Last Night I Dreamed…
…that I had a moonlighting gig as Barney seeing that I have prior experience as Eeyore. I was filming an episode and some kid, about 10 years old, kicked me square in the nuts. I was writhing in pain on the floor but nobody knew it because I had the Barney head on. Everyone thought I was just making the Barney suit roll on the floor and laugh.
Then I woke up.
What was the last dream you dreamt?
In detail please.
Los
RAIN IT DOWN
Last night I dreamed of facebook-I swear…and it was SO scary.
You know that “poke” option they have? Well, somehow facebook had become demon possessed (not as far fetched as it sounds..haha) and if you clicked on someone’s name and “poked” them, they would literally feel pain…in real life. I was poked over and over and over…and felt pain. …REAL earnest pain. It was scary, dude…seriously.
Want to know what woke me up? A freaky voice that said.. “DANA”…like a super scary voice. Needless to say, I flipped my light on and went back to sleep. There was no way in HELL I was sleeping in the dark after that mess.
P.S. THIS WAS A TRUE STORY…not fabricated AT ALL!!!
I honestly can’t remember my last dream… but 2 that stand out are:
1)Reality: When my daughter was in the NICU we stayed at the RMH across the road. At random points throughout EVERY night I would dream: that my pillow was her and we HAD TO GET UP b/c we were squishing her… so we got up several times each night and it was a lovely add to the stress we already had. Yuck.
2)I don’t think I’ll ever forget the time Count Chocula chased my Grandma and I around the island in her kitchen. I was 4. It still creeps me out.
Last night I dreamed my daughter and I were taking her boys to school, and we took our regular route through Wild Animal Park (of course; where else?), when a lion and lioness ran out in front of us to attack. We hit them square on, and for the rest of the day the car wore lion carcasses on it’s nose. Until we stopped at a red light by a local hotel called the Mission Inn, where a pedestrian saw the carnage, and turned us in. Within minutes, about 15 park workers in lovely green coveralls came to remove the bodies. And to arrest us. Good news, though: the boys weren’t late for school.
Last night I dreamed I was debating Barack Obama and he was kicking my butt! But each time I made a point, Hillary was taunting in the back ground, yelling…”That’s what I am talking about!”. Then my newborn started crying and I haven’t slept since!
i dream a lot, actually lucid dream yeah its great.
last night we were at my grandma’s house and she had bought this sweet old car the kind like this on: http://www.victorycars.com/carimages/eusinduesy1%20copy.jpg
except it was baby blue. And my grandma was mad at us because we wanted to take it for a spin. well it was her birthday and we took it to detail it and my dad was driving and then she found it at our house and was sooo angry, it was at night too. then we were driving to her house in the old car the cool night wind was blowing my hair all over and then we stopped at this house and it was the house in africa we visited a few years ago! there were these gangster guys with shotguns and they were chasing us and i hid under the fencing (like at the bottom of the trailer) and he was looking for us and found me, stopped, looked me dead in the eyes, my heart was pumping and i couldn’t breathe, i stopped breathing, holding my breath… then BAM! i woke up. stark in my bed. looking at the alarm clock. it was 10min before it was to go off. i was out of breath. it was crazy!
Friday night (2 nights before the Oscars) I had a dream that I was in the 5th row of the Oscars, I had jeans on (when everyone else was in beautiful gowns) and I had a bag of lettuce in my purse…….WHY?
Also, in my dream (I’m not making this up) Jada Pinkett came up to me, like we were long time friends, “Hey Kelly” “Hey Jada” and she asked if her kids started crying during the Oscars would I take them out and keep them busy” “Sure Jada not a problem” WHY?????
Kelly S.
You guys have some crazy dreams!
I can’t really remember mine, but I woke up laughing at 3:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep for a long time. Something about belching (which I don’t even think I am capable of) and lighting it on fire…I have no idea where it came from.
It was a flu-inspired dream… Billie Joe Armstrong was a-courting me, and Eric Clapton was there too, playing the part of nice-guy-next-door. Weird.
I had a dream last night that I was on a show very similar to America’s Next Top Model. I did my first runway show and I sucked because my dress didn’t fit right and because I can’t walk too well in heels. Then all of a sudden I was part of a female singing group competition much like on Making the Band. I made it into the group despite the fact that I don’t sing very well. But the judges were saying that I was too tall to be in the group. They didn’t want to hurt my feelings and kick me out so they came up with this plan to do a show out in Memphis that was “first come first served.” So whichever group members showed up first would be able to perform and ultimately be a part of the band. They scheduled the show during a time that I had to teach class and I couldn’t find anyone to drive with me to Memphis. So needless to say, I didn’t make the band. Or become a model for that matter.
Yeah, I know. I watch too much MTV.
Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm
Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm
So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?
The story is old – I know
But it goes on
The story is old – I know
But it goes on
Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on
Funny you asked…
I had a dream that my family and a bunch of friends were hangin’ at a park, playing on the waterslide, wading in some water (people were sliding down a slide that was like the snowskiing jumpers in the olympics – ’cause that’s just how we roll, ya know? hilarious!!!)…
i look at my wife and realize that she’s an actress on this tv show and a dude she used to like (he’s actually passed in real life) is on the show too. I realized that the show was “putting them together” in the storyline and i’m like, “you know, hon, i’m not really comfortable with this” and she’s like laughing at me saying, “you’re being silly – you know me!” and i’m like, “i know – but i’m not comfortable – what if the shoe was on the other foot and it was me!”. “Mike, it’s what i do for a living…” DUH!
My wife is so not anything like that! Hilarious!
Last night I dreamt that the chairman of our board’s wife kept handing me things to pack “for when we leave”. Then she threw us a going away party. Then she asked me who exactly I was married to anyway.
Last time I checked we had no plans on moving (hubby is a pastor)… hopefully the dream wasn’t prophetic!
So this is super creepy and I’m not sure why I’m sharing. Maybe because everyone else is doing it so why don’t I?
The other day, I had an hour long snooze and managed to dream of Los and his wife?! That’s right, I’ve met neither of them, but I definitely stayed at their house. I had a feeling there was a pastors’ conference in town, but I’m not a pastor. But I guess the people I was with were??? So, I was definitely stuck at the Whitaker household which had a strange giant tent shower room in their bedroom in which I tried to shower without anyone walking in on me.
The only explanation I have of this dream is that my brain securely stashed away Heather’s post that mentioned the “Whitaker Hostel” and decided to unleash it in a form of a strange, strange dream. Weird day when you dream about people in your Google Reader.
It’s rare I remember my dreams, but lately I’ve retained bits and pieces…
Last night, in fact, I dreamed of some sort of B&E. The only part I can recall was right before I woke up, where I was looking for a young lady I used to work with. The girl had called me out of the blue last night, in tears and a little drunk, apologizing for only calling whenever life went crazy on her. She had just found out her ovarian cancer was not responding to the treatments. Her answer for such moments is to drink.
Anyway, the dream.
I was looking for her, driving through small towns and stopping at roadside gas stations. It reminded me of deep south Georgia, or Alabama in summer, with rolling hills and lush green everywhere. I was with someone, but the person changed between different friends from church.
Somehow, the towns and trees turned into a small neighborhood built into a deep tan network of caves, open at the top, sunlight pouring in from above. Remember the cave path at the end of Indiana Jones 3? Like that, only bigger, and with normal, modern houses spread out within it.
I and my ever-changing friend went from house to house trying to find this girl, peering in windows and ducking under porches. At one point I think we had to evade some laser-net security ala Oceans 12… but without the dancing…
We entered one house, but the inside was of the same cave motif as the outside environs, which didn’t seem odd to me at all for some reason. I remember looking over a balcony into an adobe-decorated living room below, and seeing a burly man looking like he’d been woken up from some noise we’d made while unlawfully entering his house. I remember trying to sneak out the door I noticed to my left, only to turn and see him atop some stairs, directly in front of us. He was rotund, wearing some dark shorts, a dirty gray tee shirt and fluffy slippers. His hair was a tangled mess and his beard looked like it had housed multiple generations of avian families.
He noticed us, and was visibly startled for a moment. I remember being scared- in a “teenager caught coming home after curfew” sort of way. I went up to him, and started saying things like “It’s okay, we’re just trying to find our friend” and, “We’re just leaving”. I remember trying to grab his upper arms and put myself between him and my companion. I opened the door to my left, and held his left shoulder back with my right hand as he said something about “We don’t allow trespassing here”. Obviously.
He manner was that “I’m calmly going to kill you now” sort of perturbed. The door was open, but there were no stairs or balcony or anything out of it- just a long drop to the cave floor. The last instant before I woke up were simultaneously his reaching for a gun, me pushing my friend out the door (to be safe from the guy not fall to his/her doom), and him hurling me out- all at once.
That feeling of being on the Freefall at Magic Mountain hit my stomach, and then I woke up and went to work.
Hooray!
I dreamed that I was engaged to my ex-boyfriend (whom I would never marry in real life, because he lies and cheats). Wonder what THAT was about?
I dreamed the other night that I was carrying a top secret, pink envelope to the front lines of Iraq and Afghanistan. I had snipers shooting at the vehicle I was driving and when I got out they tried to kill me.
Luckily I managed to make it to my “contact” who I could not see, so I don’t know if I knew him, but when he opened the card it said, “congratulations on your new baby.”
Insight: My father and brother were recently serving in Afghanistan and are now back in the US. My brother is expecting his first child with his wife and my husband and I are trying to have children of our own. My family lives in Maine, my husband and I live in Georgia.
You know what’s really weird? I JUST wrote a post about my weird dream last night (induced by the malaria meds I’m still on); going to post it tomorrow. Great minds think alike, I guess!
My wife has some weird crazy dreams. She’s just started a blog to share them over at http://crumblestone.wordpress.com
I don’t have cool dreams though.
Mine is sad. I dreamed that we were house hunting and decided on a place. We brought our dog over to make sure she liked it (don’t ask why…I don’t know) and she got bit by a rattle snake. I picked her up and started running down the street to the vet, but she died before I could make it.
not cool.
I was helping out at a youth event, and somehow I got to fly. Then some other kid was able to fly too, but he was writing on my clouds with a marker. Crazy stuff like “hey you all down there” but the weird thing was he was writing on the top of the cloud, which didn’t make any sense. Then he messed up my room, which was also in the sky. That’s when he got in trouble.
this was a VERY strange one. I was dreaming that we were having a church service in Busch Stadium. I was on staff, but I could never figure out what I was supposed to do. I was walking through the concourse area when one of the other staff members came up and introduced me to our new “Airport Pickup Director” evidently we had a lot of people flying into our services, and we needed someone to coordinate this … his name, Carlos Whittaker … only you looked like Steve Urkel. But then all the other staff started giving you crap about your position and how it wasn’t a “real” position. Things started off very awkward, and then there was a huge mele in the students’ section. I had to go break it up, call the cops and ambulance. Then I was the only staff member left in the entire stadium. Everyone took off with you to go on a plane ride around the city.
Not quite sure what that means … I did find a new pizza joint earlier that night though – Cecil Whittaker’s Pizza.
OK…after last night, I HAD to come back and revisit this post.
I had this dream last night that I visited Buckhead. (Seriously, this is the first time you have ever appeared in a dream.) I was hanging out in the tech booth with this guy and the service starts and the mic isn’t up. Several more times cues are missed and the sound sucks. Some technical director or something comes in all pissed and the tech guy blamed me for the mistakes.
“I’m just here to watch!” I say.
“You’re the professional, you should know what you’re doing.” the tech guy says to me.
Then I want to run sound for the second service so I can do it better than the guy who was supposed to cause I’m really irritated with him.
Then a friend of mine from years ago who was number 2 golfer in the state of Utah his Senior year of high school pops his head in to say hi to people and notices me. We chat and he’s dressed in golf gear and a little sweaty. Turns out he plays PGA now and he’s there for the Augusta National which, in my dream, is right outside the church. I wanted to go but felt bad asking him for free passes. Then I woke up.
Really weird. And random.