Category Archives: Dreams

i have reoccurring dreams about being in school and having not gone to a certain class for months, or the whole semester or even year because i forgot i was in the class.

dream: once again i was in school and had forgotten about not one but 2 classes that i was in. i got my report card, right before final exams, and saw that i had no grade for my english class, bringing my years average down to a 33, and i had also not gone to my cognitive psych class, where i now had a 27 average. that was killing my total average and GPA and i started freaking out. there was a big project due in english that i hadn’t even started, since i had forgotten i was in the class. so i was trying to make up a plan to go to these teachers and ask if i could do some extra work before the final exam to bring my average up. i knew they weren’t going to “buy” the fact that i had forgotten i was in the class, but i figured i had to do SOMETHING or i was going to fail out of school

dream: i was at artpark again seeing alice cooper, but i was by myself for some reason. after the show i went to walk outside and i ran into jeff, which was good cuz i didn’t want to walk by myself to my car cuz it was parked in a scary dark gravel lot. i had no shoes on, which wasn’t good for walking on gravel, and when i got to my car i had a giant piece of glass sticking out of my foot that i had to pull out. i got into the car and none of the traffic would let me back out and get in line, and they kept almost hitting me, or actually hitting me. i finally got out a bit, and then backed away from the traffic so i’d have room to sneak in. there was some sort of commotion with a group of drunk people (3 girls, 2 guys) and a security guard there was trying to break it up or something. she reached into my car and turned it off, and told me to get out. she commandeered my car as if she was a cop, to try to get the people to disperse, but instead she was trying to run them over and i was like wtf is going on. and i still had no shoes on. so i ended up in this other building with these drunk people, since i had to wait to get my car back. there was a vendor inside trying to sell big fleece kiss blankets even tho it wasn’t a kiss show.

dream: there was a museum with a permanent Spencer Tunick nude art installation exhibit. you signed your life away on waivers, and then you got to walk naked through an exhibit full of those big chinese warrior statues. you couldn’t see the exhibit unless you stripped down. then as people walked through and looked at the (really awesome) exhibit, a camera would automatically take photos to produce the piece of art. the exhibit wasn’t set up like a normal boring museum exhibit, so that the photos ended up being artistic and interesting. then once you left, in the gift shop, you could buy a print from your time in the exhibit (though you might not actually be in the photo). it was a really popular exhibit, surprisingly, and people in line were always talking about the Tunick installation at Central Terminal

dream: was hanging out at a meth lab in a field in the middle of no where in michigan (where they have a problem with meth labs, i remember from a 20/20 type tv show) with a few people who i guess ran the meth lab. they camped out outside the metal shed like buildings where the lab was. because meth labs have a habit of blowing up, we had to be really careful with any sort of fire or heat source. there was some sort of metal pipe coming out of one of the sheds that just randomly started on fire. and i was like um..fire…fiiiiree…maybe someone wants to put out the fire. so a dude found a fire extinguisher and put the fire out before it spread and the lab blew up. but it kept restarting on fire. i was like, maybe we should go, but the people were like no we live here with the lab

dreamed the carlos lived next door to me again, and we were kids. their father had converted them to scientology, so i was at their house trying to get them out of the cult. i was talking to mrs carlo and the girls about just leaving, and they were all wishy washy about it. i kept asking how they could believe in such a cult, and every time i said “cult” i’d yell it real loud. mr carlo came home tho, and didn’t like that i was there talking to them about this, but i kept asking how they could possibly believe in it, and he’d start going on with some brain washed prepared speech. i tried to ask mrs carlo how she could believe in it since she was a catholic. i finally grabbed the girls and ran outside, and was like “yay let’s play outside” which they weren’t allowed to do anymore. mr carlo was really pissed now but for some reason did not come after us. so we were running on my front lawn, and i was trying to make them remember what it was like to be a normal kid not in a cult. so i was like, remember when we used to spin in circles until we fell down and had to be carried to the “hospital” (the other side of the lawn), and then i suggested we play hopscotch. so we went to my garage to find chalk, and stacey started drawing the most insanely complicated hopscotch board in the world. i was trying not to offend her, so she wouldn’t run back to the cult, but i just didn’t understand all the parts of the board she was drawing. then i thought she was cheating, so i was asking again how the board worked and she did get offended and stormed off back home. i was like nooo let’s draw a traditional hopscotch board, so me and lindsay started drawing it, and were just hoping that stacey would come back and leave the cult again.

i realized in my real adult life that i don’t remember what the point of hopscotch was.

dream: i was on american idol, but the songs i’d sing i’d make completely new lyrics up, right on the spot. they was sort of like parodies, like weird al, but spontaneous. one of the judges was the guy from csi: ny, i think his name is danny, the cute one who married the girl from montana (lindsay?) and had a baby…we sort of had a fling going on, so i told him i’d only perform songs that had been on csi, so he’d keep voting to keep me on the show. i was really good tho. haha then this asian girl tried to sing MJ’s “give into me” and she just totally murdered it, all off key and everything, it was awful.

had a dream that would make a killer bad horror movie. don’t know how many details to describe here incase someone takes my random brain electrical firings and writes it out and makes a hit movie from it….basically a bunch of college kids break into an abandoned factory (specifically spaulding fibre) to throw a big party. once it gets dark these zombie creatures come out of no where to kill them all, except the 2 main characters who they push into a toxic pool of water, where they become the zombie creatures too. these weren’t typical slow moving BRAAAAINS zombies, but super quick kiillers, no brains needed.

dream: michael jordan was playing Pig, or Horse or something with people, and picking a shot no one could make – off the bleachers, off something else, off a divet in the floor, into the net (remember those commercials?). people kept trying but no one could do it, so finally they made him do it. but then he turned into tiger woods, and tiger did it using a golf club and golf ball. then for some reason i was going to tiger’s house to pick up left over food we had taken home from a restaurant. i was about to leave his house and i realized there were all kinds of paparazzi outside, who would take my picture, everyone would see me leaving his house and think i was one of tigers whores. LOL