on the phone I felt older). I told her that they had their issues and some of them could have been percieved as dangerous in a Wednesday Addams sort of way ( I came up with that analogy just now -- not in the dream), but that I knew they wouldn't hurt me and I was watching out for them. I felt like it was really important that she know that I wasn't in any danger from them because I understood them and that I had made it my job to watch out for them (including the teacher).

Oh, and then I moved on to another dream where I was Randy (or possibly Justin) and I was just done talking with Gale (or possibly Brian -- I might have been stuck somewhere between identities of character and actor, actually). It felt kind of domestic. We were in the loft, I remember. Not the set of the loft -- in the dream the loft was really a loft. That's when I woke up.

I considered going back to sleep, because there was the possibility I would have been able to continue the dream and have sex with Gale/Brian. I eventually figured I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, so I got up and wrote all this down before I forgot it.



So I woke up around 5:15. I went to bed at 2:30. I was really tired, but I wanted to get up early to do more work on my RPS. Funny thing about me -- if I get the idea in my head that it's important I wake up early -- I will. It's useless of me to set alarms, for the most part, because if I feel I need to wake up at a certain time, I will, regardless of sleep had (2:45 plus a 2:30 nap I had in the afternoon), and if I don't feel I need to wake up at a certain time I'll usually ignore my alarm.

I'm now feeling a bit jittery. Could be from the dream or the really strong coffee I drank a few hours ago (before I went to bed). Possibly a combination of both.

Sorry this post isn't very coherent. I don't have the energy to go back and rewrite the sentences so they're less convoluted.

Comments

[qafhappy.livejournal.com]

I cannot even begin to tell you how delighted it makes me that you are working on another RPS!

Any estimated time of arrival yet?

::wriggles excitedly::

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, it's the same one that I've been working on. Part two of IWLT. I'm going to try to finish it today.

[tehshiny.livejournal.com]

And you think I'm weird. :|

But your dream sounds better than my freaky frog one.

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Well, honey, it's a dream. Dreams are supposed to be weird. Unless you're like, a really boring person.

[tehshiny.livejournal.com]

But your dream was weird in a good way. Mine is always weird in a scary way.

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Well, most of the times my dreams are weird in a scary way. This was a happy exception, actually.

[lelenevity.livejournal.com]

that was bizarre. i love all the age-changing though.

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Yeah -- you know, I heard once that people tend to have 4-5 dreams a night. They only think they don't dream because they don't remember dreaming.

I suppose it was just one of those weird mornings where I actually remembered all of my dreams from the night before.

[7sin-hellion.livejournal.com]

I'm suddenly inspired to get out my dream interpretation book. Your dream sounds vaguely like some of mine.

In fact, the last one I can remember mostly involved Brian, rescuing a friend of Justin's (mine) from an abusive relationship. After he let out his inner Knight in shining armor, we were laying in bed and I reached into the side table drawer to get something-most likely a condom, to find that he had a secret stash of Butterfingers and Paydays hidden in there. *sratches head*

I woke up saying WTF? and when can I go back to that dream? :D You're not alone.