Multiple dream night. First dream was about Maynard James Keenan from Tool/APC. I had gone to a hotel room like place where Maynard was teaching a class, or lecturing about some kind of experiment or something. I didn’t know it was Maynard, but I went in to listen to him, and I sat on the floor next to the bed. He had long hair, and it didn’t look like a wig that’s why I didn’t know it was him. Something with the experiment, caused him to have to pull out some hair that needed to be used in what he was doing, which added to my confusion if it was Maynard or not. I kept trying to decide if it was him or not by looking at the hair to see if it was real or a wig. Then I remembered that he has the APC logo tattooed on his arm (which that isn’t true in real life), so I kept trying to look at his arm as he was doing this experiment. Finally I got a glimpse of the tattoo, and I knew it was him, and I was all happy that I recognized him. So then Danielle came into the room, which was really our room where we lived. And so I’m trying to mouth to her that it’s Maynard. Then she gets into bed to go to sleep, and Maynard was bald again, and he had left his jewelry on the bed, so I went to move it, and still the whole time I hadn’t let on that I knew he was Maynard. So then I guess the experiment was over, because now  he was bald, and he sat on the bed with Danielle, and was talking to us. I was still sitting on the floor, and I can’t remember now what we were talking about, but then he kissed me. It wasn’t a sexual thing, just like, a friend thing. That was about it.

Dream 2. Not sure how it began but it ended up with me at my house with Scary Trench Coat Boy. He was sitting in the red chair near the TV in my living room, and I was sitting on the floor. Sometimes the room flashed into my bedroom, but most of the time it stayed the living room. My mom was there, and I know she was thinking why did I bring home this scary trench coat boy. But we’re talking and, I had this little square fish bowl and a goldfish. Then my dog (I don’t have a dog) was in the fish bowl too, because earlier my mom had gotten pissed and shrank the dog and put him in with the fish. I kept talking to scary trench coat boy about how the dog could be surviving in the fish bowl. He didn’t understand how a dog could be in there, but I took the dog out and put him on the floor, and he was a big dog again. So we’re watching TV, and talking sort of, and my dad comes home. He wonders why I brought home this scary trench coat boy, but doesn’t say anything. Scary trench coat boy is really uncomfortable, and I haven’t introduced him to anyone because I don’t know his name. So he kind of laughs, and says something to my dad about not ever getting introduced, so I ask him his name, and he says “Travis”.

possible explanation: Not too sure. I wasn’t thinking about Maynard at all. Scary Trench Coat Boy is a guy at my school. He wears a black trench coat, or black shiny trench coat every day, no matter what the weather. He’s sorta goth, but not really, but definitely scary. Whenever I see him, he stares at me. Last night he was at the bar we went to, to see a band play, and he stared at me. It would be weird if I end up talking to him at some point and finding out his name is Travis.

possible interpretation: no idea. Just like all my dreams, I have no idea what they mean.

I don’t remember much of this dream, well at least the parts that make it flow together. It’s very choppy in my mind, so sorry if it makes less sense than normal. In this dream I was extremely violent and homicidal. I was someplace, a house or something, and wanted to fight everyone, or kill someone, or something. I was fighting with someone, I don’t know who, and they threw me over their shoulder like some kind of karate move, and then did some other kind of move where they threw me. The entire dream I was incredibly pissed off and angry, wanting to be violent. Anyway, someone said that I had lost the fight, but I remember I was doing quite well so I wanted to see an instant replay. But instead of an instant replay it was more like a re-enactment. This time since I knew when the girl was going to do those throwing moves on me, I tried real hard so she wouldn’t be able to throw me and she couldn’t. Then this girl I worked with this summer was there, and I wanted to kill her too. So I grabbed this glass as she tried to calm me down, and was going to smash it against the table, but she told me it was plastic. So I tried to find another glass, which there were glasses all over this coffee table. I was sitting on the floor next to the table, and she was across from me. I was holding the glass, and really wanted to smash it so I could throw it at someone. But I didn’t. Then I was at a Sabres game, up in the 300 level. I was still severely pissed off and homicidal, and I wouldn’t talk to anyone. There was something about me wanting to leave and go to sleep, but I don’t know what that was about. So I guess it was the 3rd period of the game, and they took a 5 minute break which confused me. Then I thought it must be going into overtime, that’s why they’re taking the break. But it wasn’t overtime. Then all the ushers working at the arena told everyone to come down to a lower level of seats for the end of the game, because lots of people had left and there were lots of open seats. So everyone went down to the 200 level and I got a seat in the first row. But there was this big wall in front of us, blocking our view, and I thought, “why the hell would anyone want 200 level seats if you can’t even see.” So I stood up to look over the wall, and the players were coming back on the ice after that 5 minute break. Then someone scored, and it was either Varada or Tsyplakov, I couldn’t tell if it was a 25 or 29 who scored. Then we were leaving, and I was feeling in a better mood, but only slightly. I had to go to the bathroom, and then my mom was there, and we went to find a bathroom. She went in first, and I waited outside because I thought it was only a 1 stall thing. Then Danielle and her mom were there, and finally I went into the bathroom. Then I was Michael Stipe from REM, and I had a dress on. It was like an overall type dress, it had straps, and I couldn’t get the straps back on over my shoulders. So I’m struggling with the straps as I’m talking about how I’m dating Courtney Love, and it doesn’t really matter to me (as Michael Stipe) if we get back together or break up. So I can’t get the straps over my shoulders so I decide to leave the top of the dress off, because I had another shirt on underneath, and go back out into the hall. So I’m feeling even better, and I’m not Michael Stipe anymore, and I’m talking to Danielle and her mom. We were playing with these magic wand things, like the ones that have the glitter in them that slowly fall down to the other end. But these had 7 colored disks in them, they were called hypnotic sticks or something, and the purpose was to get all the disks to be equal distance apart from each other, and it was supposed to cure headaches or something. We were playing with them because Danielle’s mom had a headache, with weirdo symptoms. That was about the end of the dream, but through the entire thing, I was in a totally bad homicidal mood, and everyone thought I was delusional and psychotic. People could tell I had “become” Michael Stipe in the bathroom, and when I left the bathroom I was normal again and they could tell. I think people were pitying me because I was so psychotic.

possible explanation: Hockey is explained because I had watched the hockey game that night. I haven’t thought about REM or Courtney Love in a long time, so I’m not sure where that came from. I have no idea why I wanted to kill people, or why I was extremely violent and psychotic.

possible interpretation: I hope this doesn’t mean I am going to become psychotic or violent, or murder anyone.

Another squirrel dream. I was only taking a nap and I didn’t think I was actually asleep, but…I was in my school’s art building, but it was also where I lived, and I had to go down the hall to show someone something, and we were on the way back to my room when my bracelet fell apart. It was a really shitty bracelet, and it broke all the time. So I was holding the pieces but then dropped a few, which broke when they hit the floor because it was so shitty. I was getting pissed, and went back into my room when  the walkman I was apparently holding broke in half and half of it fell on the floor. So I was really pissed at how shitty everything I had was, threw it all on my desk and left to go to the park. I went to a state park kind of place, with trails and stuff. I guess I had to go there to get something from some particular part of the park. So I was on the trail, and I saw a kid slide down another part of it because it was really slippery. So I’m walking and am about to go down a little hill, and so I sit down and decide to slide down it like the other kid. Then I realized it was really dirty, and decided not to, but since it was so slippery, I couldn’t stand up to walk down. So I decided to try to turn around and go back and use a different trail to get to where I needed to be. So I was still sitting down, and turning to go back, and the trail had shrunk and gotten really skinny, so I didn’t have much room for my feet, and didn’t want to fall into the water that was there. It was a pond, and I looked into the pond and there were stone steps going into the pond, almost like an inverted lego pyramid. Then I saw a fish in the water and thought there wasn’t any fish in the park because it was polluted. But then it turned into a squirrel, and it started swimming really fast, and jumped out of the water and landed on my thigh. I cringed in the dream, and made some kind of scared scream/noise, and I think I cringed in my sleep as well. It was really stressful and scary. I thought when the squirrel jumped out of the water that it was going to go for my neck like a vampire, so I squinched my head down to try to make my neck smaller so it wouldn’t bite it. Then I thought it might have rabies, which made it worse, but then the squirrel jumped off me and ran away.

possible explanation – Another damn squirrel dream…I don’t know why I’m having them. I didn’t even see any squirrels today. I do have a bracelet that keeps falling off, but not breaking, because it has a stupid clasp. Not too sure about the walkman or park.

possible interpretation – Again, not sure, I really need to take a class on dream interpretation or something.

I was at Tops grocery store, with Liz, Lucky and Nikolas from General Hospital. We were in an isle, in front of this kind of conveyor belt. We were helping the store clean up and get organized for some kind of corporate review. The store was disgusting and I kept saying that I didn’t know why we were helping, because there’d never be enough help to save that place. So I was quickly putting these blocks of stuff onto this conveyor belt and they’d go down to Lucky and Nikolas, but I was going to fast because I had manic-depressive illness. I was manic at that point and going too fast for everyone. Then I got real depressed and could barely move, I couldn’t lift the blocks because I was so depressed, and my medication was giving me side effects so I felt sick. Then I was sitting in the food court part of the grocery store, I was fine, not sick or manic-depressive, and Stone Temple Pilots were giving a concert there. So then Danielle was there sitting at the table with me watching the concert. Near the end, Scott Weiland took his shirt off, and then went for his pants. Danielle and I both screamed “Take it off!” and he stopped and said, “Does anyone want to help me with this?!” And without hesitation I got up and walked over to him. He had pajama pants on, and they were safety pined on tight so they wouldn’t fall off. So I undid the safety pin, put the pin on the table and pulled his pants off. So I stood next to him and put my arm around his shoulder as everyone got a good look at Scott naked. Then my parents were in the crowd, and started taking pictures of me and naked Scott on stage so I could prove that I was the one who took his pants off. It was weird, because I could feel my arm around him, and he was sweaty and stuff, it felt very real. Then I woke up to Bone Thugs n Harmony’s “Crossroads” in my head….

possible explanation – The manic-depressive part can be accounted for because I had just finished reading a book about it. Tops market, General Hospital, and STP can’t be explained really. Scott taking his pants off might be explained by the fact that he did take his pants off when I saw STP in concert a few weeks ago. Why I dreamed about STP I’m not sure…

possible interpretation – not sure it means much of anything, mainly because the manic-depressive part had been spurred by the book. The other parts seem relatively meaningless.

Apparently I was in charge of getting together a reunion for a bunch of my friends, that I used to talk to in #Mjfans on the undernet. It was a real reunion, not an internet one, and I had planned for it to be at TGI Fridays restaurant. So I went, and met up with my friends, and we were seated. But then, surrounding the building outside, were tons of men all in black, with big guns. They were sharp shooters, they had the red lazer sights on their guns. They were there trying to kill some guy who was on top of a building across the street or something. The bad guy shot one of the sharp shooters. Then inside the restaurant there was a rotunda kind of thing, and inside the rotunda were tons of sharp shooters. So we’re all in the restaurant, a lot of people were there, and no one could leave. We were huddled on this small staircase, because we didn’t want to get shot by the bad guy. We were right under the rotunda, and every now and then the sharp shooters would aim their guns at someone else, and all the light scopes from the guns created a weird cool light show. So then, I left the restaurant somehow, with my dad. And my mom was on this piece of cardboard, like a drawing. And then she died. The drawing wasn’t breathing or anything, and so we rushed to the emergency room, so they could fix her. We gave the doctor the cardboard, and Danielle came walking out, perfectly alive. Apparently Danielle was supposed to be my mom or something. So I got really pissed that why didn’t she call and tell us she was alive, and stuff.

Another part of this dream, or some other dream, I was with a bunch of these friends, and two strange boys came to talk to us. They were really nice, the one boy shook my hand and it was really soft. Then we were someplace, again huddled down, but not from sharp shooters, and I sat behind the soft hand boy. He put his arm around me, and then I assume, we were dating. But we never said anything to each other because he was really shy. But he was really nice to me, without even needing to say anything. It’s hard to explain.

possible explanation – Not too sure. My friends from #Mjfans are trying to get together an IRC reunion, so that could explain part of the dream. The sharp shooters and Friday’s came out of no where.

possible interpretation – Help me out on this one haha…

I was in London, England, on a bus. It was a kind of tourist bus trip around the town kind of thing. We passed another bus, and on it was Simon LeBon from Duran Duran. He was getting off the bus, so I got off mine and followed him. I was trying to catch up with him, but there were a lot of people in the way. He stopped at a theatre, but it wasn’t a movie theatre. It was a kind of TV studio, because they were showing Hollywood Squares (the game show). He asked the woman if there were any tickets left, and she said no. So I asked him how much they were, and Simon said 1 dollar. I said oh, and suddenly Simon asked the woman to buy all 500 of the tickets for the next show. He looked at me and said, “Just think of this as a precursor of more extravagant things to come.” I said ok, and it was just assumed that I was now on a date with Simon. So since we had time before the show, we went into this store. The store was some kind of sensual, seduction store. The only thing in it was lit candles all over. It was then understood that we were going to end up having sex later that night. Since we still had time before the show, we went to an apartment, which I assumed to be mine. We were there for a while, and he told me about how stupid Robbie Williams is. Robbie was dating a teacher, who was constantly teaching her kids not to have sex before marriage, but then Robbie got her pregnant. Then Simon had to go home, and he lived in Oklahoma City. Then Danielle came over to my apartment in London, and we were fixing my bed because something was wrong with it. The mattress was all flattened, more on one side than the other, and the sheets didn’t fit. We turned the mattress over, and started taping the sheets onto the bottom of the mattress so it would stay. Then Simon called me from Oklahoma City, and we talked on the phone for a while. He made some comment about living in Oklahoma City, where things blow up every 10 minutes. I thought it was odd that he was British and lived in Oklahoma City, and I was American and lived in London. Then he said that there was something he wasn’t going to tell me until Monday, but figured that he’d tell me now. So he told me to open the envelope he had left in my apartment. So I did, and there was a piece of paper that was like a TV screen. Simon was on it with a man dressed in a rabbit costume, and Simon started singing about how much he liked me and wanted to be with me.

That was the end of that dream, but it moved on to me being at my house, and there being a squirrel inside. It brought me keys to the door, like a dog, to be let outside. So I took the keys, and then it ran at me, and I jumped over it before it could bite my foot. Then I opened the door and got it out of the house.

possible explanation: Absolutely no idea. I haven’t listened to Duran Duran in a long time, I haven’t seen them on TV, haven’t thought about them…I have no idea why I was dreaming about Hollywood Squares, as I haven’t watched that show in ages. London is explained because I had been thinking about asking a friend who lives there about his apartment. There has been no news about Oklahoma City, so that was out of nowhere as well. The squirrel dream, another part of my reoccurring squirrels biting my feet dreams.

possible interpretation: Again, absolutely no idea. I don’t even know where to begin. Help appreciated *email*

I had gone to Antarctica to view a raising of an island that had been buried underwater for years. After it had been raised, we were walking on the ice, and I found some computers that had been buried in the ice from when a school had been there. So I dug one out of the ice, and I turned it on and it still worked! So I was looking around on the computer, and it had all this information about Limp Bizkit and their new album “chocolate starfish….”. I was amazed that they had known this info years before Limp Bizkit even was created. Then Fred Durst was there, and I was telling him how much his new album sucks. Then I was in my room, and an old friend from high school showed up, and was telling me stories. Then he began quoting Orgy lyrics, and I was like, “hey. good one.” Then I was at my house, in my family room and my cat was scratching at the door to be let in. So I opened the door and let her in. Then there was more scratching at the door, and I didn’t know why because I had just let her inside. So I see her outside again, and open the door. But it wasn’t her, it was a squirrel. The squirrel came inside and bit my foot, and I couldn’t get it off of me.

possible explanation: There’s been a lot of coverage of Limp Bizkit’s new album. What computers on Antarctica has to do with it, I’m not sure. The squirrel thing…I’ve been having reoccurring dreams about squirrels biting my feet.

possible interpretation: I’ve looked at a few bullshit explanations about squirrels and feet, but nothing seemed right. Limp Bizkit’s new album does suck, so I’ve heard, but I don’t know first hand. I just hate Fred Durst.

I was walking on campus one day, and these squirrels were running around. One came up to me and bit my foot, and I couldn’t get it off. I kept kicking at it with my other foot, but it wouldn’t let go. I was doing all I could to get the squirrel to let go of my foot. So I went to the health center, and told them a squirrel bit me again and I couldn’t get it off. I had said “again”, so apparently it wasn’t the first time I had been bitten by a squirrel.

possible explanation: No idea. This was the first of my newly reoccurring “squirrel biting my feet” dreams. I didn’t remember the dream until later that day when a squirrel ran in front of me when coming back from class.

possible interpretation: Like mentioned above, I’ve looked at a few online dream dictionaries for squirrels and feet, and found mostly stupid stuff.

I was Carly from General Hospital, and Sonny from GH, was supposed to be taking me out to dinner for our wedding, and to celebrate being married. But he said we had to do something else first. So we were at this dinner party, maybe a banquet, and we were walking around carrying trays with tons of wine glasses on them. I was getting very pissed at him for making me do this when we were supposed to be out celebrating. Then, Sonny was outside, and he got hit by a car. I went to the hospital with Bobby, from GH, to see if he was ok. We found him, and he was just a head. He had no body, but he was alive. Then I was wondering how GH was going to deal with this, Sonny just being a head. I figured they’d introduce some new character that was his twin, who lost a head, and would attach the body to Sonny’s head.

possible explanation: I like Carly and Sonny on GH…Nothing like that has happened like that on the show, so I really don’t know where it came from.

possible interpretation: Not sure. Maybe nothing.